On the Brink

One

He entered the house, closing the door behind him quietly. It had been another long work day at the restaurant, meaning that by the time he returned home it was well past midnight.

This year was going to be significantly harder since accepting the sous-chef position at one one of the top restaurants in the city and arguably the world. He found himself having to work twice as hard to keep up with all the newfound responsibilities. He had also started going to work earlier and coming back home much later, which meant that he hardly got to see her these days. The rare day off was spent just catching up on sleep these days.

He fumbled in the dark, walking up the stairs using the light from his phone as a guide until he reached the bedroom door. He paused for a moment, his hand on the doorknob.

In the midst of all of this, he knew he was neglecting one very important part of his life: her. And she had not been shy in showing her displeasure with him. Hot tempered as she was in the best of times, the last few months had taken a toll on their relationship as he was constantly trying to catch up on his coursework and unable to spend enough quality time with her.

It didn’t help that her daily routine was very different from his. Having a successful writing career as well as the security of a hefty inheritance meant her days were much less hectic than his, unless she was busy with promotional events. Given that she was working on her next book now, her days were fairly quiet. Which meant she had more time to herself — meaning more time to get mad at him.

He felt extremely guilty about it all, but his work commitments were overwhelming him, and he didn’t know what the solution should be. In the grand scheme of life, their relationship was still new, and they were still learning new things about each other everyday, still trying to work out how to be good partners to each other.

Taking in a deep breath, he quietly turned the knob and entered the room.

He was taken aback by the sight he was welcomed with. The room was dark save for a few candles scattered on the dressing table and bedside table, their flames flickering due to the light breeze wafting through the open window.

“You’re home,” she said, her naturally low husky voice reverberating through the darkness. He turned to see her sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he said, putting his backpack down. “I had to finish and submit my assignment tonight, since I have work tomorrow.”

She said nothing, tilting her head, examining him.

Her calm demeanour worried him. He expected a frown and angry words, not the stillness of her expression.

But looking closely, he realised this look on her face was familiar, her dark eyes boring into him, molten lava. It was the look she had when she was holding herself back, waiting to see what his next move would be. It always flustered him. He never knew what to expect when she looked at him like this.

A predatory gaze, before she snapped her jaws and ate him alive.

His heartbeat kicked up. He must be the most foolish prey on the planet: he was drawn to her gaze like a magnet, inching closer to her as the seconds ticked by.

But why run away, when it always felt so good to be devoured?

He sat down on the edge of her side of the bed, giving her a quick peck on the lips. She didn’t move. As he eased back, his gaze trailed down her body.

She was wearing a midnight blue silk slip, with black flowers embroidered on the deep neckline that only stopped once it was more than halfway down her ribcage, the undersides of her breasts peeking through. Two thin, stringy straps kept the garment hanging leisurely over her body. They were so delicate they might snap if he put his teeth to them. He badly wanted to try. Her hard nipples jutted out through the delicate silk, almost as if she could read his mind.

He was confident this slip was new, because he would definitely remember if he saw it before.

A small, rational part of him wondered why she was wearing this delectable garment and why there were candles lit, given that she had been angry at him for a while now. But the bigger, desperate part of him that was starving for her touch didn’t care to investigate. It had been more than a week that he hadn’t made love to her, his late nights and their subsequent arguments always ruining the mood.

He finally completed his perusal of her breasts and slid his gaze back up to her face, a question in his eyes.

She slowly raised the quilt and set it aside, revealing the rest of the slip, which was not much at all. It stopped less than halfway down her thighs, leaving the rest of her smooth skin exposed. He watched, breathlessly, as she spread her thighs.

“Eat me,” she said. It was all the invitation he needed.

Without a word, and with his eyes locked on hers, he got into bed, positioning himself between her legs. He finally broke eye contact to look down at the feast before him.

Was he the predator now?

He started his journey of kisses from one of the softest places on her body, the inside of her thigh, and made his way up. He took a deep breath in, the jasmine scent of her soap making way for an even more intoxicating scent, the scent of her.

He had no patience tonight to spend a long time trailing kisses along her thighs. That would have to wait. He grabbed her hips and delved into her.

She screamed into the night as he showed her no mercy, his tongue lapping up and down, devouring her softness as his ministrations caused her wetness to mix with his. Unable to resist, he trailed one hand up her torso to grab her breast, stroking her nipple through the silk. She followed suit, grabbing her other breast and copying his movements as he watched from his vantage point, never ceasing his licking.

He swirled around her clit, heady with the scent of her surrounding him. She grabbed his hair and pushed him into her, making him chuckle. As if he would go anywhere.

She whimpered, and then suddenly quietened, and he knew she was focusing in on the sensations because she was close to coming. He stayed with her, interchanging between long, delicious licks and tight swirls at her clit, until her hips jerked off the bed and she erupted around his mouth.

“More,” she commanded before he could move, her legs twining around his broad shoulders, locking him in place. 

