Sweet, Sexy Erotica
"What's Not to Come," a Vanilla short story by Annabeth Leong
Emily could now see that she’d learned about sex the wrong way, racing to come against the ticking clock of a teenaged boy’s penis, not to mention the possible arrival and intrusion of parents. Trying to angle her cunt so that he’d rub against her clit despite himself, she’d learned to tear through the images of her private fantasies as fast as she could, all so that he’d have a chance to fumble into giving her the same sensation she could give herself with her fingers at any time. Why did she still have sex this way as an adult, with her husband, in their own bed?
Emily tried to imagine the alternatives in odd moments while driving to work, between fielding client calls, at the grocery store, or while drifting off to sleep. She’d been with Alan a long time. Her only other examples were of movie star sex and porn star sex, and neither one was what she was looking for.
“What’s wrong?” Alan asked one night. They’d been to see a movie and had come home holding hands, giggling together, wanting each other. Emily had floated into the bedroom on the cloud of their happiness, but once her clothes had started coming off, her mind had started spinning around her dilemma. She wanted to do something differently, but didn’t know what, and while she thought about it, she allowed her body to go through the familiar motions with him.
She was wet enough to take him, though not terribly wet, and she’d expected Alan not to notice her distraction. She smiled and kissed him reassuringly, too embarrassed to try to put her thoughts into words. She wanted him to just keep going, not to worry about her until she knew what to ask for.
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“Em,” he said with concern, his hands now still against her sides, “are you all right?”
He shifted and turned on the light. The two of them were half under the covers, Emily wearing only her panties and Alan shirtless. She blinked in the sudden illumination, noticing the birthmark on his stomach with a strange shock of recognition. “It’s been a long time since I saw you naked,” she said.
Alan frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, we always have the lights off,” she said. Then, because he seemed to be listening, she added, “We always seem to be sort of in a rush, but I don’t think we have to be.” She grinned at him, trying to soften any accidental blow to his ego. “We’re grownups now. This is our house. We’re married. We’re allowed to have sex, no matter who you ask.”
“Is this what you were thinking about just now?” Alan stroked her hair, still looking serious.
Emily nodded, hoping she hadn’t hurt his feelings. Alan looked back at her for a long time, and the touch of his eyes turned her on more than his fingers had a few minutes before. She tried to really see him in return, noticing how his blue eyes seemed wider now that he had his glasses off, and that his chest had filled out a lot in the time they’d been together, becoming solidly a man’s. She wondered if he saw similar changes in her breasts or her hips, and the idea of her own womanliness uncurled a finger of sensuality in her belly that made Emily feel bold.
She smiled at him, and when he matched the expression, she felt that he knew her, at this moment, better than he ever had. “Is there something that you’ve been wanting to try?” Alan asked, his voice now tight with an arousal that fired her own.
“I want to try not to come,” Emily said, surprised at how clearly and easily the thought now came to her.
“I don’t understand,” Alan said. “That doesn’t sound like it would be very much fun for you.”
She felt the moment of closeness passing, and she spoke quickly to grab him back to her. “I mean, I want us both to try not to come. I don’t want to have to work to come, I don’t even want to participate in coming. I only want to come if I can’t stand not to. I want to see if it’s something my body can just do when I’m not trying.”
Her cheeks felt hot. While talking, she’d dropped her gaze, and now she stared at a wrinkle of bed sheet, squeezing it between her first two fingers.
Alan caught the bottom of her chin and lifted it until she met his eyes. He wore a lazy, sensual smile that she’d never seen on him before. “If you keep talking like that,” he said, “we may guarantee that my body will just come even when I’m not trying.”
She felt a rush of gratitude that he didn’t think her idea was strange or find a way to turn what she was saying into some kind of insult. “Well, you should try not to come even if you like what I’m saying. We’ve got plenty of time to come as much as we want.”
Alan groaned and kissed her, his tongue plunging deep and hard into her mouth. Emily took a sharp breath at the shock of his desire and let her mouth open to his, concentrating on the sensations as he stroked the inside of her mouth, paying attention to the way he gripped the back of her head with one hand. “I don’t know if you have any idea how it sounds when you talk that way,” he said when he broke the kiss.
“You mean, about coming?”
“About sex at all,” Alan said. He rolled on top of her, letting her feel his weight, which she’d always liked. She could feel how hard he was through his pants, and her legs parted automatically. He put one hand down to her pussy and made a sound deep in the back of his throat. “I’ve never felt you this wet before.”
Emily rocked her hips in reply. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who had been thinking things could be different. Alan kissed her again, but then just looked down at her, waiting for something. She moved uneasily. “What do you want to do now?” she asked.
“I think you should tell me.” He dropped his head down to touch his forehead against hers. “I love what you’re describing,” he said, “but I don’t think I know how to force you to come against your will. I’m going to need some instructions from you, or you’re going to have to take the reins.”
The humility in his voice sent a shot of alarm through her. “Alan, I didn’t mean that you’re not –“
“Honey, I want you to tell me what feels good to you so that I can learn how to do it.”
Emily stroked his face in reply, realizing that she wanted to apologize. All this time, she’d thought he was fumbling around without concern for her pleasure, but that wasn’t the man in bed with her at all. She knew all too well how hard it had been to share her own thoughts about sex with him. There might be a lot of things he’d never been able to tell her or ask her.
“I just sort of want to figure things out,” Emily said, feeling frustrated. The power and arousal she’d been feeling were flooding out of her fast, though her heart was pounding.
Alan rolled off her and onto his side, taking her hand. “Do you ever touch yourself?” He trailed her fingers along her stomach, guiding them toward her pussy.
