For your eyes only, you said. Images of you, your tongue out, your clothes askew. Coy smile and buttons undone. Coquettishness and soft curves, flushed skin and lips partly open, a hint of teeth mid-bite. You wanted to get to me and you succeeded. 

For your ears only, you said. My eyes grew large as I heard your breathing intensify, a tiny whimper escaping, a moan, a wetness where your hand was and where my mouth should be.

For your hands only you said, your hands on mine, guiding. My hands around your nape, caught in your hair, around your neck and it’s all I can do to make you wait; you’re far better at this game than I am, lord knows it’s my turn and I want to play.