Desires 16

They had known each other for some time, but throughout the majority of that time, things had mostly stayed platonic. She was captivating, of course, with her slender build, her long, toned legs, and an ass that was so perfect, it could make empires fall.

But she belonged to another man. More damning was that this man was like a brother to him. It's also no exaggeration that he owed him his life, as he had, in no uncertain terms, been saved by the man.

So platonic they remained, in spite of the fact she was his image of perfection. She was a rose he could never pluck, a drink from which his lips could never savor the taste of. Until things began to take a different turn. Things between she and her man changed. It wasn't sudden, nor abrupt, but it was noticeable, and perhaps worse in the fact that it was so protracted.

But this was never an opportunity to him. Like I said, he thought greatly of the man. But over the years he would inevitably see her differently. Until the time came where, he couldn't help but see the two as being equal to his eyes. He was stuck. The future the man made possible for him to see, and the potential future he could see with her. There was no possible way to decide between the two.

The two had, at one time in the past, toyed with the idea of playing with each other, of satisfying urges and sating curiosity. But in the end, all the idea had remained was a tease. As time went on, and they had both nearly forgotten the one conversation they had had, he started to remember. The impetus started when one day, she showed up to where he worked and she visited him. They talked and joked like they always had, but there was something else this time. An unspoken atmosphere that he suspects they both recognized, but ignored in case the other couldn't see it.

It was an attraction. He felt her interest, as he's now sure she felt his. But for all the years they had known each other, could he have been mistaken? She had been dealing with a lot of stress, both in her daily life and on the home front. So he was sure it was just vague intrigue at best, right?

Some time went by, his thoughts relatively organized but still rather jumbled, when he went to visit her this time. This was where things took a turn he never expected them to take. She was at home on her own, her man was absent, so it turned into just the two of them there in the end.

The opportunity to confirm his suspicions was this one time and one time alone, and it might be lost if he didn't take it, so he did just that and opened up. As she was seated watching TV so alluringly, her legs crossed on the seat, her back arched, pushing her ass out for full appreciation, he asked something that had been bothering him, "Myra, has Derek been worrying about us, you know, being together alone?"

The atmosphere tensed noticeably as the question left his lips. "No, why would he be?" She replied, her voice strained as her thoughts began to turn.

"I'm honestly not sure, it's just something I've been feeling, I just hoped to know if he was," he told her.

He had always been rather sensitive to the way people around him felt, usually about himself, but about other things too. He can't quite explain it, but the other person's emotions flow into his to the degree that it often becomes hard to differentiate between their emotions, and his own. This is part of why he was so confused about the impression he had from Myra's visit to his workplace the other day. It could have just been his own attraction to her, but it didn't feel like it because he had already been aware of where he stood towards her. This felt different.

"I'm sure it's just your imagination Wren, there's nothing between us anyway." Though she was correct, he felt something hidden in her answer, a misted enquiry. One he wasn't fully sure was even there, so he played his cards safely, or so he thought. "Yeah, I guess you're right; there's probably nothing," he pauses a moment, watching her reaction, thinking about all the thoughts he had been organizing, the suspicions he held but didn't dare voice; before suddenly, he voiced them.

"Can I say something that might be rather, bold?" he asks before he even realized he had. She freezes, taking a breath before answering, "sure..." he regathers his thoughts, aware of her anticipation building. Seeing this, he decides to just go all-in and tell her, "there's nothing between us, sure, but what if there was?"

She thinks a moment before asking, "... What do you mean?"

He thinks about how best to explain, before taking a deep breath and letting a sigh escape his lips, "Myra, you know how I feel about Derek, I owe him everything... Because of this, I can't get between the two of you, but..." he wets his lips, the pace of his heart quickening rapidly, "... but, the way I feel about you is in no way inferior... I'm torn between two equally powerful sets of emotions, logic just can't help me decide between them, it's impossible for it to." And it was, he had thought the same before, but the future Derek had given him, and the potential future with Myra? How could he possibly choose one over the other? But what if she also desired a future with him? If she wished to see what could be? That would change things. So he made his position known, "I'll tell you this, if you wish for it, I will take you. I'll take you, and all the responsibility that making you mine would entail." He gulped, his heart beating faster than he believed it ever had before, as he awaited her response.

