She held her favorite guitar in her strong hands and suddenly it flashed through my mind that I might be jealous of her guitar at that exact moment. I shook my head to clear out such nonsensical thoughts. I wanted her hands exactly where they were, occupied. I wanted her to watch me but not touch me, at least not yet. I was planning on making that very tempting, though.
I had tied her legs to the wooden chair she sat in and she had watched me do this with a smile playing around the corners of her golden eyes but she never said a word. I knew she might be tempted to get up and I wanted that option to be removed from the realm of possibilities. She knew the rules, even though I wanted to be certain she understood them again. If she quit playing, so did I, and my game didn’t involve music.
I had positioned the chair at the foot of the bed to allow her a perfect view of ‘the festivities’, shall we say. Her knees were touching the end of the bed, actually. I crawled onto the bed now and arranged my body so that my feet were touching her knees. I wanted her to feel me and I wanted to be close enough for her to see really well but just out of the reach of arm’s length for touching. Perfect position, I thought.
Spreading my legs wide open, I heard her draw her breath in. She must have been able to see how wet I was for her. Even without touching, I was positive I was soaking wet and my wetness must have glistened in my soft curls. I looked at her face, seeing the want evident there, and said softly, “Will you please play a song for me, my love?” Her eyes met mine and the look hung between us for a moment. She wanted me, that much was evident on her face, and I wanted her to want me even more.
Her fingers started to softly pick out chords and I could hear the music starting to flow out of her. I moved my right hand to my clit as my left hand moved up to caress my left nipple. I heard her breathing catch in her throat and her fingers faltered on a note. I stopped moving my hands and laid very still. She began to strum the strings again, and I knew the torment she was feeling inside for I had felt it only the day before as I watched her with her vibrator while I was tied to her bed.
I continued to stroke my hardness and she continued to play, our movements matching one another. I stroked faster and she played her guitar harder, I rocked my body and she rocked the room, I pushed my feet against her knees as I came and I felt her pushing back, her voice rising with mine. After lying flat for a few minutes, staring at her ceiling, neither of us saying a word, I eased my shoulders up to look at her. I knew instantly that she had came when I came, for the crotch of her jeans was soaking wet. God, I love this woman, I thought to myself. She’s absolutely perfect for me. Of course, I could never tell her that, so I simply looked at her and said, “Thank you, babe. Now, let’s get you untied, shall we? And, by the way, I love it when you play rock-n-roll.“