Hello friends, once again, for another slice of lemon! Yes, this is early. But that's because I'm traveling internationally and won't be able to publish while I'm flying high and I didn't want to break my promise of lemon all week. So consider this a double feature.
I know, I'm so dedicated. Whyyyyy. This can't be good for meeeee.
Anywho, this time, I'm doing that redo of the ribbon prompt, because I completely forgot that I was supposed to incorporate it into the last chapter.
(And to my precious anon guest, who gave me the ribbon prompt: Love ya! And nah, I don't think you deserve my word vomit, even if you found it satisfying. I want to do this just for you. ;) Teehee.)
Without further ado:
ribbon, take two
It was all really her idea from the start.
He sat naked, awkwardly, at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together, waiting for her to enter the room.
Their sex life was just fine—he didn't understand why she wanted to try this "new" thing out. It wasn't like he was getting bored with her, and he certainly hoped that she wasn't getting bored with him. There wasn't any rational need to try to incorporate something trashy into their bedroom. He was sure that the two of them were able to get off of just each other and some dirty talk just fine—
At least, this was his train of thought before the bedroom door swung open.
He had certainly seen her requip into many revealing outfits before, but never in his life would he think that he would see this.
As his eyes grew wide, tracing her figure from head to toe, and his jaw dropped an inch in awe, he slowly began to take back everything he had been thinking before she had walked into the door.
Strip teasing was definitely a very good idea.
Erza's scarlet hair was tied up into a ponytail, held back by a black ribbon, and not letting her long hair get in the way of his view of the rest of her body. She wore nothing for her top except two rather thin straps, which looped over her entire torso and back over shoulders to her back. The straps were hooked to her black panties—which was more like a thong than anything else. Her legs were wrapped in lacy black tights, crawling halfway up her thigh, held up by straps connected to a belt at her waist. She wore simple black heels—at least five inches high, and she despite how thin the heels were, she stood sexy and confident, leaning against the doorframe.
And he couldn't possibly fathom how the fact that she was wearing clothes albeit minimal turned him on more than if she wasn't wearing the clothes at all—
She took one of the straps pressed against her tits and snapped it back against her skin.
Jellal gulped hard, watching her the elastic band slap her breast back into place, bouncing back and forth so much that he couldn't tear his eyes away from it, half waiting for her nipple to pop out of the strap.
It didn't, and when he realized it wouldn't after a full five seconds of staring, he hesitantly rose his eyes to face her, seeing a sly smirk stretching across her lips.
"I told you that you'd like it," she purred, stepping towards him slowly.
He watched her thigh muscles flex underneath her black tights, and he stared shameless, mesmerized by the lace and the straps. He was never more of a leg person than within that moment, seeing her shapely calves and heeled feet softly pad their way closer and closer to him.
And then suddenly she was right in front of him.
He slowly rose his hands to her waist, but she slapped his hands away and shook a finger at him.
"No touching, Jellal," she scolded.
He felt his hands drop back down to the mattress and he clasped the fabric of the sheets tightly.
"So you like it, huh?" Erza asked him, softly, lifting his chin up to face her.
She towered over him in her heels, and he was completely under her control.
"Yeah…" he admitted, turning his head to kiss her hand.
She didn't let his lips touch her, withdrawing her hand back to herself and smiling mischievously at him.
"Just sit back and enjoy, okay?" she told him.
He nodded, not really able to do much else except follow her instruction.
Erza spun around, showing him her backside, and he held his breath—taken by seductive ridge of her back, following the line from her neck, between her shoulder blades, down her waist, between the two dimples that came just before her butt cheeks, before falling into the black pant line of her costume.
He wanted to run his tongue down the entire line, and a hungry amount of saliva pooled at the tip of his tongue.
And as he thought these thoughts, he saw her bend down, pushing her ass closer to his face, letting her full bottom stretch against her tight panties. She touched her fingers to the floor, her legs completely straight and before he knew it, she squatted down before sensually stretching her legs again, a little bit wider this time, and the fabric stretched against her, a line forming at her underwear, practically outlining all the features underneath the clothing that he wanted to rip off of her oh so fucking badly.
She watched his reaction and laughed, spinning around and facing him again, her breasts right at his face.