"I don't, know what to say... I'm honestly speechless," she hesitated, her slender throat; perfectly able to fit within his enclosed fingers, giving way to her face melting into subdued desire; displayed her pulse visibly, in no way slower than his own. "I need think about it..."

He told her. The fact he wanted her, the reason he couldn't just take her right then and there, but also what would happen if he did. He actually admitted his interest. He didn't believe she was fully prepared for it, lord knows he wasn't. But she wasn't opposed. She had her own, hidden desires, built up since he doesn't know when, but she couldn't jump on them so easily, just as he couldn't on his, on her.

But that didn't mean they couldn't talk about it, give each other a tease for what they each wanted. "I will admit I've thought about it before though," she told him after a slight pause. "I've wondered from time to time, just what it would be like."

"I can say the same," he admitted. "Honestly? I can't tell you how many times I've imagined my dick sliding in and out of you as you gasp for air, barely able to hold on as you're overwhelmed by pleasure."

"Tell me more..."

They both seeped into desire as he described his fantasy to her. "Your knees hooked on my elbows, your back against the wall, your nails running down my back and through my hair, in time with every thrust," he sees her shift in her seat.

"My hand holding your ass, keeping you lifted at just the right height, just the right angle. My other hand moves to your neck as I slide your leg onto my shoulder, my thrusts quickening as I wrap my fingers around your throat," her face flushes, visible even from his angle slightly behind her.

"I squeeze as my thrusts deepen, the tip of my thick shaft knocking against your womb," her breathing intensifies.

"Every heart beat pulses through the veins webbed around my shaft, plunging you into ecstacy as you reach climax, your walls pulsing around me, sending me to climax along with you, shooting burst after burst deep into your womb."

"Ok stop! That's too much..." she exhales, her body shivering from the imagery. But he knows she wants more, he can hear it in her voice, see it in her shaking.

"I'll have you know, I'm not small," Wren says, enjoying her reactions to his teasing.

"That's what they all say..." she says as she steadies her breath, her eyes rolling.

"Can they all back up their words tho?" he asks, standing and walking up to her to show her a picture he had taken not too long before, show casing just what she could look forward to. She barely sees what's on his phone before quickly turning her head, a gasp of surprise audible. But he can tell she's curious, he can see her face flushed all the way to her ears.

"Look," he commands, enjoying seeing her act so shyly, despite her desire. She obeys his command though, her breathing stops momentarily as she takes in the view, her eyes lock onto the image before her. He sees her bite her lip before she turns away again, telling him to put it away.

"We can't go too far... And you know why," she squeezes out as she looks up at him, blushing all the while.

"And what's too far?" He asks, teasing her some more.

"Physical touch..." she responds after a short thought.

"Hmm, so this wouldn't be too much then, would it?" He asks as he reaches for his belt, acting like he's getting ready to take it off by unclasping it slightly.

"N-no! That's definitely too much!" She let's out, turning her head to avoid looking.

"Hahaha I guess you're right," he says as he re-clasps his buckle, noticing the disappointment on her face as he does.

She stands up at this point, escaping to the kitchen to do the dishes so she can cool her head. He allows her the respite as he watches her hips swing side to side, her cheeks bouncing slightly with every step. After a short pause though, he follows.

He sees her standing at the sink, her behind wrapped in skin tight leggings, perfectly exhibiting the perfect ass she can barely hide, her hands busy with the dish she currently held, though there weren't too many to begin with. He slowly walks up behind her as he watches her breathing quicken, before stopping with mere inches between the bulge she inspired and her ass.

"Let's do an experiment," he whispers in her ear as she pretends he's not there, but he can feel the curiosity waft off her. "Back up," he commands, interested in seeing her response.

