By the sea [FM] (Short!)

By the sea (SHORT)

“You want to play my game?” he murmured in her ear.
“I’m already playing, you’re falling behind” she retorted with a smirk.

He was subtle, but had a certain touch which could make the hairs on the back of her graceful neck prick up. This was only to be the beginning of their encounters.

He’d driven her to a secluded spot near the beach. There was a little cove that they now huddled in together. It was a still, warm night, the sound of the waves echoing in the cavern.

The sand was smooth, soft, and didn’t stick to the skin. He took her hands and played with them…drawing circles, tracing his finger on her pale skin. Every so often he would brush his lips against her cheek, her fingertips, her lips. For her, it seemed like forever, the slow torture, the kind which she usually inflicted upon her victims. It was somehow working, frustrating her to no end.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh, which he gripped tightly then released, smiling.

“Not so fast.”
She lifted her skirt a little, exposing a delicate thigh high stocking…his eyes widened. “A gift for me?” he asked.

“I didn’t think you wanted to do anything, it’s just decoration,” she sulked.

Moving his hands up the warm, creaminess of her thighs he felt a tuft of lace. Peeking under the skirt, it was bright green. Against her skin it was quite unusual, pretty. He toyed with the string of her thong, then pressed his fingers against her sex. Her breath hitched and she quivered momentarily. When he saw that she was preparing herself for more, he stopped.

He knew if he held out she’d become even more tense. At first she made no move. Her panties were moistened, he could feel her arousal, and her perfume, combined with her natural scent, was intoxicating.

Tormented with desire, she was unsure of what to do next. She pushed his hand away, and swung her leg over his, facing him. Straddling him, she pushed him backwards so he lay down on the sand. She caressed his cheek with her manicured hands, which glinted in the moonlight.

Taking her index finger, she playfully popped it into her mouth, sucking as if it were a chocolate-banana flavoured chup-a-chup. This excited him, and his body instinctively moved towards hers. She pushed him back again and smirked. She had him where she wanted him.

Or did she?

She felt him harden underneath her, feeling him press against her soaked-through panties. They were clearly both turned on, but resisting one another. They both enjoyed the game too much to make a move. Before she knew it she was on her back in one move, and his head was between her legs.

Pushing them apart with his shoulders, his mouth was already searching. His right hand snaked up the side of her body, grabbing her breast and giving it a pinch which made her squirm. His left hand remained between her thighs, with his thumb rubbing around a sensitive spot.

Her eyes rolled back. She was close and they had only been fooling around a little. The strength of what was building was staggering. Her body was not responding to any of the outside elements but his touch. If he stopped, she was bound to beg. Which was what he wanted. If he stopped, even paused momentarily she would be furious…she wanted to come badly. It was almost too much. Almost.

He thought he had won this round. How wrong. With every one of her muscles drawn taut, she was on the brink of release. But her inner competitive streak came out – this was not about her pleasure, this was about playing the game and not giving in. She pushed her hips up to meet his face and pushed his head in deeper. She moved her body down and wrapped her legs around his torso. They were eye level now and she was not letting him back down there, unless he wanted to fuck her. He tried to pry her legs open again. Not a chance.

He kissed her, then withdrew. She kissed him back, and, taking his bottom lip into her mouth, bit down hard. He winced, but she felt him hard as ever against her stomach. “Oh God…” he pushed himself closer to her. She was not planning on letting him take her home without getting what she wanted. But she wanted him to beg.

Pushing him back, they sat up facing one another. Leaning in she kissed his neck, along his collarbone and shoulders. Rubbing his back, her nails dug into his back, causing him to swear softly. She wanted him irritable, to let his guard down. So that he would then crack and want nothing but to be inside her.
Sliding her hands up his shirt, she brought him close, and whispered slowly, sensually, pausing between each word:
“I”
“Need”
“You”
“Inside”
“Me”
“Now”

That was all it took.

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