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“Do you remember what the goal is tonight?”
“Yeah, yeah I know. We’re trying not to give in to the other."
“I just want to have some fun, change things up a bit.”
“You’re gonna break first.”
“We’ll see.”
My arm slipped through the side of his, and I wrapped my hand around the firm muscle. I immediately felt the pang of memory, seeing those arms from a position above me. They dripped with sweat and stood strong as Reiner’s face looked into mine. His intense stare into my eyes was purposeful. It was his little way of saying, “I love you, I want this.” He leaned down and breathed into my hair.
“Are you…okay?” He had to stammer it out between breaths.
“Yeah, I’m…good…” I felt the slow back and forth of his hips and felt nothing but ecstasy. I reached up to feel his face. He leaned into the touch, kissing my hand a few times. He made a small grunt after the last kiss, and lowered in his stance. He drove his hips further in and I felt the expansion I desired. My lower portion craved his, grabbing onto him as much as I needed to.
“Fuck,” he slowed even more, pacing himself since he knew he couldn’t go much longer. Not because he didn’t want to, but because we were running out of time.
“You’re doing so good, I think you deserve some more.”
“Thank you,” he said as his hands climbed around me. He slowly made his way down my stomach, dragging the tip of his nose along it, and reached my hips when he placed small pecks of kisses on them. The heat of his breath forced my skin to prickle. His hands tightened around my thighs and he rested his cheek on the left one. “Do you care if we’re late?”
“I offered for a reason.” I ran my fingers through his hair and squeezed my fingers onto each strand. We had made plans with some friends, but they knew we usually ran late.
We often found ourselves enjoying that exact position, and that still hadn’t differed, but I thought it might’ve been interesting to have ourselves attempt to resist the other. It wasn’t easy for me, but it would be more difficult for him. He was easy to tease; all it would take is a little caress here, a small rearranging of my outfit there. He was just very impatient, and that made my job easier. Of course, he needed to attempt to get me to bend to his will first, but I hoped I’d win.
I wore everything I knew he’d like. A long, deep green dress that just so happened to be form fitting with small black velvet floral designs running the full length of the dress. He had told me he liked the way my eyes looked when I wore it. I think it helps that the dress’ neckline is a little lower than anticipated based on my shape. I wore a black cardigan that tied in the front to hide the dress until I needed to allure him a bit more. My shoes matched, black flats with a small strap over the top of my foot. He liked feeling tall, and he was, but he liked knowing it. My makeup exaggerated my eyes, and my lips were in the enticing pout he’d always been a sucker for. Hopefully, my plan would work.
Sitting down at the restaurant, he pulled my chair out. When I sat, he pushed me toward the table a little quickly.
“What’s your rush?”
“I want to see your face.”
The waiter came by with menus and introduced himself.
“Hi, I’m Jean and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you started with one of our wines?”
Once we had placed the order of red wine and our shared pasta meals, I took notice of Reiner’s gaze again. He didn’t like the way the waiter looked at me. This would be a good way to get to him. He inched his hand closer to mine and pushed his fingers in between my own. He used his thumb to rub small circles around the top of my hand. He wore a dull red button up shirt with nice, relaxed black slacks, and a belt that hit his hips at the right spot. I could see the definition of his arms due to his sleeves being rolled up, and I could tell the pants were chosen to accentuate the parts of him I liked most outside of his handsome face. He had shaved off the stubble surrounding the softer part of his cheeks and chin, showing off his naturally sharp and wide jaw. He left his hair slightly shaggy, just the way I liked it. When he seemed a little disheveled, it was oddly desirable.
He was playing his own game of cat and mouse with me.
I leaned forward and put my hand up to the necklace he gave me I was wearing. I thought to draw his attention down from my eyes.
His honeyed eyes flicked down, and immediately he knew.
“You can’t get me with that,” he smiled.
“Oh, you just wait,” I leaned back and let go of his hand.
The waiter came back with the wine and glasses to pour it into. He sat the glasses down and began to pour mine first. I glanced up at him and politely thanked him for the wine. He poured Reiner’s next and told us the food would be out soon enough.
“So, how was your day today, love?”
“It was alright, I just ran some errands. Yours?”
“I actually made sure to swing by the gym today after work, so it was pretty good. The workout was relaxing.”
“Oh nice. How much you lift?”
“One hundred and sixty-three pounds with my hips. It was a leg day.”
“That’s specific,” I made sure to comment on it and raised my brow.
“Sure is.”
I felt my ears burn red. I knew why he’d lift that much exactly. I wouldn’t let him have me just for this though. He needed more than that. I took the wine in my hand and swirled it in the glass. I slowly took a sip and made sure to look up at him from the bottom of the cup. He liked when I looked up at him from a certain angle. Hopefully, this would remind him of that angle. When I saw his hand crumple the tablecloth, I knew he noticed.
