Best Erotic Romance 2014 (13 page)

She wets the tip of the pencil with her tongue. And then she begins to draw.

SHOW ME

D. R. Slaten

I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel how they moved over me. I knew what he saw. Just as I knew what he wanted.

The heat of his gaze shot through me.

He remained quiet. Watching. Waiting. Still. As if the slightest noise, the most minute of movements would spook me.

It probably would. I was nervous. Scared. I felt laid open. Completely bared. Not just naked but
naked
.

I had never done anything like this before. Wasn't real sure I would do anything like this again. If you asked me where I got the nerve, I wouldn't be able to tell you. I wasn't that girl. I just wasn't.

It might have been the day. It was so hot outside that the asphalt was sending up waves of heat. It was a lazy day, not by choice but by necessity. It was the kind of heat for which the siesta was invented.

It might have been the time. Not quite midday. Not quite early evening. It was the in-between time. The point in the day
that went from being high energy to just winding down.

It might have been the sun. It lay heavy in the sky. It was just moving down, fighting the slow slide into the horizon.

Nothing made sense. Nothing tipped me off as to why I was willing to do what I was doing, when I had balked before.

I was sweating. As much from the heat outside as from the heat within me. I watched as a drop of sweat rolled down from my collarbone through the valley of my breasts and then wound its way to my belly button where it got captured. Lost in the deep groove.

I walked slowly over to my bed. The bed reflected an aspect of my personality that had never surfaced. Not in real life. The deep-red color, the luxuriousness of the fabric, the softness of the feather bed. It screamed of a sensuality that I wasn't sure I possessed.

Except today. Apparently I possessed that sensuality today. Today I was willing to step out of my comfort zone. Today, I was willing to own that I was a sensual, sometimes wanton creature.

Nothing about the day was overly special. Nothing about it screamed now. Let it be now.

I lay down on my bed, smoothing my hands over the rich, soft velvet duvet and feeling how it covered an equally soft down comforter as my hands sank into it. So soft. I stopped to enjoy the tactile feel of it in my hands.

I slid on my belly the final few inches that would allow me to stretch out completely. Caressing my entire body and rubbing my nipples over the fabric. The friction from the slide creating more heat. Without and within.

My body screamed for more. But I was in no hurry. I savored. Sipped of pleasure. Tasting it slowly.

I felt my nipples catch as they pebbled from the contact. At
the shot of arousal, I burrowed my head into the pillow and took a breath to slow down my drumming heart. It didn't help. My heart continued to be beat hard and loud.

I slowly rolled over. Cupping my breasts as I spread my legs. Exposed. Bare.

“Show me,” he whispered. So softly that I had to strain to hear the words he spoke. “Let me see, baby. Show me more.”

I kept my eyes downcast. I couldn't look at him. My nerve wouldn't have withstood his direct gaze.

I hadn't realized how much I would like his eyes on my body, watching me. But even as I knew that I liked that he stared at me, I still couldn't look at him.

I took one of my hands from my breasts, leaving the other to tug and pull on my nipple. I slid my finger through the wetness coating the inside of my thighs. Brushing past my clit, jerking when I did. My juices had been leaking since I walked out from the bathroom. I knew I would leave a spot. I didn't care. It was a small price to pay for the largeness of what I felt.

My pussy had flowered. My inner lips spread outward in enticement, in invitation. I let my finger glide between my inner lips to reach the heart of me. The entrance that wept in welcome. I pushed one finger, then two into me. I let the heel of my hand move against my clit, pressing that button until I could feel the contractions within me.

I mimicked the sexual act with my fingers, pumping them in and out. Each time I pulled out, I brought more wetness with me.

I could hear his breath increase, watching me. I knew that his eyes were focused between my legs. I heard the rasp of his zipper as he unzipped his pants.

If I had looked up, I would have been able to see him take out his cock. Instead I remained with my eyes averted. I could only
imagine his beautiful cock pulled out of his pants. His hands on himself as mine were on me.

That he liked what I was doing enough to have to take himself in hand added to my arousal. His pleasure gave me pleasure. Knowing that it was my pleasure that began his tripped my triggers. Almost too much.

I pulled harder on my nipples. I could feel each pull deep in my pussy. So deep, my fingers couldn't reach that far.

“Finish it, baby.” His whispered voice still held the element of command.

How he could tell that I needed more was mystifying. But he did. And I did.

I pulled my fingers from my pussy and dragged them back up toward my clit. Slowly at first, I circled it. I was dripping wet. Which made stimulating my clit both easier and harder all at the same time.

As the pressure built, as the pleasure grew, my fingers moved faster. Not harder. Not softer. Just faster. I pulled and rolled my nipple in time with my fingers on my clit. Both my hands working to bring me over.

I could feel the buildup, the tension within me stretching tight. My womb contracting so violently that my lower belly rippled.

I was poised on the edge of the precipice. Riding the crest of the coming waves of orgasm. I held it back as long as I could. I wanted to hold on to the feeling. I didn't want to let it go.

It was his soft groan that tipped my want into need. Then I let it go. And wave upon wave of contractions took me from almost there, to there. I was there. I moaned, the exhalation of pent-up need released all at once.

It was at the moment of my climax that my eyes flew up to stare at him. I had to look at him, my eyes widening in shocked
pleasure, as if I had never experienced orgasm before. He stared at my mouth as it opened to moan.

My body jerked as I continued to work my clit. I rubbed my palm over my beaded nipple, milking every last drop from my body.