She freezes and gasps before laughing slightly and bends over the sink, her ass cheeks almost touching him as she does. "Ok... I almost did it... I almost backed up," she looks back and tells him, embarrassment visible on her face. "Was that the result you were hoping for in your little, 'experiment'?" She asks.

"Hahaha to be honest? I just wanted to see what the result would be, but you definitely didn't disappoint," he tells her, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as the embarrassment spreads to him as well.

"Well I'm happy you're satisfied..." she harrumphs as she finishes off the dishes, her face still red.

"Haha oh just you wait, you'll know when I'm satisfied..." he flirts, backing away with a smirk, looking back at her as he move to leave the kitchen, "and it won't be until after you're FULLY satisfied," he winks at her as he rounds the corner.

After that last little tease though, it was time for him to leave. He bid her farewell as he made his way out, but they weren't finished with each other, not by a long shot.

Several weeks pass, as they pass flirts back and forth between each other, when he finds himself visiting again, this time though, they weren't alone, though Derek was off in his room for the majority of his visit.

She had been in a particularly good mood. He was delighted to see her upbeat side again, as it had been too long. She was also dressed so as to accentuate everything his eyes loved to see about her...

A short, tight fitting shirt that highlighted her modestly perfect chest, those mounds he had so often dreamt of licking, suckling, and biting till she could take no more. The shirt was just short enough that every time she lifted her arms, her smooth white stomach would appear, her hip lines just barely visible below that. And even further below those vaguely visible hips sat a pair of nearly skin tight leggings, highlighting every last curve of her perfectly toned ass cheeks, firm but soft and tantalizing to an insane degree. Those cheeks flowed into those long, flexible legs of hers that he knows he could fold behind her own ears without the slightest trouble.

She was the very definition of irresistible. And he had to do his best to resist that which isn't possible to. In a word, he failed. Nearly any chance he had with her to himself, away from prying eyes, he teased her ears with words of lust and of desire. He watched her face flush with color every time he did, enjoyed watching her own self control erode in tandem with his own.

Then he crossed a line he hadn't to this point, his reason finally unable to keep him fully restrained. She was sitting on her knees in a chair looking at the puzzle on the table in front of her, her back arched, her ass the highest point on her body. Her shirt gently stretched upwards, her stomach and hips showing, the dimples in her back visible and just an arm's reach away.

He enjoyed the view his eyes were blessed with, watched her hips fidget back and forth, imagining his hands sliding across them, his fingers dancing across her skin, his thumbs pressed into those adorable dimples, her cheeks embracing his erection as his hips pressed firmly into hers. When she stood up, his reason finally all but snapped.

In the conversations they'd had up to this point, they had become aware of several kinks they each shared. He prides himself in the fact that he's a pleasure dom. He gets off the more his partner gets off, but he enjoys making her work for it, the harder she works, the more he rewards. She was a sub that loved to follow commands, especially if there's a reward. So he decided to play a game.

He hid away from where any eyes could see and he stood square, pointing firmly at the space before his feet, visible to herself but no one else. And he watched, he watched her face redden, ever so alluringly, as he could see she wanted to. He watched her inner turmoil as she knew she shouldn't, despite how badly she desired it. He joyfully watched her give into her desires as she shyly approached him subserviently, a half smile of expectation on her face, poorly hidden by her deepening blush.

She walked directly up to him and asked him what he wanted, "I want to give you an example of what to look forward to, now turn around and don't move." After fighting her inner demons for a short second more, she did as she was told and spun that perfect ass around to inches from his hardening manhood. He didn't hold back. He grabbed hold of her hips, enjoying the first true touch of her skin as he pulled those cheeks against his hips, his bulge fully pressed against them for her to enjoy, his hands sliding across her hips and cheeks. His reason had completely left at this point, all that existed in that house was her, him, and the point at which we were connected.

