Slowly — Annabeth Leong

At the end of her first date with Cam, Lyla knew she wanted him. She’d been thinking for at least an hour about burying her face in his tawny hair while she lifted and lowered herself on his cock.

When he walked her to the door to drop her off, she pressed in close to him and fluttered her lips over the side of his neck. She heard him catch his breath, so she stood on her toes and whispered, “Come inside with me.” 

But Cam ran his hands down the length of her spine with just the right amount of fingernail, and murmured back, “Not yet.”

“What?” Lyla said.

“You have to earn it.”

She’d have been angry, if his tone hadn’t made her shiver so powerfully. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight next Saturday,” Cam said. “You will.”

Lyla talked it over with friends, fantasized about what she would have done to him, contemplated texting him to call the whole thing off. But when it came down to it, she ended up in her cluttered foyer the following Saturday, plucking at the tight skirt that came down mid-thigh, and trying to keep her breathing deep and slow.

She smelled like leather and roses. Her makeup was perfect–smoky and coppery and a little messy. She’d piled her brown hair on top of her head, hoping that her bare neck would tempt him to bite and suck her there, and maybe then continue downward.

By his smile when she opened the door, she knew he did want her. Did he wink when he gave her an infuriatingly chaste kiss on the cheek? He led her to the car and took her to dinner. After that, he took for a long ride, speaking softly to her of past, present, and future as the car glided through the night. Lyla surprised herself by reciprocating. The conversation made her feel shy.

He parked finally, on a strip of road beside the beach. He took her hand and helped her out of the car and down the sandy bank onto the cool, dark expanse beside the water. Cam turned and kissed her then. The heat of his mouth melted Lyla like wax. She sank to the ground beside him, her hair spreading out on the sand. She pulled his body onto hers and wrapped her legs around his waist.

She couldn’t see him grin, but she felt it. “So impatient,” he said.

Cam slipped his hands under her shirt and pulled it off. Lyla gasped at the rough, damp sensation of sand against her back. She pushed her chest up toward him, willing him to take off her bra.

He pressed his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes. His fingertips skimmed the lace surface of her bra, enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. With a groan of frustration, Lyla reached back to undo the bra herself, but Cam stopped her, his hands suddenly iron on her wrists.

“When we were at the restaurant,” he said, “did you tell me to eat my food faster?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to enjoy you, just like the food we ate. When I chew, I like to do it slowly.”

Again, Cam’s strange, deliberate way sent arousal careening through Lyla’s body. She couldn’t help bucking her hips up against him, only stopping under the calm, heavy weight of his brown gaze. “I want you,” Lyla whispered finally.

“I know. I like that. It makes it more fun to tease you.”

He kept them frozen until she stilled and surrendered to him. Then Cam’s fingers returned to the bra, his touch just as maddening as ever. He knew exactly where her nipples were, and he avoided them. Sometimes, he brushed the creamy skin of her breast just above what her bra covered. She was glad she’d worn a demi bra that left at least that much pale flesh bare.

Eventually, his fingertips began to make brief forays under the cups of the bra. Lyla held her breath and bit her lower lip, afraid that if she so much as moaned, he might retreat again. Her whole body felt hot. Her skin seemed more and more sensitive, so that the feather-light touches he gave seared and electrified her. She vibrated with the tension of holding still.

“Good girl,” Cam whispered. He swept his arms around her, and Lyla couldn’t help making noise at the feeling of his body tight against hers, compressing her breasts. He lifted her off the sand and undid the bra with one hand. The smooth confidence of the gesture pumped more warm arousal through her. How many times had a would-be lover fumbled with her bra fastening? Cam’s every word and movement promised so much more.

He caught her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled lightly until she groaned and arched up in desperation. Just as lightly, he moved away, his teeth now gripping the fabric of her bra and easing it away from her breasts.

Lyla needed him to touch her nipples so badly that she thought she’d lose her mind. She grabbed him by the shoulder blades, her hands clenching so her fingernails dug into his shirt and the skin below.

Cam seemed to understand. He sucked her left nipple suddenly into his mouth, the sensation painfully intense after all his soft touches. Lyla shrieked. He lowered her to the ground again, supporting her back but still letting her nipple stretch between her body and his mouth. His teeth fastened around the nipple, just teasing at first, then gripping more and more.

He sucked even harder, and the nibble became a bite. Lyla jerked under him, capturing his thigh between her legs and letting her skirt ride up around her waist so she could grind her cunt shamelessly against him. She wanted him inside her. She hoped he would do anything he wanted to her.

His right hand crawled up her side, almost tickling. She writhed and begged him to take off her skirt.

Her nipple fell out of his mouth with a wet slurp, and he pulled his hands away from her. “No,” Cam said, and Lyla sobbed helplessly at the power of her desire.

He waited again, and Lyla knew he would only touch her after she calmed herself. With an effort, she stopped pressing up to him and forced herself to remain obediently still. Nothing could stop her ragged panting.

Slowly, Cam cupped her left breast, her nipple aching where he had bitten it. He tweaked the sensitive flesh in a quick pinch, then rubbed soothing circles with his palm. Lyla whimpered and let her head fall back. She felt her panties getting soaked between her thighs.

He surprised her by running a hand up her thigh and brushing between her legs. He grinned at what he found there. “You’re going to come for me,” he told her. “You can come while I play with your nipples.”

He bit her right breast hard. Lyla yelped and slammed her pussy against his thigh. Some of the sticky wetness on her thighs transferred to the fine black linen of his pants. Cam’s mouth found her nipple, which he sucked and tongued. He took her other nipple between his fingers and twisted and pulled it.

The pleasure in one breast combined with the pain in the other undid Lyla. Her entire consciousness centered on the sensations in her chest, so that she barely noticed how she dragged her cunt up and down Cam’s leg.

He switched sensations, the touch on the left nipple changing to a gentle tease, while his mouth began a vicious assault on the right breast. She felt that he would mark her there, could almost feel the flesh purpling in his mouth. The thought opened her. She tensed her legs like a vise around his thigh and rubbed hard. She came, the flowering in her clit matched by the flowering of sensation from her nipples.

Cam’s hands and mouth slowed and he pressed his thigh firmly against her. When her moans settled, he rested his weight on her and kissed her forehead just below the hair.

“I like you, Lyla,” he breathed. “Very much.”

“Are you going to–” Lyla swallowed hard, overwhelmed by the thought. “Are we going to do more?”

Again, she felt his smile. “Not yet. But I’ll pick you up Friday at seven.”

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Annabeth’s other sexy stories published here on Every Night Erotica can be found here.

Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured in Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush anthology. Other erotic adventures include technological erotica in Ravenous Romance’s Experimental anthology, an erotic retelling of The Six Swans forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat, and a story in the forthcoming Cleis anthology Passion: Erotic Romance for Women.  You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/.