Don't Move

"Don't move or I'll stop everything," I whispered into her ear, nipping gently at the lobe and watching her body tense up in an effort to resist responding.

"That looked a lot like movement," I said sternly and straddled her lap, beginning to run my hands along the curve of her hips. God, after nearly seven years of friendship and three years of dating, every little freckle, every curve, every soft line still left me breathless and weak. In her daily life she was tough, a protector, and she'd kick your ass if you did anything to hurt the ones that she loved. Under my touch though she was soft, sweet, and dare I say it, a little feminine. My hands rested at the small of her back and I kissed a line from her earlobe to the nape of her neck, watching as her hands moved to grip me. Yes, I knew her spots well.

"I thought I told you not to move," I chided playfully, lifting myself off of her lap. She whimpered quietly, her cheeks already beginning to flush.

"Okay, fine," I said, "but this time I'm going to make sure you don't move."

I left her sitting in her chair and disappeared into the bedroom, coming back with some supplies. I moved her hands behind her back, fastening soft cuffs around each wrist and to each other. I then slipped the blindfold over her head, pulling it down over her eyes.

"There, that should slow you down," I said as I examined my work, satisfied. I resumed my place on her lap and switched the vibrator I had brought out with me onto the low setting, placing the tip at the base of her neck. She shivered at the touch and I smiled, dragging it slowly down her spine until it reached her lower back. I then traced a line from her sternum to her navel, veering off to drag my toy along her hipbone. She drew in a breath sharply and I pulled the vibrator down to the crease of her thigh, inching slowly toward what I knew she was waiting for. She moved her hips forward on the chair toward the toy, and I pressed it firmly against her clit, making her gasp in surprise. Her hips bucked and she grinded against the toy in my hand as I pressed it inside of her.

"Oh my God," she said, the first words she had uttered the entire time. I grinned, pumping in and out of her until her body froze, shook, and fell limp into the chair. I kissed her softly, removing her blindfold and restraints, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I told you to be still," I said with a chuckle. "You don't pay attention to directions very well."

Sensual stillness