I sat on the floor at the base of your chair, leaned back into it as the movie played, your leg lay draped across my shoulder, with my fingers lazily tracing down from your knee to the top of your shimmering shoe. I close my eyes, just feeling you there, I turn my head and lean into your leg, breathing in the scent of your skin. Your fingers move through my hair, light and soft, the feel of them causing me to nuzzle into you, the light feel of your skin against my cheek. I breath deep, resisting the floating feeling, not wanting to completely melt away.

Your fingers tighten in my hair, you lean forward and I’m completely lost in the warmth of you, warm breath drifts over my neck, as your words come growling out “This is what’s going to happen.” You pause, waiting, enjoying the moment, the feel of making me wait, and the trembles it causes, checking the frequency for resonance, tuning to it until, amplifying the signal in each of us. Your leg flexes, and the pointed heel of your stiletto presses into my chest, I moan at the feel of it, and then a slow gasping breath as I adjust to the feel of it. “It’s been a long week,” you press a bit harder with your shoe, I try to bit my lip and stifle the gasp it causes, but I can’t, I’m falling into you instead, trying to see where you might be, but everything is hazy, shrouded in darkness. “I need you to just take it, to smile and ask for me.” Your words are fiery, charged with passion, each one thudding into me, and then, “beg for more, not with words, but as your worship all of me.” My lips open, wanting to answer you, your hand quickly slides and covers my mouth. My thoughts slow, I try not to think, to just feel you for a moment, to embrace the energy, the charge and flow in the moment, your lips feel soft and then the final words drift out, “do this for me?” The feel softer, easier, your hand slides off my mouth, just the tip tracing on my lip, light and feathery.

I pause a moment, wanting that feel, that memory, that exact piece – to feel it, to let it seep all the way to the depth of me before whatever intensity you may desire. “Yes” the word feels dry on my lips, but I mean it, I wish it sounded stronger, more sure, but it is there, an affirmation that I want all of you. You unwrap yourself from around me and press your shoe to the floor, the soft tap as it contacts the hardwood, and then the graceful move as you swivel and stand up, I feel frozen for just a moment. You turn a moment, gazing at me your eyes passionate but slightly thunderous. “Upstairs, now.” Your words echo, soft and controlled, it feels like so much, like it can’t be contained and that the entire edges are shattering, who I am is melting into who I want to be, so that I can always just be there, next to you.

You take one step, then another, I listen mesmerized to the click of the heel against the floor, the musical ring of it thumping to my center with each step, after six or seven of the spellbinding clicks I manage to pull myself together enough to follow, no longer thinking or wondering, but instead just reacting, entranced by every little thing about you. The lingering scent of your hair, the feel of your touch, and the continuing echo of your mesmerizing shoes. You lead, I follow – it feels so simple at that moment, it’s the thinking that makes it harder, that puts the complexity in it.

Once in the bedroom I gaze at you for a moment, you are feeling something, you step close to me. It feels like it can’t wait, intense, quickening. Your hand cups my chin, making me look up, to take in your intense gaze, I feel it the moment it happens, the moment I quiver. I bite my lip, feeling needy for you, “Lay down on the floor.” “Yes” is all I gasp as I lower down. You place one of your heels next to my head, “I think you should show them you love them, don’t you think?” Your words tease at me, I try to hold still to wait. You place the stiletto heel on my throat, brushing the tip of it lightly against my skin, I close my eyes and tip my head back. I feel you move, reposition so the toe is on my throat and then a slight pressure – my heartbeat echoes in my head, you are reading me, the change in my breath, playing at my emotions, at my feel of you, synchronizing what comes next to exactly where I am. You lift your foot, and place it on my lips, “Show them your love, sweetheart.” I lightly kiss the tip of the shoe, then down the side, your movements guiding where you want me to kiss. I can’t help it, my eyes close and I’m licking at it, feeling my tongue sliding against the smooth leather. I’m letting go, completely to you, I can feel it.

You pull your foot away, I’m lost, just feeling the beat of my heart, I don’t want to open my eyes, I just want to feel you there. “Daniel” you whisper, waiting, “Daniel” more insistent this time, I know you want me to open my eyes to look at you. I finally do, looking up at you, taking you in. “You are mine.” Your words an affirmation of what we both know to be true, but also something else. You wait, and I wait, I can’t see what is next, what you want, or need, “please” I whisper. Your breath slow and tightened, “please what?” At this point I’m not even sure what I want – you, more of you, all of you, any of you. I look at you, feeling all of it, the way I need you, the way I feel for you.

I move and grasp around your legs, holding tight. “Please” I whisper, hoping you’ll just here ‘it,’ whatever it is. I press my lips to your thighs, lost and desperate. Your hand on the back of my head, letting me adore you for just a moment, you let out a soft sign of enjoyment, but it doesn’t last, you need something else, your eyes narrow again, you are feeling animalistic, passionate, I can see it now, you want to let go of the restraints and hindrances, of everything and just feel this. Your lips press to mine, hard and hungry, I fall backwards with you on top of me, my hands press against your back, feeling your skin, your hair. You are a flurry of sensations now, lips, breath, teeth on my neck. Your hips grind into me and I arch into you, my neck more exposed, your teeth skin in harder, and I whimper from it. “ahh” both your hands press into my hair as you climb up higher on me, pinning me to the floor, the easiness good, just passion and need. Your legs on either side of my head, your hips circle and you press hard, grinding against my face, I hear you letting go, finding what you need, but even your cries of pleasure aren’t enough to cool all that you are feeling.

You move, and grasp something from the dresser, “please” I whisper needing you, needing this. I see grasp the strap-on from the dresser, my breath catches, “please.” I whisper again. I’m on my back and my legs move up, I want to close my eyes, but your hand on my cheek holding my face tells me to look right at you, to look at your face as you take me. You slide in slow, and I gasp at the feel, your movements slow and measured, my eyes locked with yours, “You’re mine.” You gasp, watching as all the sensations are tearing me apart, making me feel so much of you, your movements become slightly faster and I’m no longer feeling, I’m floating, gasping, I can’t take it, I let out a soft whimper, trying to give you anything, any sign of where I’m at. Your hand grasps my hair, pulling back hard, “let go” you whisper, and “I’ve got you.” And I’m left crying out as I can’t hold back any longer, completely taken, completely yours.