He killed his urge to reach forward and caress her breasts as much as he possibly could, but there was absolutely no way in hell that he was going to tear his eyes away from her beautiful bosom, so round and supple, looking so soft and fuckable, warm and deserving of kisses and gentle bites.
And as if she was reading his mind—which probably wasn't that difficult; she really just had to look at where his eyes were pointing at—she shimmied her shoulders back and forth a little, letting the swaying movement carry all the way to the straps of her outfit.
"You really like these, huh?" she purred.
Jellal felt his jaw drop even more, feeling like a small child in science class learning about the pendulum and staring at the back and forth rocking motion of the physics teaching plaything.
Except he wasn't a small child.
And this was definitely not science class.
Her hands slowly traced up her smooth skin, and he could only wish and imagine that those hands sliding up her waist were his own hands going through the motions. Her fingers clutched her breasts, squeezing the mounds of flesh in her small grip and juggling them up and down. Then she pulled at the two black straps holding herself together.
He watched as she pulled on the straps, stretching them out slowly, centimeter by centimeter, to the point where he could see the darker coloring surrounding her nipple, but then released the straps, which snapped back to their original place.
Jellal watched her breasts jiggle again, musing about all the different patterns that he had seen them rock back and forth within the past several minutes.
Most definitely, he did not expect her to lift her right leg and place her heel against his chest. He looked down at her shoe, also noticing his very erect member beneath it.
He looked up at her.
"Take it off," she told him.
Hesitantly, he lifted both hands up, one hand on her shoe and the other on her well-toned calf. He gently peeled the heel off her foot and set it down onto the floor, keeping her foot raised.
Pleased with his accomplishment of the task, she stretched out her leg, tracing her toes up and down his chest a couple times before daring to lightly tap his erect member. He gasped when she bounced it, and she gave him a small smile and withdrew her foot, setting it down on the mattress to the side of him.
This gave him a clear view of her inner thigh, as well as a peek at the outline of her panties between her legs and center. He took a deep breath in and out, resisting the temptation to draw a finger along her lush inner thigh.
She maneuvered gracefully somehow, her side now facing him. She propped her other heel up onto the mattress, between his split legs, motioning for him to take the heel of this foot as well. He did just that and suddenly she was standing between his knees against the edge of the bed, her ass just inches away from his twitching member.
He groaned, long and low—one that normally would only be elicited if she was actually touching him, but he had to admit that the strip teasing was taking him a lot farther than he expected to. He wouldn't have been surprised if at some point he just came all over her while she was still in the middle of stripping.
Then he reminded himself that she was going to strip completely naked, and the sudden memory of the fact that she wasn't even halfway naked from where she had started stirred him to the point where his hips just pulsed on their own.
His tip accidentally poked at the skin on her back and she whipped up.
"Shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he gasped.
He hoped to whatever deity that was up there that she was not going to punish him for that.
"Hmph," and she cleared her throat.
Jellal stared at her, scared to death that she was going to torture him with more teasing that he could barely handle without jumping on top of her and stripping her himself, but he slowly exhaled when she reached up to her belt and then unbuckled it.
With the click, he was half-expecting her entire costume to fall apart, but she held the two unfastened pieces of her belt together, pausing.
"Erza…" he whispered hoarsely, his throat dry.
Damn, he was thirsty. In many ways.
She released the fastens from her hands and they snapped back, and the ends of straps connecting the belt to her stockings fell to the floor.
The metal clanged to the floor, but he could not look down, because her hands were at the edge of her stockings. She slowly rolled one of them down, exposing more and more of her thigh, past her knees, down her calves, and then finally the whole damn thing off her foot.
She threw the stocking into his lap, and the fabric hung from his erection.
He didn't care. He was so in love with the fact that her leg were finally free for him to stare at.
And she reached down to roll down the stocking for the other leg, but she stopped halfway and smiled coyly at him, then gently put her feet down on his thigh, letting him do the rest.
Jellal didn't waste time. He lifted his hands, fingers clamoring over the stockings—so tight around her legs. He gave up eventually pulled at the stocking until her foot became free.
He looked at her up and down, whole picture, again.
Erza looked fucking amazing.
She turned around and sat back down between his legs, teasing his member with the short distance to her skin again. He quickly threw off the stockings from his lap, taking advantage of the full canvas of her sculpted back with his greedy eyes.
