I blinked a few times as you drew your finger up my spine, mostly to reorient myself as I came up out of trance, but also partially in conclusion. Even with my mind as fuzzy as it was, I didn't think we were done playing just yet.

I pouted slightly, an expression you knew me well enough to know was more playful than truly disappointed.

"Sorry, sweetie. Need a bio break. Don't worry though, I'll be right back to fuck you up some more. If you want something to entertain you in the meantime, though..."

You positioned my right hand to point its index finger at the centre of my forehead, tantalizingly situated just a few centimetres away, accompanied by a few taps to freeze it in place.

"You can just stare at that while I'm gone."

I didn't even realize you'd left. You weren't even a flicker in my awareness anymore.

I just stared.

My entire awareness was consumed by my finger, frozen in space just a few endless centimetres from giving me the blissful drop that I craved.

Or would have craved, if staring at my finger didn't already feel so good.

So good.

It was so easy to just stare. Even at the same time that it was a struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back as I looked up, locked in place by my fascination with my own hand.

Just for fun, I tried to look away. Tried to look at anything else.

What was I doing again?

I got distracted by how my finger seemed to shift and move in midair as my eyes struggled to work together to build the image.

It felt so good to stare.

So fucking good.

How long had I been staring at my finger?

Did it even matter?

Even before I could decide that no, it didn't matter in the least, my finger became fuzzier and fuzzier as my eyes rolled back in response to your finger stroking down my spine.

You caught me as my body went limp, already speaking soft suggestions into my ear, my mind already on another plane altogether, completely unaware of your return.