“Beautiful Dani,” he said and moved toward me.

His face went to my pussy. He drank from me then. Lapping up my wetness like the offering it was. I had come for him.

He moved up my body once he had his fill. Kissing my belly, dipping his tongue into the crevice that the drop of salty sweat had disappeared into. He licked and sucked my nipples until they both glistened from his mouth, tightened in a way they never did just for me.

He kissed my throat, my neck and finally…finally my mouth. I tasted myself on his tongue. I tasted him as well. The taste of the two of us together was delicious.

“Thank you,” he said.

I knew his thank-you was my reward for being brave enough to let him watch me masturbate. He had been asking for a while. He wanted to see how I pleasured myself. He wanted to know how I brought myself off. He was interested in what I did and how I did it. And he was interested in how I touched myself so that he could learn what I liked, as much as he was just interested in watching me do it. Maybe more.

If he had loved watching me half as much as I love watching him, then it was all good. It almost seems like I can feel it when he strokes himself in front of me. He is not shy about touching himself. Not at all.

“I didn't think it would turn me on as much as it did. To do that for you. To let you see me,” I told him.

“Yeah?” he asked. His eyes were still hot. Hotter even than it was outside. “Why today?”

“Not sure. I just felt it. The heat is getting to me. I didn't want to put clothes on after the shower. I saw you in the hallway. Then my brain just jumped right in and said, now, show him now,” I confessed.

He was still hard and hot against me. He had held back when I came. I could feel him rubbing against me.

“I need to fuck you, Dani. But if I get inside you right now, with the vision of you fucking yourself, I'll come as soon as I enter you,” he told me.

His cock was leaving a trail of precum on my leg, helping it glide against my skin. Although with my sweat already there, his precum wasn't really necessary.

I trailed my fingers down the side of his body. My thumb caressed his hip bone and began to move toward his cock. I wanted to touch him. To stroke him.

“Hands above your head, Dani. Grab the headboard,” he told me. “If you touch me now, it'll all be over.”

I removed my hands from him and reached above my head to comply. The position arched my back and pressed my breasts against his chest. The small amount of chest hair he had was teasing me. I moved slowly back and forth to increase the sensation.

I had just come, but I was still aroused. Incredibly aroused. It might have been my thoughts of him watching me as I brought myself off, or it might have been the thought of him about to fuck me. It probably was a combination of both.

I could feel the wetness between my legs pooling underneath my ass. I was ready for him now. Had been ready for a while.

Still, I waited. Waited for him to be ready as well.

He made my wait worthwhile.

He grasped his cock by the root and fitted himself against my entrance. There was more than enough wetness between his
leaking cock and the copious amount of juices flowing from my pussy.

He snapped his hips and entered me in one hard thrust.

Full, I was so full. He stilled as he fully embedded himself in me. Everything stopped. My perception of time had come to a standstill. All that existed was me at the place where he joined me. That point was the center, the entirety of my universe.

I loved how he felt in me. I loved how I felt when he covered me. I loved him.

He looked deep into my eyes. I felt his stillness as I stayed motionless, my hands still grasping the headboard. I savored the moment, our connection.

Then he began to move. Not tentative, shallow thrusts designed for exploration but full, hard thrusts that pounded his cock into my body. He didn't fuck me fast. He moved with purpose. Steadily, drawing almost completely out of my pussy and then pushing right back in.

His body moved; his eyes did not. He kept his eyes on me the entire time. I looked right back at him. In this, I could look my fill. My eyes were caught by his.

“I can't last much longer, Dani. I wanted to bring you off again, but I'm too keyed up from watching you play with your pussy, babe,” he gritted out.

Now he was sweating too. Drops of his sweat fell onto my face. I licked them up. Then I licked his lips. I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to be the one that made him lose it.

I knew that I had succeeded when he began to move faster. He was pistoning in and out of me. The heat from the friction seeping through my pussy into my body.

He threw back his head and groaned. His cock jerked inside me. I could feel him swell in preparation to fill me with his
seed. Homage. I welcomed it. I wanted him to fill me with the evidence of his pleasure. His pleasure was my pleasure.

He gave tiny little jerks as he continued to come inside me. His mouth claiming mine as he finished.

His soft sigh signaling the end even as the aftershocks continued to make him twitch.

He finally pulled out of me. He got up and grabbed a washcloth. Then he cleaned us both. He threw the rag back toward the bathroom and crawled back into bed next to me.

“That was wow. Just fucking wow,” he sighed.

I snuggled into him. “I could so totally go for a nap right about now.”

“Not gonna happen, babe,” he told me, even as he drew me into his side.

I played with his six-pack, following his happy trail back up over his chest. “Why not?”

“Got dinner at my mom's tonight, remember?” was his response.

“Oh shit.” I tried to jump up. His arms tightened around me. “I can't go to your mom's tonight.”

“Why not?” he asked again.

“'Cause my face will be on fire remembering what I did for you this afternoon. I can't go to your mom's right after I masturbated for you,” I tell him.

He grins at me. “Babe, you already masturbated. Any time we go to my mom's now will be after you masturbated for me.”

“It's not the same,” I tell him. “Maybe we can have her over. Like next week or month or year. Or far enough out that I won't turn beet fucking red from my hussy-like behavior.”

I am snapping at him. I think having his mom over is perfect. We've only been living together for a few months, only having known each other a couple of months before that. It was quick.
But I was sure. He had told me he was as well, when he asked me to move in.