Wrists

Take two shots of rum, and a single scene, vivid in your head. Add Twitter, and the goading of a friend who wants a bedtime story. Something like this comes out. –M

Courtesy Pillow_Talker

Wrists.

I’m thinking of your wrists.

How I can collect both of yours in my hand and hold them tight together over your head.

Held that way, my head is right over yours, my eyes looking down into yours. You know why I am holding your hands captive. My other hand is free. It unbuttons your blouse, so I can feel your stomach, cup your breasts. It pulls up your skirt, slides over the fabric of your panties. I know they’ll be wet, even if you don’t know. Even if you don’t want them to be. When my fingers find what I know will be there, I smile down to you, and slide them over your slit.

You squirm.

It’s what I want, and I really don’t care whether it’s because of arousal or wanting to get away.

You could fight me harder. I almost want you to, so that my hand holding your wrists isn’t enough, and I’ll need to do something else. But for now my wrists and my eyes are enough, and my hand rubs you through your panties, until one slide brings me up over your tummy, then down underneath the fabric, to slide over your mound. One finer divides your lips and curls in, and I watch the expression on your face change, see your body arch in reaction.

But really, I anchor to you at three points, they are all I feel and see right now: Your wrists locked in my hand; your wet, flooding cunt around my fingers (one, then two…); and your eyes staring back up into mine, becoming glassy, losing focus. All I want right now, all I care about, is your coming. I’m hard, aching even, but that really doesn’t matter. I don’t believe in ESP or telepathy, but I will you to come. My fingers seek those places, my thumb circles and slides over your clit. My eyes broadcast my intention to you, what I want from you. Even my hand holding your wrists, I want to feel you strain against my grip as orgasm grips you.

I’m not tired. I have all night.

I’m smiling as I think this.

Come for me.