“I want you to lie down,” he instructed, pointing at the bed.
I sprawled out on the bed and waited.
“On your back,” he dictated, moving a long finger into a circle.
I rolled over and grinned. So far, this was simple. Simple I could do.
“Arms above your head.” When I complied, he added, “Good. Now don’t move.”
Don’t move? But he said not to talk, so I couldn’t question him. I just lay there, wondering what he had planned, the waiting driving me crazy. As much as I wanted to listen and obey, I didn’t want him to be the only one to touch me. I wanted to run my hands all over his hard body. I wanted to touch and feel and explore. I wanted to learn every tender spot. I wanted to memorize his body for the long, lonely nights I’d face after we parted ways.
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