Lying here beside you I watch the moon play across your face as you sleep. Would that make you cringe self-consciously? I know it would. Perhaps I will tell you in the morning. I do love to make you squirm.
Your face is turned away from me. I can just make out the curve of your cheek. It makes me think of how soft it felt under my fingertips when I cupped your face in my hands. I remember how I had tilted your face up last night so that you had to look into my eyes. I saw the wanting there, a need that matched my own so well. Your lips were so full and warm when I brushed my thumbs over them. They parted ever so slightly beneath the pressure and I saw just the tip of your tongue dart out to run over the inside of your bottom lip. I wonder....were you nervous? Until last night our relationship had been on a fairly equal footing. Recently however, I found myself wanting to possess you in a new way, wanting to feel you helpless under my hands, to hear you beg.
I remember the surprise on your face when I took your wrists and held them behind your back. How you gasped when I twined my fingers in your hair and pulled your head back leaving your neck so vulnerable. Oh how sweet your skin tasted! I couldn't help sucking and biting gently until you cried out. Not in pain so much, oh no, more with the pleasure it gave you. In the moonlight as I watch you I can faintly see the darker shadow on your skin where I left my mark.
I can smell your scent now, that dark sweetness that is yours alone. It calls to me and I have to be closer to you. I move ever so carefully, I don't want you waking. Not yet.
The quilt covers your body and it makes me frown. I want to see you. I took your clothes from you last night and I know that beneath the quilt you are bare. I remember the sound of cloth tearing as I pulled your clothing from you. You spoke then, asking what had come over me. It was a very good question. Was it some demon that now controlled my actions, or merely a desire too strong to ignore? I gave you the only answer I had. I claimed your lips, plundered their softness, forced them to open for me. I can't describe the thrill I felt hearing you moan as you pressed closer to me.
Your breasts are uncovered now. Pale in the light cast through the open drape. There had been no time for closing them, or for the nightly ritual of checking the door locks. No, the craving I had for you didn't allow for such mundane concerns. I had to have you. I loved the way you cried out in surprise when I had pushed you back with sudden force and caused you to fall on the bed. You had started to giggle until you looked into my eyes.
What did you see there? Whatever it was it caused you to moan softly. That was my undoing.
Your nipples will be tender in the morning. They had felt so good, like firm ripe fruit between my teeth. How long had I merely savored their sweetness, kissing and nuzzling, biting and sucking them hard? I know that you were nearly frantic before I had my fill of them. Your hands had tugged futilely at my hair trying to direct me, but this night was mine. I usually love the way your hands feel on me, but last night they were in my way. I wanted no interruptions of my plan.
Plan? Yes, I admit it; I had planned this for several days. Did you wonder where the scarves had come from? Neither of us owned any like them, long and silky to the touch. One wrapped around your wrists binding them together and then to the headboard of our bed. Had I ever moved so quickly before? I wanted you helpless before you could think to object. Your ankles met with a similar fate as your wrists, but I did not secure them to the posts at the foot of the bed. No, that was not enough. I passed the ends of the scarves through loops made from a nylon rope that passed between the mattress and the box springs of our bed. I can't help smiling now as I think of it. Your astonishment gave me the time I needed. I pulled the ends firmly until your knees had to bend and your legs had to part to their farthest extent.
