"Good girl." Adam bent over Mimi, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and withdrew a black silk facemask from his nightstand. Once the mask was settled over her eyes, darkness descended and she let her arms relax and hang from their silk ties.
She whispered, "What are you going to do?"
"Touch you. Is there a way you like to be touched?"
"My thighs are sensitive."
Fragrant, the scent of almond oil filled the air. His powerful hands were slick when they settled on her thighs. Gliding them all the way down to her toes, his touch was warm butter, making her hungry in a way that had nothing to do with food. She melted into the bed. Anointed. Taking his time, he sank his fingers into her flesh, relaxing her tight muscles.
When he slid his hands under her back and lifted her upper body from the bed, she didn't resist. He captured the back hooks on her bra, and the band loosened around her ribs. After he lowered her back to the bed, he eased her bra up over her breasts, leaving it gathered with her t-shirt. The cool air in his bedroom made her sensitive nipples tingle.
She gasped when Adam cupped her breasts in his big hands. "And how is being touched? Do you like it?"
"Yes," she gasped. Mimi bit down on her lower lip, fighting the urge to arch her back into his touch as he brushed his thumbs across her pebbled nipples. When he gently pinched her, she could no longer resist and bowed up into his touch.
"What a good girl." When he leaned down over her, she could feel his breath against the hollow of her shoulder. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to not take you into my mouth. My mouth is watering."
Shuddering hard, tingles radiated throughout her body in anticipation as he toyed with her, rolling the sensitive tips of her breasts in his calloused fingertips. "Do you like a mouth on your breasts?"
The darkness helped her be brave. "I don't know."
"So many things to explore."
Achingly slow, he stroked her neck, the line of her jaw, and the slope of her shoulder with his fingertips. Fire followed wherever he went until she was sliding her legs against each other. When he dragged the back of his fingers down between her full breasts and over the curve of her belly, she writhed on the bed. She forgot to breathe as he slid his touch back and forth across the covered curve of her mons. When he slid his wide hand between her legs and cupped the whole of her sex, she gasped, "I'm sorry."
"For what, pretty girl?"
"I'm sticky."
He chuckled, his laugh low and full of desire. "I like sticky. Slippery and wet is good."
"You don't mind the mess?"
"No. I look forward to it." She heard him lift the almond oil from the side table. "I enjoy adding to it."
When he eased his oiled fingertips under her panties, her thighs tightened with surprise. Electric with sensation, he brushed across her clit and the intensity of the sensation made her grunt.
"Too much?"
She pressed the back of her head into the bed. "No." She wanted more.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes." Twisting on the bed, her wrists tugged on the restraints as he oiled the tender petals of her sex and glided back up to her swollen clit. When he circled that most sensitive place, Mimi pushed her hips up into his touch.
"I'm going to try a few things. When you want more of a certain type of touch, say green."
Mimi wet her lips and nodded.
He placed a kiss on her upraised arm and began exploring. Different rhythms and pressures opened her senses. Then, suddenly, he showed her one that could turn her all the way molten. "Green," she gasped.
After he murmured his approval, she thought he would change his tempo, or the pressure, or stop, but he didn't. Every swirl of his fingers lifted her higher until she was straining and groaning on the bed.
Panting, Mimi scrabbled her fingers along the headboard as far as she could reach, looking for purchase. When she found the slats, she gripped them hard and her thighs shook. Reaching for that perfect place, she tightened her body. When her orgasm came, it shook her hard, thrumming through her in wave after wave, making her body jerk. Crying out, she held on tight to the slats as he stayed right with her to the fading end. When his touch became too much against her sensitive skin, she pulled her hips back and he lifted his touch away. Panting, she lay in his bed, body bound, sweating and hot.
Adam squeezed her hip and asked. "Would you like another?"
"You can have more than one?"
He laughed. "You can have as many as you like."
Laughter bubbled up from her. "I didn't know."
Once she caught her breath, he slid his fingers back under her panties and cupped her wet sex. His touch was possessive as he held her, and she rocked into his hand. When he slid his fingertips along the slick shapes of her labia, she was dripping wet. As he eased a finger into her, she gasped at the invasion and tightened snug around him.
"It's okay. Relax, let me in."
Body shuddering, she took a steadying breath. His touch, filled with careful, caring attentiveness, undid her. As she softened into the bed, he eased a second finger into her, curling and exploring until she was moaning.
She whimpered. "What are you doing?"
"Touching you."
His fingers pressed upward, sending waves of sensation through her. When he returned, his mind breaking caress to her clit, the animal sound she made startled her. Tingles raced across her body, and she lost control of her breathing, taking gulps of air. "What are you doing to me?" She cried out.
He growled low, chest rumbling. "Making you come."
Twisting against her bonds, squeezing around his fingers, her motion made the bed frame creak. There was too much sensation to resist the tide of pleasure lifting her higher. With heart pounding waves, she came again, crying out with each ripple.
Finally, she lay limp in his bed and he eased his fingers from her. She couldn't think.
"Touch should be added to the list of things that Mimi likes."
"How do you make it feel so good?"
"It helps that I fucking want you." When he eased the facemask up onto her forehead, she blinked in the sudden brightness. "Mimi girl, we won't have to fake chemistry at the wedding."
