chills

I am lying in my back my eyes closed.
Not aware of anything previous to the motion beside me.
I know he has gotten up because the heat from his body is gone, now a slight chill has replaced his familiar indent in my bed.
I want to wake up, to see where he has gone.
I can’t. My body is tired from being used to cater to his every wish. Equivalent to a sensual coma~
I know if I tried to move my body would respond, but I can’t feel my extremities so I lay silent.
Becoming aroused again ~replaying his touches and then this –tingle- in my belly sends an electric chain reaction throughout my entire body.
My nipples are hard and I’ve got goose bumps wanting to feel his hands all over me soothing my flesh.
Then, I wonder where the blankets are.
Needing to find them and still can not.
I hear him in the distance, an ice tray bending, then the sounds one by one the ice being put into glass.
Now I hear him moving closer, actually sensing the ice with him.
Instinctively, reach for the blankets but unable to seek comfort in the tossed aside bedding. ~
I am still bound.

Very awake, very aroused.
I hear him in the room, unable to see him as I am still blindfolded.
He moves the ice in a circular sounding motion, whispers my name.
I want comfort… knowing he has other plans.