Love For Hire

Chapter 15: 15

Kinsley lay in Nicholas' arms as they caught their breath. She stared at Brutus, who lay on the large doggie bed in the corner of the room. “Does not it weird you out that he just lays there and watches us?”

Nicholas snickered. “Given that, I cannot see him… no.”

“He just stares at us while we have sex,” she said, staring at the dog.

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Kinsley sat up and slapped him in the chest. “Do not be bad,” she laughed.

He tucked his arm behind his head. “Would you feel better if I put him in the washroom?”

“No, I guess not,” she said and then she laid out across his chest and kissed his lips. She folded her arms and rested her chin on them as she stared at him. This close, she studied his eyes. It was strange to see the vacant look in those smoky depths. “What is it like?” She asked.

“What?”

“Not being able to see?”

“It is different. Strange. When your sight is gone, you start to notice things that you never notice before. Everything feels different. Sex is different.”

“I wish I knew what that was like for you.”

He smiled. “I could show you.”

Her brows drew together in curiosity. “How so?”

He eased her off him and then got up from the bed. With one hand on the wall as guidance, he made his way to the closet and opened the door. He went inside, and she sat up leaning over so she could see around the open door, but she could not. Moments later, he came back out and, in his hands, he had a tie.

He made his way back to the bed where she sat and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Doing his best to focus, Nicholas wrapped the tie around her head, blindfolding her and robbing Kinsley of her sight. She remained motionless, wondering what would happen next, then she felt his fingers trace her jaw and capture her chin tilting her head back to bring her lips up to his.

She loved the feel of his lips on hers. They were always so soft, and when they touched hers, her head would spin, and her flesh would tingle with the anticipation of those sinful lips moving over her body with feather-light kisses — stimulating every nerve ending in her body. He could heat her body and bring her to orgasm with just those lips.

Though Nicholas was the first man she had ever slept with, he was not her first kiss. As a teen, she had kissed three different boys, but not one of them could live up to this man’s kiss. It was intoxicating and addictive. His kiss alone was enough to bring her to the edge, and he did so effortlessly. And now, as she sat there blinded, unable to see him and anticipate what might happen next, his lips on her seemed all the more intense.

As his kiss reduced her to putty, she felt his hands gently glide down her neck, over her shoulder and along her arm. Though his hand refrained from touching her sexually, the feel of his fingers caressing her set her skin on fire everywhere he touched her. It boggled her mind how this man could turn something so innocent into something so stimulating. He awoke an unyielding yearning within her. A screaming need in her very core that could not be quieted. A pulsing need that only he could fill.

Kinsley smiled as Nicholas’ lips moved down over her neck, sending delicious sensations shuddering through her whole body. He had to do anything overtly sexual, yet he already had her whole body

quivering with need. She could stand the sweet torment no more. Her hand came up, and her fingers threaded through his hair as his lips worshipped the column of her neck.

“Nicholas,” she breathed his name.

She heard Nicholas moan as his lips found hers once more. “My name sounds like honey on your lips.”

“I need you now,” she whimpered between heated kisses.

She lay back against the mattress as she felt his body stretch out over hers. His hand moved down her side to her hips. Her legs parted to him, and in seconds he had slipped deep into her wet passage until she took him fully. His hand on her hip, he held her in place as he drove himself into her over and over with eager force. His mouth was eating at hers, drawing the very breath from her lungs.

The whole world had faded away, and all that was left was sinful seduction and mindless bliss. Her hands moved over his broad back, trying to pull him closer, to make them one. His toned muscles rolling and flexing under her fingertips with every move he made.

His hand came up and closed lightly around her throat as his lips hovered over hers almost teasingly. He pushed into her deeper, harder, and she fell apart in his arms. The most intense climax spread through her body, arching her back and curling her toes, her nail digging into the flesh of his back — the sweet bite of pain, bringing him to his own release. Nicholas rolled off her, and he dropped onto the mattress next to her.

Not being able to see had somehow made the encounter so intense. It had been better than all the other times. Laying on the bed, she reached up and untied the tie blinding her. She tossed it aside and rolled over onto her side. Her hand on his belly, she kissed his neck. “That was so wonderful.”

His hand came up, and she felt his caress, her hair brushing a lockout of her eyes and behind her ear. He smiled contently at her. “I love fucking you. Every time is like the first time.”

She kissed his lips. “You say the sweetest things.”

“What time is it?” He asked.

She rolled over and looked at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. “6:15.”

“Well, then I do suggest we shower and dress. We will be expected at dinner shortly. My father despises waiting.”

“Ok,” she was getting hungry anyway.