Blind Love: English Read Online Free PDF

because seriously, your taste buds worked better when you couldn't see what you were eating or didn't even touch it. They worked even better when you had no idea what you were eating at first, because every sense in you tried really hard to figure out what was it that you had in your mouth.
    I had my left hand over his right cheek, my thumb touching the corner of his lips so I would know where I was going as I fed him. To be honest, I was enjoying touching him more than anything else.
    "See? I told you," I said.
    "My turn," he said, then I felt his hand as it brushed mine while it went to remove the blindfold, I assumed. My smile grew as I sat back and waited for him to start feeding me. A moment later, I felt the melting chocolate as it touched my lips and I opened my mouth, taking a small bite and then closing my mouth over it, savoring the taste of the sweet chocolate mixed with the sweet-salt of strawberry while humming before chewing and swallowing.
    The next time when I expected another bite, I was met by warm lips pressed into mine and hot breaths fanning over my face. I gasped at the feel of his kiss and froze for a second before I recovered quickly and kissed him back, closing my eyes in enjoyment as my lips moved in a perfect rhythm with his.
    When he broke the kiss, he didn't pull back. His forehead touched mine and his hands hugged my face. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this," he whispered against my lips.
    "Why didn't you?" I whispered back.
    Another kiss was the answer to my question. This time his tongue touched my lips in a plea to let it in. I parted them to touch my tongue with his and was rewarded with his groan.
    Our kisses grew hotter and hungrier when Ethan pushed me gently onto my back and lay on top of me. My hands tangled in his soft hair, pulling it and pulling him into kissing me more and harder.
    "Is this – is this okay?" he panted into my neck when his hand touched the bare skin of my stomach from underneath my blouse.
    I nodded into his shoulder, biting my lip. His hands were eager as they touched me, kneaded silky skin, palmed soft flesh and took my clothes off. My own hands were not less eager than his, as the feel of his tight muscles and well-defined abs was enough to make me mad with lust.
    I felt his tongue as it touched my left nipple then the cool breeze on the sensitive skin when he left it to suck on the other, the sensation causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head and my moans to grow louder.
    "Ethan! Oh, God!" I moaned when his hand touched between my legs from underneath my skirt.
    "Let me take you upstairs and make love to you, Anna." His voice was begging, his breaths were pleading and the feel of his arousal against my body was too hard to be ignored – pun not intended.
    In my bed, his lips touched wherever his hands couldn't, and his hands touched wherever his lips left their trails on my body. His body worshipped mine, softly, gently, tenderly. Oh, God! He was killing me so softly. Killing me with the way he whispered my name and groaned his need. Killing me with the way he pleaded with my body with his to feel how much he wanted me, how much he was enjoying me. Killing me with how he never left me, not for a second, how even when he was undressing, he kept his hand tangled in mine or touched my cheek or my neck while the other unbuttoned buttons and unzipped a zipper.
    Eventually, he found his way between my legs, telling me, 'You feel so fucking good,' and I asked him, 'Don't stop, oh, please, don't ever stop!'
    I came, crying out his name, and he groaned mine when he did. We stayed pressed into each other for what felt like too long and not long enough at the same time. We kissed until we fell asleep.
    Every time we made love he made me feel as if it was our first time together. He was always so tender, kind and gentle with me that I wondered how I’d ever hesitated for even one day to be with him.
    One morning, I woke up in my bed – naked and