He ground his cock against the bed as he ate her up again, desperate for her touch. She thrust her hips in time with the motions of his mouth. He could hardly breathe through the tight latch of her legs but he revelled in her neediness, the way she called his name and said "please, baby, please." Her juices trailed down his chin, her centre so slippery that he was happily drowning in her, until once again he felt her release build up inside her and then finally, finally gush out. 

"Mmmm," he heard himself hum, as he lapped it all up.

He came up for air, her limp legs allowing him to ease up her body. He was now level with her beautiful face, her cheeks red from her waves of pleasure. Her eyes slowly opened. 

He reached for his belt buckle, his straining erection needing escape. But she grabbed his wrist and smirked, placing his hand on her dripping pussy.

“Again,” she said, rubbing herself with his immobile fingers until he acquiesced and inserted a long finger into her. She grabbed him by the hair again and brought him down to her chest. He was very happy with this outcome, her heaving breasts under this silky piece of nothing had been driving him wild. 

He sucked her nipple through the silk, his saliva gathering on the fabric and barely making its way through onto her skin. She moved against him, clearly wanting the fabric out of the way. He smiled against the slip, not giving in, and it was finally she who yanked her slip down and jutted her breast into his waiting mouth.

One hand on her pussy and the other playing with her tits, he sucked and kissed her neck until she fidgeted saying it tickled, and then finally captured her mouth in a hungry, heated kiss. Her arms went around his neck and her legs went around his waist, and he collapsed into her body, hissing at the contact of their groins. Despite this, his fingers didn’t stop playing with her folds. He knew her enough to know he would be a dead man if he stopped when she was like this.

Her hands in his hair tightened as she moved against him, her moans echoing in the large room, accompanied by the smacking sounds of his hand against her wetness. He was going insane in the prison of his clothes, yearning to feel skin on skin.

He didn’t know how much longer he could wait. He decided to expedite this. He curled his finger and doubled up his concentration, focusing on every hitch of her breath until he got the rhythm right, his mouth back at her nipple until she exploded again, this time, in the absence of his waiting mouth, drenching the sheets. 

He got off the bed before she could obstruct his movements again, making quick work of his clothes, dropping them to the floor one by one. 

She watched him undress with her drowsy gaze, spending some extra time looking at his erection. Despite his hurry he couldn’t help taking some time to admire the sight she presented, her legs still spread wide, her slip hitched and curled up around her waist, her breasts sticking out, the thin straps trailing down her arm but still somehow intact.

He bent down to open the bedside table drawer for a condom, but she extended her hand and placed it on the drawer, blocking his access.

“You don’t need it,” she said. “Come to bed.”

He furrowed his brows, confused but still getting into bed as she asked. She made space for him by scooting and he extended his arm so she could rest her head on top of it. In this position, they lay facing each other. He hissed at the feel of his hard cock brushing her thighs. 

Did she plan on giving him a blowjob? As much as he loved her mouth on him, he was dying to fuck her tonight, she was so wet and ready for him, he needed to ram his cock inside her until her walls contracted around him and stars exploded behind his eyes, he had been so stressed out recently and it had been too long —

She turned in his arms until they were in the spooning position, rubbing her ass against his cock. He grabbed her breast and ground back, moaning, so close to yet so far from her wet, hot centre, the pleasure too much but at the same time nowhere near enough. Suddenly, she stopped.

“Good night,” she whispered, her hand moving on top of his so that it stayed on her breast. He squeezed involuntarily. 

“W-what?” he stammered, nonplussed.

“I said, good night. I’m going to sleep.”

“You’re going to sleep? What the fuck? Are you just going to leave me like this?” he couldn’t help but whine, not caring how needy he sounded.

“Oh, yes, most definitely,” she purred, grinding her ass against his cock again for emphasis. “I have plans for you.”

True to her word, she dozed off soon after. He lay there, astonished, his hand locked in place by hers on her breast, his cock throbbing against her silk-covered body, the pre-cum leaking out probably staining the expensive silk. He was too agitated to care. She was always teasing him, saying and doing provocative things just to get a reaction out of him, but she had never taken it this far before.

That rational part of him piped up again, telling him 'I told you so.' He should have known there would be a catch to her actions tonight. That piercing gaze of hers had been enough of a warning. He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to him at some point deep into the night. He wondered what game she was playing at.

Despite the state she left him in, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to finding out.

Two

He woke up in tandem with the faintest brush of sunrise, as the birds outside only started their song and the black-blue of the night sky lightened and made way for a new day.

Although, ‘waking up’ was an exaggeration. He would be lying if he said he had gotten much sleep at all. He had just been opening and closing his eyes all night, extremely aroused, waiting for the darkness to ease a little and the sun to barely rise, before he pounced.

Meanwhile, the woman in his arms had slept extremely soundly, no doubt thanks to all the orgasms he had given her last night. Not anymore, though. It was time he woke her up...