100 NIGHTS OF SIN
word. Not think about anything except how good I’m going to make you feel.” The blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging me into velvety darkness. Immediately, my other senses sharpened. I heard him moving, felt the bed shift as he settled between my thighs. “I’m going to start by tasting you,” he said, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “And while I do, I’m going to tell you all the things I love about you. All the things I want our future to look like.” Then his mouth was on me and coherent thought became impossible. He licked through my folds with slow, deliberate strokes that had me whimpering. Not the frantic pace we usually set, but something deeper. More intentional. Like he was