Jean, the waiter, made his way back to the table. He had all of our food on a tray, and laid it down for me first, then Reiner. Yet another chance to get a rise out of my Reiner.
“Thank you again, Jean. I like the way you treat ladies first.”
“Of course, ma’am. Do either of you need anything else?”
“Maybe a little more wine?”
“Sure, I’ll go grab that for you.”
Reiner looked at me with a look I could make out. Seriously? Not happening. Once Jean had grabbed the wine and come back, he began pouring it. I held the glass out for him and let him pour, looking straight up at him, then back to the glass, then back up again. He wasn’t half bad, and I knew Reiner would know that too. He wouldn’t like my maintained eye contact. Jean had locked into the mystique of staring as well, inevitably spilling a little of the wine onto my dress. In a panic, Jean apologized and left to get more napkins from the kitchen.
“You’re wrong for involving him.”
“Not involving him, just looking at him.”
“Well, you know how gorgeous you look. It’d be hard for anyone to not look into your eyes.”
“Are you trying to flirt with me? Because that was a pretty sad excuse. Try being less cheesy and maybe I’ll look into your eyes.”
“You will be later when-” Jean was back, and he handed me a few pieces of cloth.
“I am so sorry ma’am. Please, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”
“Will do. Thank you.” He lingered for a moment more, keeping that eye contact with me, before sneaking behind me to make it to the next table. He placed his hand on my upper back to squeeze by, and did not return until handing us the check.
On the way out of the restaurant, after Reiner left an extra large tip for the inconvenience, he stopped me on the street.
“Did you want to invite him or something?” He gestured toward the waiter.
“Nah, just wanted to get under your skin.”
“Okay.”
“You sound disappointed, want me to go back in?” I jabbed him in the stomach a little and grinned.
“No, no. I just…I want you for myself is all. And it was a little relieving.”
“Mm, gotcha.”
We walked back home together, and I made sure to hold his hand and place his arm onto my chest. When we got home, I told him I’d be upstairs changing, but he coincidentally needed to change too. When we got to our room, we both faced opposite walls. I slipped the dress up over my head, slowly, trying to make him turn around. His eyes bore holes through my skin as I unclasped my bra from my back. I slid my hands down both my hips as I leaned over to pull off the slip I used under my dress to make it less transparent. I turned to peek behind me. To my delight, Reiner stood there in only his underclothes with his true feelings known. I had caught him staring. He turned around again and began to also take his clothes off. His undershirt concealed the strong back I had scratched many nights before. I watched each muscle move in perfect coordination with the others, and he raised his hands above his head. I watched the shirt slide off his sculpted traps and delts, that otherwise couldn’t be seen if not for his flexing of them. He moved his head to the right, saw my staring, and grinned. He turned to face me, asking if I needed a shower.
I technically didn’t, but I wanted one. A cold one.
“Yeah, why?”
“We should save water, don’t you think?”
“Sure, only if you can take how hot I make the water. You usually don’t like it.”
“I can handle it.”
We both slipped off the remaining clothes on our bodies and headed to the shower. I turned the faucet on, being sure to be on my knees. He gathered two towels and washcloths. We hopped inside, and I stood closest to the shower head. I watched as he threw his head back, stretching out his arms and rubbing in his shampoo. I could see his chest in front of me, my eyes making their way downward. I drunk up every detail, the lines of his body and the color of his skin. I wanted to touch it, but I knew I would break if I did now. I followed down more, eyeing the happy trail as it flowed down the portion that lays flat to the hips, trying to ignore the dips in his pelvis. I stopped myself from following further; I knew where I’d go.
He rinsed out his hair, asking me to trade places first. He slid behind me, placing his hand on my lower back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he was the only one to put a hand on my back. I watched the droplets run down his neck. It was thick with muscle and shaped so perfectly. It ran right into the broad shoulders and defined collar bone I had kissed so many times. My lips ached to feel the skin, my tongue to lick the droplets off and start from there.
“Here, let me help you.” He grabbed my shampoo. The tiniest amount dripped onto my head as I let his hands run over my scalp. Suds formed, and he kept massaging, and I remembered all the tugs these hands had given it. Chills ran down my body, and I tried staying strong. “Are you cold? Here, swap me spots again.”
After our shower, where I had proudly stayed unbothered, we dressed again. I wore the matching set of shorts and a tank top that I liked best, and he wore comfortable plaid pants with an older shirt.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure, you pick,” he said. I had free reign, so I chose the one I knew we both liked when we had date night.
“Secretary sound good?”
We turned the lights out and lit candles as the film started. We cuddled up next to one another on the couch, him behind me. It had gone on for about fifteen minutes when I had the urge to tease him again. I scooted toward him with my lower half only, making sure to arch my back. I turned my body to be more open to him, laying my shoulders against his chest. After a few moments, his true feelings made themselves known again. He leaned up to me, placing his nose inches from my ear.
