Free Blind Her With Bliss by Nina Pierce Page B

onslaught, driving her into a tortured frenzied pitch of need until she was circling the precarious precipice of elation. All she wanted was to tumble into that blessed bliss of release, but each time she teetered on the torturous edge, Damon pulled back.
     

    She gasped out his name, begging him to bring her to release. Damon’s tongue flicked repeatedly over her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure washing over her. His fingers pushed and retreated until her muscles spasmed around them and she shouted out in wild abandon as her orgasm tore through her. Damon was relentless, and just as the bliss waned, his fingers and teeth and tongue pulled her back to the edge and threw her once again into the black abyss of delirium. Each time she shattered in ecstasy, he gathered the fragments, only to tear her apart again. How many times she climaxed, she didn’t know. But he continued until she begged him to stop—begged him never to let go of her.
     

 
     

    Chapter 6
     

     
     

    “So this is all you’ve got?” Damon asked.
     

    Julie sat cross-legged on her bed. After hours of lovemaking she was completely comfortable with her nudity especially since it left Damon’s incredibly sexy body stretched out naked in front of her, his head propped up in his hand. What was making her uncomfortable was having Jason’s past spread out between them.
     

    “Yeah, I’m not even sure why Elvis had this stuff.” Julie waved her hands over the meager contents of the box—everything except the video tape. Thank goodness she’d tucked it away for safe keeping after watching it earlier. Betraying her best friend by showing something so intimate to a man she barely knew just seemed wrong. Still, after all they’d shared that afternoon, the familiar twinge of guilt for her deceit nipped at her conscience. “A bunch of mementos. There’s hardly anything here worth keeping.”
     

    She kept her attention focused on the man who had walked into her life so unexpectedly. They’d laughed and sighed, called out each other’s names in ecstasy. Every inch of that wondrous body of his had been tasted and explored—including the tattoo on his left shoulder.
     

    Julie had successfully dismissed the implications of the ink all afternoon. But Damon’s insatiable curiosity about the visit to Elvis’ office had alarms in her head blaring warnings she could no longer ignore. Despite her attempts to distract him, Damon kept bringing the conversation back around to the box the owner of Starry Knights had given her. Julie had finally relented. But keeping the video secret until she understood why the man in the video and the man on her bed both wore the same markings seemed prudent.
     

      “How’d you know Jason anyway?” Damon asked.
     

    “We were best friends.”
     

    Damon traced a finger around her areola, peaking the nipple. “Best friends with benefits?”
     

    “ Eww .” She laughed as she grabbed his hand and kissed the palm. “Jason was like my brother. Our mums were best friends and did everything together. Jason and I used to share the same playpen, but nothing more.”
     

    Damon bent and kissed her knee. “What about later?”
     

    She laughed. “Best buds don’t date, Damon. Neither of us even considered it.” But now, thinking about it, Julie wondered if perhaps there was something more to that. She blew out a breath to clear that line of thinking. There was no way Jason could have been gay and her not know it.
     

    “It’s true, we did everything together,” Julie continued. “Between the two of us we ran the Key Club, the yearbook, the thespian and honor societies and a bunch of other stuff in high school. The only time we kissed was during a production of Bye, Bye, Birdie , and that was so staged that by the time we’d done it for three months, there was no heat to it.” Emotion clogged her throat. “Well…and that New Year’s Eve kiss my junior year in college.” Tears unexpectedly welled