Jamais Vu

The glint in their eye as I tell them to wait, shows me that this was a good idea.

Busy lives and transitional times have kept us from each other’s bodies for far too long. I lie back on the plush velvet blanket, inhale the peppery sweetness of the pomegranate noir candle, precariously balanced on top of a stack of half-read books by my bed. Dragging my attention away from the fire risk, I run my hands over my black, silk bodysuit. When I chose to put this on under my dress earlier, I was worried the openings of mesh that encircle my breasts and the harsh straps around my hips would feel too much. But now, the fabric gliding between my fingers and my body floods me with warmth, enough to give me the confidence to hand them the first card.

Use your hands on my arms and legs to show me you appreciate me, they read slowly. Their voice has a new gravelly depth to it recently and they always love a dramatic reading. They take a sharp intake of breath and purse their lips to the side in a smug smirk. 

I squirm slightly under their gaze, breathing in deeply and straightening my shoulders to quiet my nervousness. “I thought it could help us… rediscover.”

They hold eye contact as their palms push down on my biceps, their body hovering above mine. I can see the outline of their muscles sharpen and I imagine the stony warmth of their torso. It makes me want to break my own rules and pull them close to me. 

But they obey the card, using their whole hand to massage my arms, savoring every inch. It feels like my whole being is condensed to a pinprick, following their fingertips as they trickle down my arms. I let out a high-pitched complaint as they lift their hands off of me, but accept it as they lower their gaze down my body and legs to my feet. I giggle as their hands brush my toes and then firmly grasp my calves, slowly kneading my skin like a contented cat. 

“Wait,” I lift my head determinedly, grasping for the small stack of cards I made that morning, “I waanntt…”

They release their hands from my legs and push me back down on the bed, causing a lightning bolt to shoot from between my thighs to my brain, “Don’t rush me,” they say.

I watch, willingly, as they trace intricate patterns up the outside of my thighs, getting lighter and lighter. My breathing falls off a cliff as they make their way round to the front of my legs, their gaze following their hands intently. The focus and fascination makes me feel precious… and impatient.

I slap my palm down on the cards, bringing them close to my eyes which are already losing focus. I thrust Use your mouth in their face urgently and they take the paper in between their teeth, eyes burning with self-satisfaction. 

Suddenly, the expression and the card drop as their mouth opens and they get very serious. They bite down into the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and I squeal in shock and delight. My hands are drawn to their hair like magnets and as I run my fingers to the thick blonde mass, I am immediately flooded with a hundred memories of holding on to clumps of it between my legs as I writhe with pleasure. Another deep breath to slow myself down. I can feel the growing wetness as their tongue runs up my inner thigh, my pussy screaming for attention. They kiss my skin gently and sit back on their heels, obediently waiting. 

I shuffle the cards, with a grin that deepens as I select Take your clothes off. They lift the edges of their black basketball jersey, pulling it over their head in one swoop, revealing their stomach, dimpled by the muscles that flicker under the surface as they back away from my outstretched palms. “Wait for your instruction,” they smirk, peeling their trousers down their golden thighs. 

“It’s your turn,” I giggle, splaying out the small stack like the start of a magic trick. They flip round Kiss me where you most want to taste and raise their eyebrows at me. I rise up eagerly, pushing them back against the bed, pulling their legs towards me so their head has a soft place to fall. I kiss them hard on the mouth, and then drag my tongue down their angular chin to their soft, sensitive neck. I suck on the thin skin below their ears, causing them to let out a crackling moan. I survey their chest, hands running down the front of their body, caressing the gentle tension where flesh is held down by tight tape, quietly bulging against smoothness. 

When I finally reach where I most want to be, I can’t handle any more build up. “Is this ok?” I whisper, hovering, and at their longing nod I plunge my tongue straight into them. They feel like warm honey and taste like aged whisky, slightly more sour recently, still sweet and spicy.

Familiarity meets adventure, as the shapes my mouth expects have shifted, swollen. I savor the exploration, running my tongue up to their clit, enjoying the fresh width beneath my taste buds. Taking all of the soft mound into my mouth, running my lips along its length. 

I look up and their head rolls back, their breathing fast and their hands clenching in the fabric of the blanket. We both roll together and I speed up, hands taking theirs and kissing them sloppily, making out with their wetness. 

We slow together as they regain composure, sticking out their hand to reach for a card. By this point the stack has slipped and spread across the bed. I grab the nearest one. 

Touch me any way you want I read out, my mouth lubricated with their taste.

They grab my waist to pull me up towards their belly. My legs can barely hold me up, but their firm hands restrain my body where they want me. They use one hand to open up my lips, revealing the swollen flood beneath, and the other runs over my vibrating pussy. 

They insert one finger, then two, as the room collapses around me. We move together, cards falling everywhere as we forget about the game, and the existence of anything else apart from our bodies and this feeling. 

They look penetratingly into my eyes, as they add two more fingers… the tip of their thumb… and use some force to get past the knuckles. I suck in breath sharply—the edges of my pussy twang as it is stretched open, letting in their whole hand. As soon as they are where they want to be, they get excited, pushing and pulling quickly and my organs protest. I can barely speak in my deep subspace but I reach desperately for their free arm, tapping and manage to let out a short, squeaky “less.”

As they slow down, breathing in time with their slow strokes I relax into the feeling of being full of them. I can’t get my legs any wider as my pussy starts travelling down my thighs, trying to take in more. Tensing and convulsing around their wrist, I suck it further inside, my vagina crawling up into my throat. 

Right now, I can’t imagine ever feeling distance between us. I can feel a hundred urgent bathroom fucks and waking up in their arms on summer mornings and their hand holding mine in waiting rooms and…

The world contracts urgently, and all I can see is their green eyes, sparkling. 

Sparks are not enough to describe the sensation inside of me. A heavy, fiery tension ripples out, engulfing my whole body in a slow, rumbling quiver. I shake from deep within, trembling, and fall forward, fusing into the shape of their body. They carefully carry me down onto the velvet beside them. One arm wrapped around my tingling body, the other holding me still from inside. 

 I nuzzle into the nook of their shoulder, inhale their sweet, peppery scent and l melt entirely, tears running down my cheeks.