What could I do?
By Fayth C Reeves
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2004, 2011, Fayth C Reeves
This 1,257 word short story is being published for the first time.
The cover art was designed by D Kai Wilson-Viola from the Indie Author Project
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Well, first I'd strip you. I'd make sure there were no distractions, even if it meant waiting for a couple of hours till the kids were asleep. I’d take your hand and pull you off the couch, letting your mouth catch mine as you rose, allowing you taste my hungry kisses.
I’d let your tongue invade my mouth, just a little, teasing you with the tip of my tongue around the edges of your lips. In the hall, I’d slip out of my dress, unbuttoning it down the front as you watch. Down to my underwear, I’d move to you, and take your t-shirt, stealing kisses on your cool skin before pulling down your trousers, carefully sliding the zip down over your crotch.
I'd let you take off whatever of mine you wanted to remove, and watch as your eyes trace all of my curves. I'll try not to shrink back and cover myself. I'd nuzzle your neck, and then catch your mouth, stroking your lips with the tip of my tongue. I'd bite too, cause you like that. I'd listen to your moans, your murmurs; make sure I didn't hurt you. My hand would slowly caress your back, feeling for goose bumps and shivers, while you stroke my pale skin.
Slowly, slowly.
I could slide down, my mouth tracing a line along your shoulder bone, and then inch down your chest, catching your nipple in my mouth. I'll try and stay serious; though hearing you whimper makes me feel half like laughing and mostly like giving in to the heat within me and joining you.
I could take you in my mouth and gently taste every inch of your hardening cock, till you moaned and gasped my name. I like that ... hearing you gasp my name and beg me not to stop is almost as good as some of the things you've done to me lately. But I'd stop before you came... I know you'd probably ask me not to, but...
I could rub you from head to foot in baby oil, letting you come down from almost coming to orgasm. I'd be careful not to wind you up more, we could talk. You could tell me what you'd like to do to me.
Could do it while you're tied to your bed so you can't get at me as well.
I could make you whimper and beg me to finish off what I started, watching as you bite your lips, arch your back, close your eyes. I'd probably brush the tumble of hair out of your eyes; kiss your forehead, stroking the side of your cheek, letting you touch me for a little while. You'd all soft and sweet smelling, slippery and cooled. Baby oil is great fun.
It’s weird how you offer your neck to the open when you're excited, the almost arrogant, yet kind of shy way you show me where to find your favorite spots to be nibbled, kissed, and caressed. It's good though, you make me meet your eyes when you're telling me stuff, so I can watch your reaction... I've got reassurance, so I know I'm not hurting you.
I love the way your tone changes, from softly sarcastic and self-reliant to needy, desperate, and pleading. It makes me tingle when you say you want me, when you tell me what you want to do to me, even when I'm trying not to laugh at the words you use. It's not that I think you're funny, it's more that I'm enjoying myself and it's one of the ways I let people know I am.
I love the smell of the hollow of your neck; it's why I bury my face into your collarbone. Not because it makes you whimper, but because it makes me feel safe. There's a security and softness to the smell there that makes me want you even more, makes me wish I could stay there, right there, for a while and just talk to you softly.
I could just cuddle with you all night, let your hands wander, and find their own pleasures, listen to the purring rattle of one of the people that I count as my best friend as he excites me, and himself as we're curled up on one of our beds. Hell, the purring gets me going, the hands are a bonus.
Or I could leave you tied there, and keep getting you to the point before orgasm...and tease you with my mouth again...running my tongue up and down the shaft of your cock, tasting the salty tang as you come closer and closer to losing control. Letting my hands wander from wrapped around you to tracing the tightening muscles on your thigh. I could kiss back up a line along your stomach, tease you in other ways. I could let you start to entice me, running your hands over my sensitive spots. I bet you didn't know you haven't found all of mine yet, though you did once and it took all of my willpower not to melt and keep fixing the computer. Had you not moved your hands and continued stroking me, caressing along my jawline and back down into my top, I think I might have given in completely. I could let you get me nearer to orgasm, then get a condom, put it on, slide into me. Not so slowly now, I think I'd go on top for a while. We could kiss, and hold one another, just lying still once you'd thrust into me. It's nice to just feel you inside me. You don't hurt me, despite thinking that you do sometimes.
And then...then things will move, and speed up. At some point, you'll decide you want to be in control and make me roll over onto my back, and then slide back into me. If we can go from one another's cues, we don't need words any more. Gasping, whimpering, moaning, and holding one another tighter, all the heat and delicious friction builds. You don't need to tell me that you're about to let go any more, your breathing changes, you stop moaning, your muscles tensing and everything starts to tingle. You do such incredible things to me...just thinking about them makes my stomach tighten and I pause for a moment.
I know I'm louder than you, you seem to like that, but it's something I'm still trying to get used to. I'll beg you sometimes, ask you to do things...between holding my breath and trying not to tense too much, I'll tell you, I'll whimper and bury my face in your arm, enjoying the delicious way you slide into me, pause for a heartbeat then pull back again.
I could tease you some more though, ask you to stop. You might manage it too, if I ask just at the right time. On the other hand, you might not. I'm learning though it doesn't matter as much with you. And when we both lose control, or even if you do that time, everything is right again. It's nicer when you manage to look me in the eye, rather than looking away, but it's good anyway. And then, just for a little while, we can lie still and just...make sure one another is ok, and happy. We don't talk about much...nothing important anyway. Just make sure we're both ok.
And sometimes we start again, after talking. Other times we lie down together and drift for a bit. It’s not so much fun when we have to get up and do other stuff.
And I could you know.
But we're not together at the moment. So you'll just have to think about what I could do to you.
About The Author:
Fayth C Reeves is an erotica author who has been online for a very long time under a variety of pen names. She runs Faith’s Club – an eclectic writing site for erotica authors. She’s the premiere author for Occam’s Library’s erotica division.
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