Before he could attempt to go any further though, she quickly pulled away, her face blazing scarlet. But he wanted more. He was full of desire for this woman that could send pangs through any man's heart with ease. And very little was able to restrain these thoughts.

After they had taken their distance and cooled off a little bit, it was her turn to tease him. She moved to the center of the room before going down on her hands and knees, arching her back and raising her ass to the heavens as her chest touched the ground. Her back dimples in full tantalizing view, her cheeks partially spread as her movement naturally parted them. Her thighs parting slightly as her legs moved with the rest of her body, just begging him to rip those leggings down her thighs and violate her with the throbbing erection she had given him.

He was sane enough to know, this wasn't the time or place to do just that, but he still imagined his hands firmly gripping her ass, holding it in the air at just the right angle, his groin grinding into the gap that was slightly visible, his hips and her cheeks fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Before he knew it, he had stood up and approached her, intent on giving her at least that taste of just what she would enjoy when he finally had her to himself... But he had only just reached for her when she quickly got to her feet again, avoiding his touch.

A line had been crossed, they both recognized it at this point, but beyond that, he had recognized it. She had managed to cool herself down while he had only stayed as hot blooded as he was when his shaft was enjoying the feeling of her ass. After recognizing exactly what they had both done, he managed to calm himself as well, though regretfully. A strong dom can keep himself as leashed as his sub, he still has much to learn in that regard.

She then asked him, after she had thought for a moment, "what do you want? What do you want and why do you want it?" On her face was a look he couldn't really place, it was unfamiliar but also recognizable... If he was to give it a name, that name would be "uncertain", but he saw worry and even a bit of fear in the mix as well.

Though her questions weren't what made him think it, but he realized he had gone further than he should have. He decided that he will not allow himself to get out of hand again. That was a lesson he's learned in concrete form, but his actions made him think hard on what exactly his answers to her questions are, as he didn't really have the answers himself.

She didn't say, but he could guess what she wanted to know: if his interest was in her, or just her body. His own uncertainty arose at this, as, though he didn't have the answer, he was vaguely aware of what it was; and he worried if that wasn't what she wanted as well.

So he asked, "are you afraid of what I want? Of whether what I want is just lust or more?"

She didn't answer immediately, but after a short pause she looked up at him and answered, "...I am, I don't know what you want from me, and I don't know what I want from you. But to me right now you're just a fantasy, nothing more..."

He could only pause at this answer. He didn't really know how to respond. So he told her that he would need to think on it before leaving for the day. And he went home and thought about it for awhile; he looked back on all the interactions between the two of them that he could recall. The way she reacts to things she finds cute or likes, the way she smiles to herself every time she pulls something off she didn't think she could. The comfortability they share knowing they can just be themselves around each other, unabashedly. The connection they share with just everyday interactions. The openness and ability to talk about anything with each other freely. And more than all of that, the laughter and joy they share between each other every time they meet.

All this and more was gathered into one idea, one reason "why". Finally, he had my answer, and he would see her receive it. Days passed, when finally he managed to visit her again. Though they weren't alone again, there wasn't anyone around to interrupt them, so he sat her down and he told her.

"I'm going to say a few things, it might be rather long winded of me, but you asked me what I wanted and why I wanted it, so I'm here to give you my answer... I'll admit, it wasn't easy finding that answer, and I'm pretty sure what I have to say isn't even all of it, but it's the best I know how to give right now. I'll be completely up front with you, even if things might be more than you were wanting or hoping for, even if doing so might cost me what could be... But if you want the full truth then I'll give it to you."

"I want you. As much of you as you're willing to give, and I'll give just as much of myself in return. If you want to know why then the answer to that question is simple. It's because I know we would make each other very happy for a very long time in varying ways. And it is my desire to show you just to what extent that is. Put simply? What I desire is you, all of you, every mark of beauty, every mar, every perfection, every flaw, perceived or real. But I also know full well how unlikely I'll ever be able to be a part of your everything. So I would settle for even just a taste of you."