From your Eyes

Waiting for you...

I'm waiting for you when you return, laid out in the centre of the bed, my two big toes crossed together, nervous for what's coming. It's a shame that the black-tipped stockings cover my perfectly painted red nails, but I know these are your favourite. Fishnets are nice too, but all too impractical when you want to run your fingers over me. You love the sheerness of these, and the thin black line that you can trace along my toned calves up to my hamstrings. I'm also certain you'll appreciate the matching suspender belt holding them up, and the black cami set that is all but transparent. You're dressed for me too, with your tight black boxers and your black shirt left open to reveal the effects of daily exercise. I automatically reach up to caress your abs as you join me on the bed, kneeling over me. You lean in to kiss me while my hands run over you, taking in your heat - how are you always so warm? Your mouth moves down my body, your teeth quickly pulling at a nipple through my sheer black cami, before moving down again. Your hands glide along my sides too, over my suspender straps, while your nose nudges the black material that barely covers me between my legs. You don't stop there of course. It's too early. I know where you're heading. You're on your knees between my bent legs now, one arm resting on my knee, the other reaching down to lift up the opposite foot and rest it on your shoulder. You run your nails along the arch and I automatically flinch.

'Oh...we're going to have so much fun,' you vow, eyes gleaming. As if to fulfill your promise, I move my other foot between your legs and stroke there slowly, softly. I love watching the effect on you. You clutch the other foot on your shoulder, staring at me as your breathing becomes hard. Fighting the urge to let me continue. But no: you won't let me take the control from you. This is your game, not mine.

You let my feet drop and before I know it you're on me, my hands pinned to the side of my head, your tongue lapping at my neck making me squirm and giggle. How can a tongue be so ticklish?! When my breaths become short you relent, hovering over me with your satisfied grin. You kiss me again, this time tender, gentle, before reaching for the handcuffs and ropes. "Let's see...how do I want you tonight?"