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I almost yanked the blindfold off, but I had to trust Mark. I waited and the door opened again.
Suddenly, I felt something freezing and wet against my breast. I squealed as he rubbed a piece of ice against my nipples, drawing them into tight points. His hot mouth soothed the freezing touch, the opposite temperatures causing my own internal temp to soar.
“I love your tits,” he ground out against my skin.
I laughed. “Yes, I know, you have fucked them before.”
He bit down gently on one of the tips and I cried out at the pleasure-pain of it.
“Did you like that?” he rasped.
“I like everything you do,” I answered honestly—because I did.
Everything with Mark felt new and incredible. It was as if he knew my body better than I did, or at least he knew how to draw the pleasure out of me.
That piece of ice had melted, leaving my skin wet. He grabbed another one and traced a pattern on my stomach.
“What are you drawing?”
I wished that I could see his face at that moment. I liked the blindfold. It certainly heightened my other senses. My skin felt tighter and more sensitive. I could hear every rush of breath or sharp intake. But I couldn’t see what words he was tracing.
I asked again, “Mark, what are you drawing with the ice?”
“Your name,” he replied huskily and then leaned down and licked the droplets of water that had formed on my heated skin.
“Why are you so amazing?” I sank my fingers into his hair. “I don’t get it.”
He paused. “What do you mean?”
I felt his fingers trace the folds of my pussy and I made a keening cry.
“Sutton, what are you talking about?”
“You can’t just stop!” I thrust my hips up, wanting his hands on me again.
“What is it going to take for you to believe that I am not going anywhere?” His words were soft, but I could hear the frustration behind them.
“Why are we even talking about this?” I felt irritated and hot. I needed him to take care of the ache in my core—not talk to me.
I felt the tie being loosened. “Do you really want to know what I was tracing on your skin?”
I blinked at the sudden brightness of the room. But then my eyes met his, and I saw the depth of emotion in his gaze.
“Yeah,” I said softly. “What were you writing?”
Pink suffused his cheeks, but he answered me anyway, “I am worse than a fucking teenage girl.”
My hand came up to cup his cheek. “What is it?”
“Sutton Williams.”
“Sutton Will…” I broke off as tears began to clog my throat.
“I want you, Sutton. I want you in my life, every damn day. I want your belly to grow with my baby. I want to spend Christmas and birthdays together and pretend to complain when you go completely over the top. But in my heart, I will be loving every minute of it. Because I love you.”
It was finally sinking in, the enormity of it all.
Mark was it for me. I wanted everything that he said and more. I shoved at his chest until he was laying on his back and I could climb on top of him. I made short work of his remaining clothes and felt a thrill as his hard cock bounced against his stomach.