We were the only ones still up, the glowing tv an excuse not to go to our separate beds. We sat on opposite ends of the couch but kept slowly, unconsciously moving closer to each other. My legs were up on the couch, and the first thing you touched was the top of my foot.
I was already so tense with anticipation that just the feeling of your hand through my sock sent a wave of goosebumps over my skin. You slid your fingers up my ankle, barely slipping under the edge of my sweats and then back down, catching the edge of my sock with two fingers.
Maybe you noticed the way my breath caught when you pulled on my sock, because you started to slide it off. And my god, I never dreamed it would be possible for someone to slowly take off just my sock and leave me feeling like they had just undressed me completely.
The anticipation was so intense I felt almost lightheaded. Butterflies, with every touch. Did you know that I couldn’t bring myself to turn and meet your eyes? That it felt like I might break this fragile spell between us? Maybe it was just a coincidence that you leaned in close with your hand sliding up my thigh and whispered in my ear, “Keep your eyes forward.”
And even though I already knew that I like being told what to do, it still took my breath away. A fantasy was coming to life, one I’d never even put into words, and it had caught me completely by surprise. My heart was pounding, my skin tingled, my breathing was heavy; I wanted you to touch me…everywhere.
It might seem like this is just a submissive fantasy, that I like being ordered around. And while that is true, it is more than that. There is a certain thrilling freedom in being given a command. I don’t have to decide if what I feel is ok to enjoy, I just have to do as I’m told and let the pleasure wash over me. No distraction, no worry, no decisions to make; I just surrender and obey.
Obey I did, and you touched me. Sometimes your touch was slow and light like a breath of air and sometimes it was heavy with barely restrained passion. Your lips found my neck, then my ear again with a reminder to keep my eyes forward. Each time you spoke it pulled me deeper under the waves of bliss that already coursed over me.
Your hand caressed my legs, my stomach, brushed my nipples through the fabric of my t-shirt. It slid gently along the edges of the cloth, gliding under my collar and onto my skin. I knew you wanted me, of course. I could feel it in your touch. But when you brushed my chest skin-to-skin and a barely-audible curse slipped from your lips, I felt the real intensity of your desire.
That invisible knowledge of how much you wanted me was as powerful an aphrodisiac as any touch. To feel that I awakened something primal within you, and to know that it was only your own restraint keeping it barely contained, that left my head spinning. I was still looking at the bright tv screen but I wasn’t seeing it. Sounds played, but all I could hear was our breathing, heavy and deep.
I almost feel like I stepped outside of normal time and space in that moment. I don’t even remember what happened afterward, just that we said goodnight with a longing look, both needing more.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r99rkl/keep_your_eyes_forward