Sensations Unseen

The bedroom lights were dimmed to a soft glow, casting long shadows across the walls. Cole sat on the edge of the bed, the rich burgundy duvet beneath him, as Meg stood before him with a mischievous smile. In her hands was a black silk blindfold, its material smooth between her fingers. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, and he felt the whisper of excitement flutter through his stomach.

As she tied the blindfold around his head, the velvet fabric settled softly over his eyes, snuffing out the last ribbons of light. His senses sharpened with his vision gone, the scent of their fresh linen enveloping him, the light rustle of the sheets loud in his ears. Meg’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, thumbs brushing his collarbone. With his sight taken, every touch was electric. He hadn’t expected it to feel that good — to be so entirely focused on the sensation.

Her lips found his again, more urgent now, and he tilted his head back to meet them. Her hands trailed down his body, fingertips tracing the delicate lace of his underwear, then slipping beneath to cup his firm warmth. He arched into her touch, the heat of her palms sending a shiver through him. With practiced ease, she tugged down his underwear, exposing him to the cool air. Her mouth moved lower, kissing along his thigh, and he gasped, the sound escaping without his permission as his back arched to bring him closer.

Meg’s hand moved between his legs, urging him to lie back as she reached for a vibrator, the soft fabric of her own underwear whispering down her thighs. He felt the cool touch of the vibrator against his inner thigh and anticipation thrummed in his veins. She pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of his knee before trailing downward, lips skating over his skin. Her fingers, deft and knowing, parted him, the vibrator buzzing gently against his sensitive skin. His breath hitched at the first pulse of pleasure, more intense than expected, his thighs pressing together instinctively.