There she found herself again. Losing focus from what she was doing. The visceral feeling of his mouth gently working its way down her neck. Her hands running under his tight fitting t-shirt. Wet she grew slightly frustrated but somehow ended up with her toy out, gasping as she lie on her back, mid-afternoon. Small moans as her clit pulsed from the small, slow vibrations. Her hands running up her own shirt as she tweaked her right nipple. Her tiny panties pulled to the side.
He’d been tortured with the lingering thought of what she might look like in various cut panties. He’d seen her in her Instagram bathroom selfies. Always with her tight fitted jeans or yoga pants. The thought of needing to know. The thought of mining her for her urges and capped and thus far restrained fantasies. Giving her the safe space to be her quite and reserved self.
As she lie in bed. Legs just starting to twitch a bit her phone buzzed it simply read. “Let me in.” She froze in sheer shock. Just looking down at it. After about 20 seconds passed and she walked over to grab a pair of sweat pants. Ugh, sweatpants. How dare he come over and not give her a warning. Such an asshole. Her labia walls still throbbing. Could she pretend not to be home? But she wanted to answer. Her most carnal urge won the day, *of course.* She swung the door open and he bathed in. He immediately put his large, strong hands on her hips. He was wearing a blue dress shirt and a pink, blue and white tie with fitted grey dress pants. He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist, shutting her door behind him.
The signs hand been enough for him. Most subtle but he’d earned time spent to get to the point of learning and listening for them.
He put her against the wall and immediately ran his hands slowly up her arms. Raising them and stopping at her wrists. Pinning them to the wall firmly, his other hand resting on her hip. His finger slowly tracing. His mouth pursed and leaving lingering kisses on the base of her neck. “B…bu….but I….I don’t…”, she let out.
His piercing light blue eyes look into hers. “Shh.” He uttered between kisses. She felt his lips slightly pull away from her skin. So sensitive with nerves now on end. His finger now running down from where he just removed his lips. Still tender he ran it down to the edge of the fabric of her little tee. Taking her hands and placing them on his broad shoulders. Now taking both hands and firmly cupping her cheeks. She felt the growing bulge against her wet, needy lips. Hands now running under her sweat pants and slowly sliding them down. Not quite all the way off. She’d grabbed on to his tie for leverage. He then quickly lifts her entirely up and sits her. Back to the wall he sits her directly on his stubbled face. He sucks her juices through the front of her panties. Hungry in his *own* rights. Needy, *himself*.
His hands holding a grip on her waist and hips as her legs wrap over his big shoulders and around his head. Her fingers running through his hair and bucking away from the wall as his tongue rolls along her lips before sucking again. He brings her down just far enough that he lifts the shirt to go after what originally drove him here. Why his impulses took him. He lifts her tee and begins softly kissing her stomach and then a trail along her sexy little v-line.
“Oh….mmmmm…I…I…just.”, she muttered. Again to which he responded. “No need to think. I’m taking care of you and your needs. I’m *quite* good at it. Let me be.”
He then runs one hand up her back slowly as he pulls away from the wall. Then up and into her hair. She again grabs onto his tie. He proceeds to walk her to and lie her on the bed. Not before lifting her tee up and over her head. He lie on his side and hovering slightly over her. He loosens his tie and then removes it before taking both of her arms again above her head. Taking the tie and looping it around her wrists. Bound together he again tightened the tie. Wrists bound he began slowly torturing her hip with a few kisses followed with a tiny nibble. Moving his mouth up and along her stomach he teased her left nipple with the ball of his finger. Around slowly and up and down. His finger tracing just under her panties waistline. His fingernail *ever so slightly* grazing her skin. He begins to unbutton his baby blue dress shirt. Top to bottom…..because he knows.
The times when pure, instinctual and craven needs meet handing out absolute pleasure is about as wonderful as it gets. He was going to give it to her. But not without a bit of fun instigating first.
His thumb ran again just beside her lips. On her cheek. His wry smile, the blue eyes with a few wrinkles formed beside them. He then unbuttoned his last and bottom two buttons. There he know was. Immediately over her and still his hips out of her reach. His hands along her inner thigh. Finger now running over her soaked lips. Slowly up and along. No penetration…..yet. She writhed. Her head slowly raised almost innately. She needed his body. His mouth now pursed around her right nipple. Sucking before flicking it with his tongue. His other finger now on her lower lip. Her shy, sexy body was for his use. Just like he’d always fantasied. She’d get her turn.
**Final Chapter??**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jgo2nc/an_ode_to_the_quiet_and_shy_ones_mf_chapter_3