Final Fantasy by Pauciloquent

BDSM adult stories – Final Fantasy by Pauciloquent,

Final Fantasy

Bzzt, bzzt.

It was a weird request, but as I read the message I knew exactly what she wanted. My fingers hovered over the keyboard again, my heart still racing, before I finally took the plunge and began typing:

Every night when I close my eyes, I see your beautiful face and all I can think about is holding you close. It’s like a burning fire that consumes me, this ache in my chest that can only be extinguished by your touch. Every moment apart from you feels like an eternity, and all I want is to be with you, to feel your soft skin against mine, to hear your sweet voice whispering in my ear. You have captured my heart in a way that I never thought possible, and I am counting down the days until I can hold you in my arms once again. I miss you more than words can express, my love.

I pressed send before I could second guess myself, my heart now pounding with nervous energy as I awaited her response. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I knew that I had poured my heart out in that message, and I hoped that she would appreciate it. After a few tense moments, the phone vibrated again, the screen illuminating with Ava’s reply:

You always know the perfect thing to say. I can’t wait to be in your arms again too, baby. I miss you more than words can express.

Can I see you soon?

All ambiguity went out the window after her follow-up question eliminated any lingering doubts, and suddenly we were back on as if we had never been turned off. Memories from our shared past sprang up and flickered before my eyes in the darkness, taking me back to a short-lived but much cherished time. Things hadn’t worked out the way we wanted then, but perhaps things could be different now–couldn’t they? There was only one way to find out. I tapped the screen a few times until the call was placed, then put the phone next to my ear, eager to find out how far this new journey would take us.

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Bzzt, bzzt.

The low-pitched vibration was muffled and drowned out amidst the dull roar of the diner, the establishment full of life even at this late hour. Another report from the same frequency cut through the crowd, this time causing Ava to stir in her seat, her food going uneaten as she squirmed under the pressure. We were up to our usual shenanigans as if we hadn’t missed a beat during our time apart, engaged in our customary game of cat and mouse which saw her feign displeasure from abuse even though she and I both relished it tremendously. I eventually relented and tapped the screen on my phone a few times until the vibrating ceased, its nearly imperceptible volume vanishing behind the sea of white noise that surrounded us. She heaved a well-earned sigh of relief but grinned nonetheless, turning her large brown eyes on me.

We studied each other silently for what could have been minutes for all we knew, but in reality was maybe a fleeting moment or two, her cute grin holding me hostage despite the torture I was subjecting her to only seconds before. Her hair had grown out, now hanging mid torso and exquisitely colored, a deep black that shifted stunningly into a dark crimson near the ends. Despite the brilliance of her hair it was hard to tear myself away from her captivating eyes, spheres of chocolate that peered into and through me, which were adorned by a pair of natural lashes that were the envy of any woman unfortunate enough to be taunted by them. She was quite simply beautiful, and somehow her sleep attire added to the equation, the tank top and pajama pants framing her blessed, curvaceous body wonderfully.

“It’s been quite a while,” I mused aloud, seated opposite Ava, who eyed me curiously as she attempted to nibble on a fry.

The words lingered in the air between us, our bodies separated by only a couple feet of tabletop and a growing anxious tension that gnawed at the edges of our collective psyche.

“Did you miss me Taylor?” she asked coyly before popping another fry into her mouth, a makeshift wink working its way into her features as she chewed.

“Is that even a question?”

“A girl just has to be sure, you never know.”

“I suppose that’s fair, but you know how I feel.”

“Do I? How do you feel right now?” she shot back, reclining coolly into her portion of the booth, arms folded across her chest.

My fingers responded immediately, dancing across the screen to reignite her engine, a familiar hum joining the cacophony of noise that blanketed the restaurant. The noise was stifled by the leather beneath her bottom but I could make it out even better by the change of emotions in her face, the shock and surprise driving a deep grit into her teeth as her hands clasped the edge of the tabletop. She held herself up as her body took on a slight tremble, experiencing tremors akin to wake turbulence that twisted through her body from thigh to the crown of her head and then back again.

“How do you feel right now?” I returned to her calmly, my fingers coiled, ready to up the ante.

“That’s not fair,” she breathed hotly, physically perturbed but holding my gaze admirably.

“Maybe not, but it sure is fun, isn’t it?”