“Unfair,” he whispered.
“How? You were naked with me twenty minutes ago.”
“I was being kind and letting you peek. Plus, I washed your hair. That’s just intimate.”
“Bullshit, Braun.” I placed his arm around my waist.
“Well, fine then,” he retorted. He pushed himself forward with his hips pressing into mine. The feeling of his warmth where I wanted it made me more nervous to break than before. I turned to face him. He smirked. “There, now we’re even.”
“Even my ass,” I said as I placed a hand onto his chest, slowly gliding it down his smooth body. He twitched, and looked at me with desperation.
“Oh, honey, c’mon. You know that’s not fair,” his voice shook.
“Seems fair to me,” I said as I finally found the spot I was looking for. “You know how I feel about this too. It’s a testament to my willpower just as much as yours.”
His body began to shake, and I could feel him start to get warmer. Soon he started making the little groans he always did. He put his nose into my shoulder. Reiner’s hands, trembling, held my waist. He took his time to make his way up to my chest, hesitating the whole time he traveled. The object in my hand swelled and glowed with heat.
“Don’t stop now, you’re so close to losing,” I giggled.
“C’mon, I just need a little. I can make it.”
“I guess it’s reasonable since I have you in my hand,” I said, knowing that I would also be just as close to losing as he was.
His hands flew up to my chest with a sharp speed. He caressed the soft flesh with his thumbs. He stayed there a moment until he squeezed, then he slid one hand at a time up the tank top I wore. Ever so softly, he grazed my skin with his fingers. He found the point of pleasure, pressing, pinching, and rubbing with his thumb. I let out a hard breath I had been holding on to, and he squeezed again. The temptation was strong, and I was sure neither of us would go for much longer. I squeezed around the part of him I held. He began to lower his hands, scooping me from behind. He slid the hands one more time under my mid-thigh, when he placed my legs over him. Keeping them firmly around my hips, he whispered to me.
“Please…break.”
“What if I don’t?” I teased. It was too easy.
“Please just break.”
“Alright, but you lost,” I announced.
“As long as you’re mine, I’ll break. You know I can’t resist you.”
He began gently kissing the side of my neck, making his way up to my lips. Reiner’s kisses were always deep, but these were deep and heavy. He had been holding back, so his intention was to let me know that. He let a slight bit of his tongue into my mouth, feeling a small area of the inside of my cheek. My tongue pressed against his, connecting us by the saliva. I felt his teeth against my lips, pushing into them. He made his way down the other side of my neck, and he bit into the top of my shoulder. It was hard enough to leave a little bit of a mark, but never hurt me.
I pulled my shorts off, alongside my underwear. I guided the length of him to the spot I knew he craved. His hands stayed gripping my hips, moving me up and down into him. He pushed his hips slowly into mine, and I pulled his head into my chest. His hair was freshly scented with an oaky aroma. I felt his breathing quicken under me while he expanded me. I reached down onto his back, digging into his skin with my nails. I loved feeling him want me. The trained hundred and sixty-three pounds came in handy after all. I shook all over and pulsed on him.
He slowed for the last few times he moved his hips.
“How do you want me to finish this?”
“Don’t yet.”
“We have to stop then,” he said with sadness.
“Just this part,” I said as I moved him out of me. I stood and made him sit up right on the couch. I leaned in and kissed him. I felt the smoothness of his pink lips and moved down his firm body. Kisses were planted on both hips, and then were followed by small bites. I moved down his thighs, pressing my lips softly on the inside of them.
“Are you wanting to finish the night off?”
“Please…please let me…”
“Please what? You have to say it in full.”
“Please let me finish, love.”
“As you wish,” I said. I finally made my final move onto the length in front of me. I licked up and down first while maintaining eye contact, and then accepted it totally. Because it didn’t fully fit into my mouth, I placed a hand toward the base and pumped back and forth with the same pace as my mouth. I stared up as he winced and breathed heavily. He looked down at me, then put his hand through my hair. He pulled with little force, and placed the other hand on the other side of my head, moving it at the speed he wanted. I matched it with my hand, and I continued to do this until I felt the tensing of his muscles. His knuckles turned white with pleasure, and he released.
I swallowed what was left in my throat, just to help with cleaning up. He leaned down and kissed my forehead and thanked me for helping him. We stood, went to the bathroom, and freshened up. Then, we made our way back to the TV to turn it off.
Once we finally laid in our bed, we cuddled with adoration for the other. I felt his warm chest pressed into my back. I loved the way he felt against my skin.
“Love you. Goodnight,” I said.
“Goodnight my love,” he replied. His gentle words were only a fraction of his sweetness, and I hoped to have felt it forever. “I love you, and I want to keep breaking.”