Blind Reader Wanted

by Georgia Le Carre

“Over a year,” I whispered. “Closer to two.” “Huh … that’s not what I expected at all,” she said with a smile. “You are so darn sexy I don’t know how any woman is expected to keep her hands off you.” Oh, Lara, Lara, my doll. Look at you, saying all the right things. My whole body felt like it was on fire. “Are you actually trying to seduce me? Me? The guy with the fucking burnt face. If you are it’s fucking working.” When she stepped forward again and pressed her hands on my shoulders, I had a tough time even thinking about anything else but the gorgeous body that lay underneath her clothes. “Lara … are you fucking sure about this?” I whispered hoarsely. Her answer was to press herself against me as fully as she could. I let her delectable weight push into me. Then I lowered us onto the sleeping bag. To my surprise she climbed right on top of me with no shyness or hesitation at all. Sinking her hands into my hair she held my face as her lips and tongue worked magic over my mouth, then slowly moved, dropping butterfly kisses all down my chin. By the time she kissed my neck, I knew I was at the point of no return. “This is your last warning,” I said. “Go any lower and I’m gonna be inside you all fucking night.” “Promise?”