Aurora's POV
Without my sight, the sensation was overwhelming. I could feel the slight rasp of his tongue, the pull of his lips, and the hot dampness he left behind. His hand, still pinning my wrists above my head, tightened just a little.
He moved to the other side, giving it the same torturous attention until I was squirming beneath him, my legs tangling with his denim-clad ones. He let go of my wrists, but I didn't move them; I was frozen in pleasure. I felt his hand slide down my stomach, his palm flat and heavy, spreading heat deep into my core.
I thought for sure he was going to slide a finger inside me, to finally drown the wet, throbbing ache between my legs, but instead, the air hissed.
SMACK.
