The silk tie

I sat on the music-room sofa with the silk ribbon in my hand and my bare feet on the cushion. The black dress was still on. The harp stood behind me, done for the night. Matthew waited. I am twenty-eight. He is thirty-three. I held the ribbon up. I want this over my eyes, I said. If I say light, you take it off at once. If I say stop, we stop. He repeated both words. Then he said he wanted to, if I did. I did.

He tied it loosely. I could feel the knot was a bow I could pull myself. Good. Darkness made the room into sound and skin. Kiss my feet, I said. Tell me what you see. He said the dress, the pale soles, the harp behind me, my mouth soft. Then his lips touched the arch and I jumped at how loud the sensation was. Again. He kissed every toe. I reached out, found his hair, and kept him there. My cunt was very wet. I said so. The dark makes me honest.

Fingers, I said. One, then two, in my cunt, and your mouth stays on my foot. He did it. The stretch was perfect. I rocked on his hand and on the words he gave me, lovely, mine, so beautiful like this. I came with the ribbon on, saying his name, one foot pressed lightly to his cheek. Light not yet, I said. I still want you to fuck me.

He helped me lie back. He said, may I fuck you. Yes. Please. I want your cock slow in my cunt. He fucked me and the darkness made every inch of his cock specific. I wrapped my legs around him and then moved them so my bare feet rested on his thighs. Hold my ankles, I said. He held them and fucked me, deep, patient, kissing my calf when he could. I pulled the bow myself once just to feel that I could, then left it on. My choice. I came again, crying out, and told him to cum in my cunt while the ribbon stayed on.

He came, saying I love you. Light, I said. He took the ribbon off. He kissed my eyelids, then both feet. He unzipped me because I asked and covered me with the throw. The ribbon stayed in my hand.