That night was like any other night. A night of a homemade pasta dinner, cheap boxed wine, and limited clothing due to the overwhelming summer heat. The AC blew into the room on full blast, but only seemed to cool the six foot block in front of it. Both of us sat, somewhat attentive to the crime show being streamed on the television, but more so captured by the endless scrolling we participated in on our phones. I glanced at him, and he glanced at me. Neither of us acted. It was, as I said, any other night.
Except, tonight, he put his phone down. He hit the small button on the right and locked it. Out of sight, out of mind. He leaned towards me, slowly. My eyes didn’t leave my screen but a smirk danced on my lips as his fingers traced my skin from the flesh between my breast down to the seam on my panties. He traced from right to left across that seam and gently pressed his lips on the side of my forehead.
“Yes?” My words were quiet, filled with a quiet laughter as I dropped my phone to my lap and looked at the ceiling.
“Oh, nothing,” he whispered against the skin on my neck, his fingers slipping under the cotton fabric below my belly button and then spreading to caress the creases of my hips.
A breathy sigh escaped from my throat and I closed my eyes, itching for more. Now it was his turn to laugh. I could feel his chest heaving with that laughter on my shoulder as his lips captured the crease of my neck and gave it a small suckle. I whined.
His fingers continued to move against those creases, just on the outer edges of my lips. My knees spread involuntarily.
“Yesss?” He teased, using my own words against me as I sat helpless to his touch. I whined, shaking my head like a displeased child.
“You shouldn’t tease me.” My words were more of a plea than a threat. It had been two weeks since he had touched my body, despite my best efforts to seduce him.
“Oh, no? I think I should.” His word, oh his words were most definitely a threat. His hand retreated from between my legs and traced their way back up my torso. Between my breasts. Across my collar bone. Down my arm. All the while, his lips kissed and sucked on my neck and collarbone. My heart was racing, the space between my lips ached to be touched, my breath slightly labored.
Suddenly, as his fingers reached my wrist, his hand took my own and he pinned it at my side, “Lay down.”
Without hesitation, my body pivoted, and I laid across the couch, his body moving overtop mine strategically to nestle between my legs with my arm pinned just above my head. His eyes hyperfocused on mine and everything else just…Stopped.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c0t3qs/his_seduction_mffirst_personteaser