“How much does a Burberry tie cost?”
“A lot.”
I close my eyes as you gently put the tie over them and tie it so they are covered. I breathe deeply, letting myself relax. I trust you implicitly. Not trusting you has never crossed my mind.
The Burberry tie is soft. Very soft. It’s quality made for sure. I concentrate on this but mostly on your lips exploring a body that you have missed. A body that has also missed you.
I give myself to you completely. I’ve always been yours.
“How much does a Burberry tie cost?”
“Quite a bit.” I can’t see it but I know you smiled. I can hear it in your voice.
You are not distracted that easily and I adore you for it. You have a task at hand and you give yourself to it 100 percent.
A while later (and no, I won’t say how much) you take off the tie. We are both exhaustingly happy, if that is even a thing.
We are trying to catch our breath as our hands still navigate our bodies, the caresses filled with so many emotions that can only be contained in gestures.
I smile. My cheeky smile.
“How much does a Burberry tie cost?”
“It’s worth every fucking penny.”