Before she could answer, the server arrived at our booth to check in on us, a large pitcher of water in her hand. She was a very pleasant middle-aged woman who was more than happy to refill our glasses, starting with mine, which I thanked her for. As she turned and reached for Ava’s glass, my companion could only watch in horror as I tapped the screen, punching the motor into the red; the response was swift, driving a soft but noticeable moan from her throat. Our server was frozen in place, glass in one hand and pitcher in the other, fixing her quizzical stare on the woman who was very clearly shaking in her seat.

“Are you alright honey?” she asked Ava, genuine concern in her voice.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Ava managed to choke out through her fingers, hand clasped loosely over her mouth.

I couldn’t help but smirk from my position, my index finger poised, teasing Ava with another button press that never came; if her ears were extra vigilant tonight then perhaps the waitress could make out the low squeal emanating from beneath the booth, but if she had discerned it there was no evidence of it on her face. The server fell silent, nodded and refilled the glass before hustling away to another table.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I teased, powering the device down once more, relishing the physical responses Ava’s body betrayed as her shoulders slackened and her breathing began to normalize thanks to my mercy.

“Not at all,” she replied, a wide smile on her face as she leaned forward with apparent interest, nibbling upon her lip now instead of the cold, forgotten fries.

“That’s a shame because I’m having a great time.”

“Just like old times, right?”

“Feeling nostalgic?” I quipped.

“Feeling…,” she said before pausing, pressing a delicate foot into my groin beneath the cover of the table, confirming her suspicions which widened the mischievous grin dominating her soft lips, “inspired,” she finished ominously, her foot curling around my throbbing erection.

I stifled a groan as she rubbed my desire through my pants, growing stiffer by the second, my body giving to her what her body gave to me. She coaxed such a degree of rigidity from me that it quickly grew painful, the tent in my pants ascending to such a height it was a miracle it hadn’t knocked the tabletop off its axis. We locked eyes again, and there behind those soft features and hues of melted cocoa lurked a malevolent lust, an energy that no doubt emanated through my own eyes unto her. In that moment, we felt akin to long lost puzzle pieces fitting together for the first time in a long time.

Without warning I stood from my side of the booth and relocated myself next to Ava, sliding in close to her with an arm going across her shoulders. Her body was soft to the touch, skin flushed and superheated, her arousal clinging noticeably to the air before her. I ducked my head into the crevice between her jaw and collarbone, as if leaning in for a kiss or to perhaps pass on a secret, but I did neither. My free hand found her thigh and gripped it tightly, prying the leg apart from its sibling, forcing them into long distance relatives as her body opened up to me.

“You’re going to come for me in this booth,” I said with my mouth not even an inch from her ear, the baritone of my voice in such close proximity it caused a second skin comprised entirely of goosebumps to erupt across her body from the neck down.

“And if I say no?” she challenged, defiant even when her legs and voice quivered beneath my presence.

I felt for the phone that lay atop the table, but before I could retrieve it Ava placed her hand on top of mine, locking it in place. She chuckled ever so slightly, clearly delighting in the cat and mouse approach, but I was far from finished. I cut short her victory lap with a well-placed bite, sinking a pair of incisors into the sensitive flesh of her neck, a feral growl escaping me. Her body almost collapsed in on itself, and her hand fell away from mine, allowing me access to my device once more. Two taps and the buzzing returned, the leather seat trembling beneath the two of us, the powerful vibrations shuffling through a myriad of different patterns.

We hadn’t drawn any attention to ourselves, but I straightened up anyway, reclining in the booth next to my date who was quietly crumbling beside me. Her body was wracked with the familiar tremors from earlier, but they were even more unrelenting in their assault upon her groin, the noise generated from beneath our table the loudest it had been all night. If left unchecked, perhaps our neighbors at the next table over would take notice of the alien sound, but judging from the volume of their lively conversation it was unlikely.

“Touch yourself Ava,” I rasped, my fingers digging deeper into her thigh which I held hostage, the extremity a prisoner of war locked behind my unscrupulous hand.

She feigned stoicism for all but a few brief moments, head held high with her eyes placed on the far wall of the diner, until grudgingly doing as she was instructed, surreptitiously relocating one of her hands beneath the table. I watched that same hand disappear beyond the waistband of her pajama pants, and within a few seconds it appeared she had breached her panties as well, if the sudden sharp inhale and soft whimpering were any indication. What had initially begun as a slight nibble devolved into manic chomping off her bottom lip, the only physical tether she had to keep from letting loose the wanton moans that were surely parked amongst her taste buds.