She owed him honesty here, after how thoughtful he was being about everything tonight. Emily forced herself to look him in the eye and nod her head.
“Why don’t you show me how you do it?” He pressed her fingers down against herself, and she was also startled by how slick she was, wet enough to have soaked her pubic hair. She swallowed and closed her eyes, beginning to circle her fingers over her pussy, just feeling herself and rubbing her fingers through all her slippery folds. She usually had to work up to touching her clit directly, finding it too sensitive at first. Now it was erect enough to be pressing already out of its protective hood. She ran one fingernail over it as a test, gasping at the silky sensation as the edge skimmed through her clit’s thick wetness.
“Don’t forget to try not to come,” Alan said, kissing her neck, and the sudden reminder of his presence and what she was doing in front of him threatened to do her in right there. Emily forced herself to hold her hand still.
“Give me back your hand,” she said, opening her eyes and smiling at him. She’d always imagined that the bedroom light would make sex feel harsh and exposed, but seeing his expressions clearly was actually making her more comfortable with him. He gave it to her, and she began to touch herself with his fingers, guiding them to explore every fold, to go lightly around her entrance, to tease at her clit. A moment later, his hand was moving on its own, just feeling her, and she was kissing him urgently and bucking up against his palm. Emily felt her body beginning to tense and she shot her hand down to grip his wrist. He went still right away.
Alan was grinning when she released his mouth and opened her eyes again. “That doesn’t seem too hard,” he said. “It seems like your body wants to come.” Emily’s thighs tightened around his hand in reply.
“OK.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve got something that might be more of a challenge.”
“What’s that?”
She turned their bodies so that she was on top, a position they used only rarely. Normally, Emily felt self-conscious about being in the lead that way, and when he started moving under her, she found it impossible to match his rhythm. “I want you to hold still as much as you can,” she said. “Remember, we’re both trying not to come here.”
“Even holding still, I’m not sure if I can stop myself.”
“Do your best,” Emily said, spreading her legs and sinking onto his cock. She was so wet that she didn’t even need to use her hand to guide him in. Alan’s hands gripped her hips like claws and he let out a cry that was almost a scream. She felt him twitching inside her as he fought to retain control. At this point, Emily’s own instincts were telling her to slam herself up and down fast and hard, but she knew that would mean the end of this experiment. She waited, pussy tightening at the sight of Alan’s panting face.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” she said.
“Are you kidding me? Wait. Hold on.” Alan half-laughed as he reached up to cup her cheek. “I need to think of something really unpleasant for a minute.” He closed his eyes and Emily waited, paying attention to how it felt to have his body inside hers. She didn’t think she’d ever really felt just the shape of him before. Even as wet as she was, she could feel how her body had to stretch to accommodate him, a sensation that kicked up an aching pleasure that nothing but sex had ever made her feel.
“OK,” Alan said, his breathing a little more even.
“Are you sure?”
“Depends on what you’re about to do. But I’m as sure as I’m going to get.”
Emily took a breath and pulled herself slowly off his cock, moaning as she felt the way her pussy lips slipped around the head. She lowered herself just as slowly, shifting her body in different angles as she pushed down on him, discovering that it felt good when she moved so he pressed at an angle against her inner walls.
Just a little bit of pushing against her clit and she would come for sure, but Emily resisted the urge. She’d promised not to do anything to encourage it to happen. She kept moving slowly, playing with the way he felt inside her and avoiding touching him with her clit as much as possible.
She had to slow herself down more and more just to stay in control, resting after each stroke and waiting for him to stop twitching and for her cunt to stop clenching. She wouldn’t have been surprised to find bruises on her hips where his fingers dug into her. Alan’s head was thrown back, eyes clenched shut, resisting his own orgasm with an effort that made a ripple shoot through her pussy and all the way up her spine.
She sat fully on his hips, savoring how hard and hot he felt inside her. Carefully, she squeezed the muscles in her cunt as if trying to suck him deeper into her. Alan let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips up. Emily’s weight shifted forward and onto her clit. The jolt of pleasure she felt as she pressed against his pubic bone made it impossible for her to resist the complementary motion, pushing at his cock with her inner muscles as if trying to force it out of her, and feeling his hardness all the more deeply as a result.
“I’m sorry, Em,” Alan gasped. “I can’t hold still anymore.” Almost convulsively, he pulled her hips away from his body and thrust up into her, burying himself with a growl. Her whole cunt seemed to reverberate around him, and Emily collapsed onto his chest. She let him control her hips, screaming out her moans as he pounded into her sensitized body.
More than anything, it was the strength of his desire that was turning her on, the desperation in the way he clutched at her. Her body responded with movements she could no longer control or think about, and in just a few thrusts more, she felt the orgasm that she had been wondering about, like nothing that she could give herself. It seemed to well up from deep inside her cunt, spasming fiercely around his cock, making its way out to her clit only as a finishing touch, driving her all the while to open to him, to let him in deeper than she thought he could reach.
“Oh God, Em,” Alan cried beneath her, and she agreed with him, also calling out an unintelligible string of appeals to God, Jesus, and whatever else. Their wild movements stilled, and they lay throbbing together, holding each other.
“Thank you,” Emily whispered, feeling shaken at the force of what had just happened between them.
Alan was breathless. “Did you end up having an orgasm? I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t help myself anymore. You were so hot.”
Emily lifted herself onto her elbows, leaning her weight on his chest. “Neither could I,” she said, trying to make her voice low and sexy. “You pulled that right out of me.”
“I’m glad.” He pulled her down into a slow kiss. “I think a lot’s about to change in this bedroom. There’s no telling what’s to come.”
“There’s no telling what’s not to come,” Emily corrected, settling into the warm glow between their bodies.
Originally published March, 2010
