It had been a week since the night she first invited him over. Tonight would be the fourth time he came to stay the night since then. First, we taking her to a movie, some new horror movie that she didn’t care about. Afterward, they’d get dinner and come back for him to once again take control. As she sat on her bed looking at two different outfits, she felt her phone vibrate against her leg.
“Thinking of you.”
It was from him. Seeing his name appear across the screen brought back a flashing memory of his hands pinning her arms to the wall as he sucked on her neck. She lightly shook her head to snap back to real life as their meeting edged closer.
“Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?”
“That depends: are you alone?”
She was. But she decided it was time to have a little fun with him for once. She took a quick picture of herself, lining it up just enough to show she was naked without showing any of her assets. She lightly pulled her lip with a single finger, giving her a hungry look that she knew would drive him crazy.
“Does this answer your question?”
Three hours until they had agreed to meet. More than enough time to get excite him and tease him. Again, her mind blinked back to one of their meetings as he covered her mouth with one hand and rubbed her clit with other. She moaned into his hand and he smirked at her she said his name and kicked her legs out as she got ever closer.
“It does. I’m thinking about all the things we’re going to do tonight.”
She felt her heart skip a beat. He had plans, which always meant something fun would happen. The third night he came, he said he had plans and he showed up with a length of rope which he used to tie her arms to the bed frame above her head. Anytime he took full control like this, she knew she would just have to submit to his teasing. That night, he took his time as he gently massaged her boobs as he slowly ate her out. She closed her eyes and let her body remember the sensation of his tongue slowly working its way into her.
“Any sneak peeks you can give me?”
The read report came up. Then the three dots appeared as her heartbeat at a matching rate. She closed her eyes and felt the familiar urges to touch herself. Small shocks of electricity spreading through her body as she closed her eyes and let her hands graze the sensitive skin. Her phone vibrated twice under her, and she nearly jumped from the surprise. One message was a picture. The other was a simple text.
The picture was him in a pair of light grey jogger sweatpants before he got in the shower. She caught herself first looking at his tattoos, but her eyes quickly drifted down his shirtless body to the obvious bulge going down his right leg. Without thinking, she zoomed in on the bulge, pleased knowing it came from his thoughts about her. Her eyes traced the length of the outline as the Nike sweats clung to his body. Her mind betrayed her as she remembered being on her knees and slowly sliding his boxers down a few nights ago. As she closed her eyes, she could almost feel it resting against her lips. She slowly opened her eyes and checked his message.
“Only this. I want to try something new tonight, so be excited.”
She was already very excited. She could feel herself getting wet as she imagined what he could possibly be planning for her. For a second, her hand fled to her panties, but she paused. Not yet.
“Oh, I’m sure, totally excited over here.”
“Well, that definitely seemed sarcastic. Just imagine all the things we haven’t done. That’s a lot I could do to you.”
“I’ll be excited when I see it then.”
“Oh, you will. Now, I have to shower, think about me while I’m gone.”
She knew she needed to shower too. She stood up and stretched, looking at herself in the mirror as she did. She wondered if he would make her face the mirror again so she could watch him fuck her from behind. She bit her lip thinking back to that first night. She could hear her own faint moans echoing through time as she remembered him pulling her hair back as she looked into the mirror and saw him wink at her. Her body was begging to be touched, but she again stopped herself and went to the shower.
The warm water running across her body just made things worse. Every time she tried to touch herself, she remembered the feeling of his hands against her skin as he held her tight against him while he slid himself into her. When she closed her eyes, she could see his eyes as he put his head against her own and moaned how amazing it felt. When she washed her hair, she could not help but remember the feeling of him lightly playing with her hair while she laid on his chest and they fell asleep together. She stopped herself from using the showerhead to help her orgasm, but the more she denied herself, the closer she felt.
When she got out of the shower, she took the time to lotion her legs and arms. The warmth made her moan as she thought back to his hands exploring her during their multiple make-out sessions. She slipped on a new pair of lingerie she had chosen just the night: a matching white set with mesh over the most sensitive bits. It did have a lace garter and stockings, but she didn’t want that showing to the world at the movie’s theatre. It was just for him. Her phone vibrated beside her and she smiled to see his name.
“Red shirt or black?”
“Red.”
She went back to trying to decide her own outfit, but as she sat down, she felt the sting of his spankings shoot through her body. She repositioned as she tried to bury the thoughts of being over his knee and his voice asking if she liked it. She did. She thought back to being bent over her dresser as she ran her fingertips across the cold wood. Before his third visit, she never thought of having her cheek against the wood while she was fingered, but now she couldn’t help but imagine it as she looked down at it. What other furniture would be corrupted like this? She could not wait to see.
The next few hours of getting ready felt like a blur. Before she knew it, he had texted:
“I’m about to leave my place.”
“Just left, I’ll be there soon”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
She put the final touches of her makeup on and decided against wearing a beanie as she heard him pull up outside. She opened the door to see him in the driveway, leaning against his car as he readjusted his hat. It was a black hat with an embroidered eagle on it. Her eyes quickly scanned his outfit, starting with the black ball cap. He wore a dark red t-shirt with a college logo running along the chest, as the sleeves strained around his biceps and allowed the very ends of a tattoo to stare back at her. A silver chain draped around his neck seemed to shine in the orange glow of the evening’s twilight. The front of his shirt was slightly caught onto his white belt that was easily holding up a pair of long, skinny, black jeans. Frayed holes peppered the jeans, allowing one knee to break through to her eyesight. His jeans allowed for the bottoms of a pair of red Chuck Taylors to shy their way into the world. She stepped through the door and they made eye contact. There was a fire in his eyes that gleamed as he smirked. He crossed both hands over his heart and feigned to swoon as she walked closer. They laughed at each other as they began to mock one another, but when his hand grabbed her waist and pulled her body to him, she was thrilled to meet his lips in a kiss. He hugged her tight and whispered “you look so amazing” before opening the door and allowing her in. They pulled off as her mind wandered to what was in store for them after the movies.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hlshf6/lasting_memories_faith_in_pleasure_pt4