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little things. nothing anyone else at this party would notice. my hand on the small of your back when i passed you a drink. my mouth close to your ear when i leaned in to say something that didn’t need to be said that quietly. the way i’d catch your eye from across the room and hold it just a second too long before looking away like nothing happened.

you knew what i was doing. i could tell by the way you kept biting your bottom lip. by the way you kept finding reasons to drift back toward me. by the way you’d finally just given up entirely and settled into my lap like that was where you were going to spend the rest of the night and you were done pretending otherwise.

and then you felt it.

i watched it happen. the subtle shift in your expression. you’d gone still. sitting back slightly. adjusting your weight. feeling it again. your breath catching just barely. quiet enough that nobody around us heard anything.

i said nothing. kept my arm around your waist. kept the conversation going with whoever i was talking to. like i had no idea what was happening to you right now.

you shifted again. just slightly. testing. pressing down just a little. feeling the pressure of it against you. your fingers tightening on my arm.

“not yet, bunny.” i said it low. right against your ear.

you stilled immediately. but i felt your thighs press together. felt how tense you’d gotten. and i knew exactly what that meant.

good.

the rest of the night was its own kind of slow torture and i want you to know i enjoyed every second of it. keeping you right there in my lap while the party went on around us like normal. talking to people. laughing at things. completely at ease while you sat on top of me and tried to breathe normally and felt me beneath you every single time you shifted your weight. every time someone said something funny and you moved without thinking. every time you tried to subtly grind down just slightly and i’d press my palm flat and heavy against your hip. not moving you. stopping you. reminding you.

not yet.

you leaned back into me at some point. mouth finding my jaw. your voice so quiet only i could hear it. “please.” barely even a word. just breath. “i can’t anymore. please.”

i let you wait exactly five more seconds.

then i stood up. hand finding yours. “bathroom.” quiet enough that nobody looked up from their conversations.

i didn’t take you to the bathroom.

i found the empty bedroom at the end of the hall instead. the door had barely clicked shut behind us before i was turning you around and pressing you back against it. hands on either side of your face. just looking at you for a second. taking you in. your warm cheeks. your eyes already glassy with how worked up you were. your lips slightly parted.

then i kissed you.

slow at first. savoring every moment. hands cupping your face. feeling you melt into it immediately. feeling the desperation in the way you kissed back. fingers gripping my shirt. trying to pull me closer. trying to make it faster.

pulling back just slightly.

“slow.” so soft. against your lips. “we have time.”

a frustrated sound. hands still gripping my shirt.

kissing you again. slower this time. deeper. one hand sliding down your neck. feeling your pulse racing under my palm. feeling you shiver when my fingers curl gently around your throat. not tight. just present. feeling you go completely pliant against the door at that.

staying like that for a while. just kissing you. hand loose around your throat. feeling your pulse. feeling you get more and more desperate and doing nothing to help you with it.

finally pulling back. turning you around. one hand between your shoulder blades pressing you gently toward the edge of the bed. your hands finding the comforter and grabbing it.

standing behind you. running my hands up the backs of your thighs slowly. pushing your dress up. taking my time touching every inch of skin as it’s revealed. feeling you tremble under my palms.

unzipping your dress slowly. letting it pool at your feet.

running my hands up your sides. your waist. your stomach. finding your breasts. cupping them warm and slow. feeling you arch back into me immediately.

pressing my mouth to your shoulder. your neck. kissing up to your ear while my hands work slow and deliberate. thumbs brushing over your nipples. feeling them harden immediately. feeling you press back harder against me.

“so pretty.” against your neck. “so perfect.”

a muffled sound. pressing back harder.

rolling your nipples slowly between my fingers. feeling you squirm. feeling the sounds you’re trying to keep in building in your throat. pinching just slightly. feeling you gasp and grab at my hands. not to stop me. just needing somewhere to put it.

spending time there. taking my time. learning every small reaction. the way your breathing changed when i did this. the way your hips shifted when i did that. building you up slowly and deliberately before i’d even touched you where you needed it most.

finally sliding one hand down. pulling your underwear aside.

running two fingers through you slowly.

pausing.

“look at this.” so quiet. almost to myself. feeling how absolutely soaked you are. how warm. how needy. “you’ve been like this all night, haven’t you.” not a question. “sitting in my lap. feeling me underneath you. getting yourself this worked up.”

you nodded into the comforter. a desperate muffled sound building in your throat.

pressing those two fingers inside you slowly. feeling you clench around them immediately. your hips pushing back before you could stop yourself.

curling them. finding that spot. staying right there.

the sound you made into the comforter. swallowed immediately. body pressing back harder.

working them slow and deep. feeling you get even wetter around my fingers. your hips rolling back trying to get more. trying to get deeper.

adding my thumb to your clit. slow lazy circles. feeling your whole body jolt.

