As I stand at the kitchen sink, my hands burying in soapy water and my back aching gently from the slightly hunched position, I suddenly stiffen, feeling his presence more than hearing him as he comes up behind me. I relax slightly, but continue with the dishes. He was always like that. Cat-like in his silence. A soft smile touches my lips as I feel the heat of him against my back, the soft sound of his inhale as he draws in my scent - fading tint of perfume, left over from work; a little sweat from the hot water and light exertion of doing the dishes. I can't help shivering just so slightly as he exhales, the light breeze chilling my damp neck. Still he has not touched me. He simply stands close behind me, letting me work. This was our little game.
He presses against me lightly as I lift the last dish into the rack and pull the plug, rinsing my hands with cool water as the suds flee down the drain. As I close my eyes briefly and sigh, I suddenly feel something pressing over them. As my eyes snap open, they meet darkness. "Mmm. A blindfold?" I ask softly, a rich lilt to my voice. This was something new.
"Shhh," he says, his lips near my ear, the whisper of breath tickling across it and causing me to shiver again. "Don't talk." His hand slides slowly down my arm, and takes my small hand gently in his. I feel the cool rush of air against my back as he moves away, pulling me gently with him. I turn, a little unsteady, and follow him. This was a new element to our game. He'd never blindfolded me before. I feel a warmth curl in my belly, excited by his intentions. Or at least those I could imagine. Wild as these sudden imaginations were, I hope he would surprise me further still.
His thumb delicately strokes the inside of my wrist as we walk, making me gasp softly. I suddenly realize that I had no idea where he was leading me. Blindfolded, I was lost in my own house! The sense of uncertainty, of not knowing, was almost the most erotic thing I had ever felt. I release my breath with a soft moan. I can almost feel him smile. I can see it in my mind, the way the right side of his mouth curls up just a little higher than the left, those sleek, so-kissable lips stretching smoothly over his teeth. He has an incredibly sexy smile.
As he stops, I almost bump into him. He takes my other hand in his, and slowly raises them up, kissing the knuckles of each tenderly as I move a little closer to him, aching to feel his strong arms about me. But his grip on my fingers tightens slightly, and he moves back. "Not so soon, my love," he whispers gently, his voice rich and soft. He releases my hands a moment, whispering for me to be still, and then I feel the soft touch of something against my wrists, and realize a moment later he is slowly wrapping a soft, silken rope about my wrists, binding them together. I gasp his name softly as he ties the knot, my fingertips flexing outwards, trying to touch him, but he's out of reach.
As I stand before him, not sure where I was or what he had in mind, I felt him slowly pulling my arms upwards, and I could feel my nipples tighten with excitement, a rush of warmth between my legs. I feel my breasts just touch against his chest, and then his fingers begin to slide down my arms, causing bumps to raise on the flesh of my arms and a small whimper to escape my throat. Then I suddenly realized he'd hooked the rope on something above me, holding my arms up. His hands continue downwards, down my sides, skimming past my breasts, just touching the outsides of them, and making me ache for more. I was beginning to tremble with anticipation and passion. I'd never been so aroused in my life. His fingers skim over my belly, and I jump a little, moaning as my belly contracts as he hits that sensitive little spot. I can almost see him smiling seductively, despite my blindfold. He'd made a good choice with it. I couldn't even see past the bottom edge.
I feel his fingers leave my flesh, and I breathe for a moment, until I feel them again, just below my throat, starting to unbutton my loose shirt, careful to pull it just away from my body and not touch my breasts. He seemed intent on driving my insane with need for his touch. I moan his name softly as he releases the last button. I feel his warm breath on my belly suddenly, and I shiver. I hadn't heard him kneeling. He rewards me with a soft kiss on my bare stomach, his tongue lightly tasting the skin. Then he pulls back and I feel his hands on my feet, working the laces of my shoes free. Tenderly he removes each shoe, and then each sock, his fingers lightly tickling over the top of my left foot before his fingers skim up my legs. I moan softly again as his fingers reach the waistband of my jeans, and slowly start to work open the button and slide the zipper down. Suddenly without warning, his hand slips between my thighs, his hand cupping my mound through the jeans and teasing me with a quick caress. I cry out his name, my hips arching to press against his hand as I tremble, biting my lower lip.
