TRUST ME
Those are the words written on the third and final note that you're holding in your hand. You shoot a look at me filled with a million unasked questions and more than a hint of anxiety. Holding your gaze and smiling gently, I whisper, "I'd never hurt you."
You smile gently in response. "I'm not afraid of you." Curling the note back and forth in your hands, you sit down on the bottom of our bed expelling a breath. I sit next to you and put my hand on your knee.
"Talk to me," I urge.
You look down at the note, now folding the corners down sighing, "I'm afraid of...." your voice trails off.
"Of what, honey?"
"I don't know how I'd react to....what you want to do."
I can't help but smile. "You make it sound so dirty," I say with a wink and a leer. "I just want to tie you up a little."
"How exactly is one tied up 'a little'?" you ask, bumping my shoulder with yours.
I lean over and kiss your shoulder, "How about we start with baby steps so that you can get comfortable with the idea of being restrained? We'll use one scarf this time, very loosely, hmm, how about not even tied. How does that sound?"
"Safe word?" you ask.
"Good idea. What are you thinking?"
"Hmmm," you say, "artichoke."
"Where did that come from?"
You shrug. "I dunno. It's a food I don't like. There's no natural, or unnatural, reason for me to utter the word artichoke while we're making love."
I raise my eyebrow and glance sideways at you, "Ok, weirdo."
"Hey, you're the one who wants to tie me up. I think you're the weirdo."
"Seriously? This is pretty low on the 'weird things I want to do to you' meter. Now, shush and kiss me." I grin rakishly at you.
Tossing the now crumpled note to the floor, you pull me towards you and kiss me. Even though we've been making love for hours, it's like we just started.
I'm giddy. Excited. Turned on.
Your touch does something to me I've never experienced with another lover. The brush of your skin against mine gives me goose bumps and makes my nipples erect. You know exactly how to build up my response. Starting slowly you kiss me softly, running your tongue over my lower lip. In an unconscious reaction, my lips start to open and you slowly slide your tongue inside exerting a slight pressure. Using my lips, I suck your tongue and hold it inside my mouth teasing it with my own. I love that we both love kissing. It's not just a means to an end, for us kissing is not foreplay, it's a way to slow down and maintain a connection.
Every time we kiss it's like the first time. There's that tingle in my stomach, the shiver down my spine, the breathless anticipation waiting for your lips to touch mine, or kiss my neck, or nibble on my ear. Yes, making love is incredible, amazing, complete, but this...when we're kissing, this is when I feel closest to you.
I pull myself away from you, stand up and hold out my hand to you. You take it and I tug you up off the edge of our bed. I walk over to the headboard and start untying the scarves. "Remember this one?" I ask holding up a piece of navy blue sheer fabric. You waggle your eyebrows at me laciviously, "Hah. Perv." I throw it at you.
I untie a multicolored scarf and drape it across my neck. Kneeling with one leg on the bed, I stretch to reach the white gauzy scarf hanging in the middle of the headboard. Suddenly, I feel you leaning into me, pressing your body against mine. Wrapping your arms around my waist, your hands slid up to capture my breasts, circling your palms over my nipples. "Ahhhh," I sigh as I push back into you. I wiggle my ass against you as your erection grows quickly. I pull my other knee up on the bed and start crawling to the middle. You have to either let go or follow me. Wisely, you follow me. As I'm reaching to untie another scarf, you rub your face back and forth across my back. I love that feeling. Your raspy stubble drives me wild. I know you can feel my nipples getting harder because you start to pinch and tug on them lightly.
When we're both in the center of the bed, I kneel up and back against your body. Tipping my neck to give you better access, I feel your breath heating my skin. Your tongue is so close I can feel its heated moisture. You lick my neck, barely touching. Lips follow so softly and then your teeth are biting, nipping really. Not hard, just enough to feel it. "Harder." I whisper. I feel you smile against my neck and then you suck instead of bite. Your tongue laves my skin. It's almost hypnotic the effect you have on me. I'm lost in a myriad of sensations, your fingers teasing my nipples, your mouth savoring my neck, your body providing me with support, warmth, safety and more than a hint of promise.