A little sleepy still, I blink awake. I smile when I see what’s sitting there on my nightstand — a pair of handcuffs with a big red bow. I remove the bow and open the cuffs, and then I roll over to look at you, sound asleep. I gently snap one cuff around your nearest wrist and then raise both your arms above your head. You murmur and stir just a little, but I slip the other cuff around the headboard rail and click it onto your other wrist. Your eyelids flutter open. You tip your head back to examine your wrists and then twist a little to look at me. With a sleepy smile, you say, “Happy birthday.”
I kiss your lips, kiss your cheek, kiss your raised arm, running my fingertips up to the cuffs and then down to your face. With my fingers, I close your eyes. I trace your eyebrows, your eyelids, your cheeks. I trace your lips, parting them gently and slipping a finger into your mouth.
Now I fold back the sheets and let my eyes enjoy the sight of you in your white T-shirt and panties. With just the tips of my fingers, I lightly touch the silky fabric of your panties, following the contours of your body from your hip to your inner thighs and back up to your other hip. I can feel your mound and find the edges of your lips as I slowly stroke up and down, and then I slip my finger under your waistband to feel your warm skin.