“stay quiet for me, baby” gentle. warm

a desperate nod.

working both at once. fingers curling deep while my thumb moved steady and slow on your clit. feeling you climb. feeling how close you were getting already from hours of buildup.

stopping completely.

a broken sound. hips chasing desperately.

“not yet.” so soft. rubbing slow soothing circles on your hip. “not yet baby.”

a shaky exhale. trying to come back down.

letting you. taking my time. pressing kisses along your spine while you breathed. while your body settled just enough.

then starting again.

fingers pressing back inside you. deeper this time. curling immediately. finding that spot and staying. my other hand coming around to your breast. rolling your nipple while my fingers worked you. feeling you completely fall apart trying to stay quiet.

building you up again. slow and deliberate. watching your hips move. watching your hands fist in the comforter. listening to every small sound you were swallowing.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping again.

the sound you made this time. desperate. hips grinding against nothing. “please—” barely audible. “please, i need you”

“i know.” so gentle. so unbothered. pressing a kiss to your spine. “i know you do.”

waiting. letting you come back down again. keeping one hand warm and still on your hip. the other tracing slow patterns on your back.

“please.” smaller now. wrecked. “please daddy please i’ve been so good—”

“you have.” turning you around gently. sitting you on the edge of the bed. tilting your chin up. “you’ve been so good.”

kissing you again. deep and slow. hand finding your throat again. feeling your pulse hammering under my palm. fingers curling just slightly tighter this time. feeling you moan into my mouth.

pulling my hand back. pressing two fingers to your lips.

watching you take them without hesitation. your mouth closing around them. sucking slow and soft and automatic. eyes half closed. already so far gone.

holding your gaze. reaching down with my free hand. lining myself up.

pressing in slowly.

the sound you made around my fingers. swallowed entirely. your hands flying to my arms and gripping hard. your whole body going rigid trying to process being this full after being edged this long.

staying still. letting you adjust. fingers still in your mouth. holding you there. letting you feel it.

“breathe.” so soft. “i’ve got you.”

a shaky exhale around my fingers. your grip on my arms loosening slightly.

starting to move.

slow deep rolls of my hips at first. pressing you back onto the bed slightly with each one. my free hand moving to your breast. thumb working your nipple in time with each thrust. watching your back arch. watching you try so hard to stay quiet with my fingers still in your mouth giving you something to focus on. something to hold onto.

reaching down. finding your clit with my free hand. starting slow. wide lazy circles that made your hips stutter.

picking up the rhythm slightly. watching your eyes flutter.

“look at me.” waiting until your eyes found mine. glassy and desperate and so beautiful. “stay with me.”

working your clit in tighter circles now. faster. feeling you clench around me hard.

then slowing back down. wide and lazy again.

watching you make a sound around my fingers. frustrated. desperate.

“i know.” not stopping. “i know baby.”

varying it. slow and wide. then tight and fast. then slow again. learning exactly which rhythm made your thighs shake the most. which one made your hips chase it. which one made your eyes roll back before you caught yourself.

pulling my fingers from your mouth. replacing them with my mouth instead. kissing you deep while my hips kept moving. while my fingers kept working your clit. swallowing every sound you made.

feeling you get close. the way you clenched tighter. the way your hips started moving more desperately. meeting every thrust. chasing my fingers at the same time.

pulling back from the kiss. mouth at your ear.

“not yet.” fingers slowing completely. hips stilling.

a sob. actual tears now. hands gripping me desperately. “pleaseplease i can’t… please daddy please—”

“i’ve got you.” so warm. so certain. rubbing slow circles on your hip. “i’ve got you sweetheart. just a little longer. you’re doing so well. so so well.”

staying still while you trembled. while you tried to breathe. while your body screamed for what i was keeping from you.

pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.

“okay.” finally. so soft. “okay baby. you’ve been so good. you’ve earned it.”

fingers finding your clit again. fast this time. no more teasing. no more varying. just tight fast circles while my hips started moving again. deep and steady and giving you everything i’d been keeping back.

“cum for me.” right against your ear. “you can let go. i’ve got you.”

you fell apart completely.

the sounds you made swallowed against my shoulder. your whole body shuddering. clenching around me so hard. soaking onto my strap completely. hips still moving through it. grinding down onto me. working yourself through every single wave without stopping. legs shaking. tears sliding down. hands gripping me so tight.

staying right there. not stopping. working you through every last second of it.

until finally you stilled.

breathing hard against my shoulder. completely undone.

holding you there. both arms around you. rubbing your back slow. pressing kisses to your hair. your temple. your cheek.

“so good.” so warm. so soft. “you were so good tonight. so patient. so perfect.”

you laughed. breathless and wrecked and a little teary still. hiding your face in my neck.