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He Smiles - M4A
🕑 Added 2023-07-22 01:46:40 +0000 UTCA cool breeze floats in through the open window, carried on crystal moonlight to dance across your bare flesh. The heavy, sweet scent of recent storms fills your nose, calming your mind. It's been a while since the night sky was so clear, almost as if the stars themselves wanted to see your body too. You look down over your naked form and a soft whimper escapes your lips. You almost catch it with your teeth, but resign to hold your bottom lip for leverage in its place.
He smiles. Your skin prickles under his gaze, and though you strain the rope holding your legs and arms apart, you're held captive for his slow, purposeful strokes. The warm silicone rod between his fingers glides along your bare skin, skiing up and down the slope of your hips, and trailing across your pelvis to your inner thighs. He pulls at the rope, spreading your legs wider for access to your shivering body. His eyes dance over you, taking every last inch of your exposed flesh in, memorizing it.
He smiles. You shudder as the rod traces semicircles over your groin, riding the line of your tendon on the left, up across your pubic bone, and down the tendon on the other side. Breathing heavily, he leans close and gently brushes his lips against your skin. A kiss on your knee. Your thigh. Right in the crease where your leg meets your pelvis. Again and again, his lips tease you as the rod slides around you, the two dancing together across your flesh. Another whimper is paired with a quiet plea.
He smiles against you, his mouth moving to where you ache for him. A light kiss. His eyes meet yours, telling you to be patient. The rod drops from his fingers to the bed and he rests his cheek against your thigh. His now empty hands lazily gripping your legs, holding you spread for him to devour with his gaze. That look. Anyone would think those were kind eyes, adoring eyes, maybe even proud eyes. But you know the real hunger that lies in that look. The desperate, inhuman longing that burns behind that gentle gaze, teasing you with slow, patient blinks.
He smiles. You groan as his tongue glides up your thigh, wordlessly begging for him to do something, anything, to help ease the ache you feel. You know it won't do any good, but your animal instincts refuse to surrender to reason. He will savor every moment of this delicious torment. He must. He is bound tight, just as you are. You almost pity him. Almost. Then he pulls out the lube.
He smiles. The silicone rod glistens as he coats it, preparing it for what comes next. You clench reflexively, moaning into the air as if it was already inside you, the desperation building so painfully in its place. You have no idea how long it's been since this night began. How long since the ropes were tied. How long since he last touched your skin. The moon hasn't moved an inch. Or maybe it's an entirely different night. The pale halo of light haunts your beautiful torment. The rod pressing against you brings you back as it teases in a circle, before dipping ever so slightly inside you. You clench tighter.
He smiles. His free hand moves to tease your nipple, gently circling and tugging at the sensitive bud. For a split second you almost forget the rod and it slips further in, brushing against your inner walls. You exhale your desperation in a slow, helpless moan and you swear you could see him inhale as if to steal it. The ropes hold you tight as he pinches your nipple, drawing yet another moan from your lungs to his. You shiver.
He smiles. You're not shivering, you're vibrating. The rod inside you sends electricity through your whole body as it begins to move, teasing your tenderness from within as his mouth moves down to tease you from without. His hair cascades down his shoulders and onto your thighs, softer than the moonlight. It almost tickles, but you can't even begin to feel it under the madness his tongue and lips have brought you. The warm wetness of his mouth bears down on you so slowly, but so firmly, working in tandem with the rod sliding in and out of your body. You try to fight it, but you can feel yourself melting. You need it. You need him to give it to you. It's everything right now. You whimper and try to buck your hips into his mouth as he sucks and licks and nibbles at you, moving so slowly you'd think he wanted you to hate him. The ropes creak as your body screams for more.
He smiles. You can feel it against you and it drives your mind to places of rage and lust you've never felt, yet are impossibly familiar. His tongue curls up against you and flicks up and down so fast it almost outpaces the vibrating of the rod. Your agonizing groan pushes him to go faster, harder, the rod pumping in and out, his mouth slavering over you, drool trailing down his chin. You can feel that endless orgasm on the horizon, moving so fast you swear it will break you in half. Your legs tighten. Your back arches. Your mouth opens wordlessly, breathlessly, helplessly. Your eyes wide with primordial desire, staring into his deep pools of iridescent hunger. You can feel that awful glow building from the ache between your thighs. Almost. Almost.
He frowns. The rod inside you slips away and he stands up, leaving you clenching and gasping, straining against your bondage. You curse him and swear at him, and you almost think you see something behind that Look. Almost. He puts a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. You feel a scream in your throat, but fight it back down into your belly, knowing it's useless. Almost. It's always almost. He gently caresses your cheek and your forehead, wiping away sweat and anger.
You shudder, your body trying to contain the agony of yet another failure. You're so tired. You have no idea how long it's been since this night began. The moon hasn't moved an inch. As your eyes drift closed and your head lolls back gently to the pillow, you can feel his gaze upon you, and know. You'll have to try again. You turn from his comforting but torturous smile and peer out the window at the moon. You could almost swear you saw it mov-
A cool breeze floats in through the open window, carried on crystal moonlight to dance across your bare flesh. The heavy, sweet scent of recent storms fills your nose, calming your mind. It's been a while since the night sky was so clear, almost as if the stars themselves wanted to see your body too. You look down over your naked form and a soft whimper escapes your lips. You almost catch it with your teeth, but resign to hold your bottom lip for leverage in its place.
He smiles. Your skin prickles under his gaze, and though you strain the rope holding your legs and arms apart, you're held captive for his slow, purposeful strokes...
Comments
This_Guy_Eli
Honestly, I have so much fun writing, especially trying to delve into these sorts of stylistic short stories. I had the idea to start each paragraph with the same phrase, and just started writing from there and it came out to be something I'm pretty proud of 🥰
Stephanie
Only you could write such a beautifully captivating and eloquent story about… edging. You’re cruel for that. But you’re so DESCRIPTIVE! Ugh. It’s so good. And I love how not only are you descriptive about the sexy stuff (because of course you are, you have to be), but even down to the rainstorm and the moonlight. I love when I can picture that really well, because I usually can’t *see* some of those elements in real life due to my vision. But when an author can lay it out for me so I can take it in, that’s always nice. 🥰 I did love the style of “he smiles” beginning each paragraph just before the loop. Just before the reader is at the edge. Chef’s kiss. Bravo
Ashley
Oh, OK, fine. You’re not wrong. One of the best things about living in the Midwest. 😊
This_Guy_Eli
hehehe I can't help it! Rainstorms are the best! Thank you so much for listening! 🥰💕
This_Guy_Eli
Thank youuu! I've been an avid fan of writing all my life, and it's really cool that I can channel that into something fun for you all. It means a lot that you enjoyed it 🥰💕
Ashley
Sir, what tf kind of full-moon, time-loop sex magick is this?! Well played. Also, please stop indulging my love of rainstorms in these stories. I mean, yes, I obviously like when you do it, but also cut it out already, you chaos demon. You’re killin’ me, Smalls. 😏
acutefish
This is so lovely. It’s so rad how even in a different kind of writing (compared to a script) it still feels so you! What a treat to get to see another side if you creatively. :) thank you for sharing. 💖
