Vibe Check: "Take One To The Head"- Sabrina Claudio
"I got you something," I say as I enter the bedroom, "go ahead and take a look."
You look at me excitedly from the place you lounge on the bed. Your silk robe falls from your shoulder as you move to look under the side. I catch a glimpse of the way your white lace bra molds to the shape of your breast. I sink my teeth into the fullness of my bottom lip at the sight.
"What is it?!" You exclaim with an eager smile.
"Well why don't you open it and find out," I say with an amused smirk as you pause looking back at me, "we'll go on then".
You remove the blood red bow from the box you've set in your lap and remove the lid. I lean against the doorframe and watch your eyes light up as what lies inside comes into view. I've been anticipating your reaction since I bought it. You shift your gaze to me and I know you can see the fire in my eyes now.
"A vibrator?" You say more than state.
I chuckle as I step further into the room and begin to remove my coat. You trail your eyes over the length of me. I've bought the black lingerie especially for the occasion as well. The garter at my thighs tugs against my stockings as I move across the floor slowly.
"Yes" I croon back to you, "I want to watch you use it."
Your mouth parts as you gasp softly. I know I've taken you by surprise.
"And if you're a good girl I might even touch you myself."
Your cheeks flush at that. I can see your chest rise and fall quickly as your once steady breathing turns to labored breaths. I don't blame you though. I feel it too. I can feel it in the slickness between my thighs. I feel it in the way my nipples scrape against my bra.
I grab the black leather armchair in the corner of the room and drag it to the edge of the bed. The foot of it makes a sharp scraping sound as I do. Your eyes follow me as I sit down and look at you expectantly. I can see your nerves flutter through your limbs.
"Take the robe off sweetheart," I instruct as I trace my finger against my lips, "and lay back so I can see you."
You do as your told and lay back against the pillows. Your hair fans out around you. You look beautiful. I tell you as much. Your long legs and the way your breasts are arched forward from the angle you're inclined at have my mouth watering at the sight of you.
You wait patiently for my instructions. I sit in silence and let the anticipation build. I run a finger idly over my clavicle, over the swell of my breast, down to toy with the satin that covers them. You watch my fingers hungrily. Your intense concentration on my cleavage has me thinking about how I want to proceed with this. It almost makes reconsider the position you're in now just so I can see you move to crawl between my thighs and take one of my nipples into the pretty pink of your mouth. Another time I muse to myself.
"I want you to touch yourself," I reiterate firmly, "the way you touch yourself when you're all alone in this bed and thinking of me."
I see the mix of excitement and nerves wash over your face. I would never ask you to do something wildly out of your comfort zone. Something just enough to push the boundaries a little. Something I know you've never tried but you'd enjoy nonetheless.
The toy sits on the right side of the bed. Its weight lies heavy and promising against the softness of your comforter. I can't wait to see it tease the softness of your skin. We stare at each other as I wait for you to make your first move.
You keep the eye contact between us as you lightly trail your fingers up over your arms. You run them over the creamy skin of your neck to your chest. I can see the skin there flush to match the color that still paints your cheeks. I plan to feel the warmth burning there beneath my tongue later.