And then, good god, she was doing it—she reached a hand up to the strap of her right shoulder and then pulled it off. He watched the strap fall carelessly off her shoulder and off the length of her arm, landing onto his right thigh. She did the same to the other side before wrapping her arms in front of herself to cover her breasts.
He leaned forward, testing the water of whether or not she'd let him near her. She looked at him over the back of her shoulder with a side glance, but she didn't seem to mind the fact that his lips were growing closer to her shoulder blades. He breathed over her skin, seeing light hair stand straight up and hovered his mouth over the emanating heat from her body before he kissed her.
He looked up sharply, wondering if she was going to be angry at him for touching her, but she didn't move an inch, so he kissed her again, this time lower on her back. And then he kissed her one more time and eventually he just took her entire waist in his two hands and pulled her closer to him, biting the back of her neck.
"Are you done?" he whispered into her ear, and he felt her shudder at the sound of his husky voice.
"No," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.
She stood up, her ass facing him, and then proceeded to pull her panties down. He licked his lips as her underwear peeled off, and he swooned when seeing that she had made herself wet during the whole strip tease process. She bent down, lower and lower until her hands and clothes reached the floor—and he marveled at the sight of her completely naked backside.
Erza stepped backwards into his lap, sitting again between his legs, her backside pressed up against his erection. She looked behind her at him.
"I'm done now," she told him.
He smiled—so fucking ready to just slam her—but then he noticed the black ribbon in her hair.
"No, you're not," he retorted. "You still have one more thing on you."
She looked back at him, confused, but when he reached up to the ribbon at her head, she flushed a light pink.
"Oh," she giggled, and let him untie her hair.
He watched the fiery hot mess tumble down her back and relished the rich color of it for a moment before taking the ribbon and looping it over her neck.
"What—"
But before she could finish her question, he brought the middle of the ribbon up to her eyes and then tied it at the back of her head. She gasped, but didn't tell him to stop.
"My turn to tease you," he growled, his hands running up her waist and cupping her breasts from behind her. He kissed her on the neck while his thumbs and fingers toyed with her nipples.
Her head tilted back, pink lips wide open and panting.
"…fuck," she cursed under her breath.
Jellal smiled, nuzzling her nose before standing them both up.
Blinded by the ribbon, she could only follow his lead, and he spun her around to face the bed before coaxing her to lay on the mattress stomach down.
He could tell she was very unsure about what he was going to do—something that he was very excited about. He knelt down onto the mattress by her, pressing a series of kisses down her back and stopping at the arch before the curve of her bottom.
Jellal then lifted two hands to her shoulders and began to massage her shoulders.
The treatment was something she didn't expect at all, and she moaned at the feel of his strong hands pressing at the knots of muscle in her back. He tenderly stroked between her shoulder blades with his thumbs, on either side of her spine. Slowly he moved his palms further down, circling the pressure at her midback.
Periodically he kissed the already massaged parts of her back and lightly nipped at the skin with his teeth.
Her breathing became noisy, and she groaned and moaned with every massaging stroke that he gave her.
"Mmm, Jellal," she thanked him as his hands reached her lower back.
He made sure to work extra hard on releasing the tension of those muscles.
Done with her back, he opted to move onto her legs—a part of her that he had never once tried to massage—but hey, there was always a first time, and he started from her calves and squeezed them gently between his fingers and palms as he worked his way up her legs, eventually reaching her buttocks again.
Hearing her occasional whimpers, he knew he was doing something right.
He pressed his lips to her ass, kissing one of the supple cheeks and coming close enough to her center to smell the strong scent of her arousal.
Jellal looked back to her face, checking that she wasn't peeking from underneath the ribbon, before he ran a single finger up and down her wet center.
He heard her immediately suck a breath in, giving her a light moan. Her hips lifted a little before falling back down. He let his finger circle around, teasing her clit, before he tentatively stuck one finger into her warm tight entrance.
"Ah," she gasped, reacting positively to his penetration. Her legs spread a little and her back arched, hips gyrating in rhythm of his fingering. "Oh…Jellal…" she breathed. "Yes…fuck…"
He pushed in and out of her a couple more times, all the meantime, pressing her kisses on her back, before eventually returning his hand to himself.
"Oh," she whimpered, feeling the immediate loss of his teasing. "Please…"
"Turn around," he told her.
Hesitantly, she picked herself up and then turned her body over. He took a moment to marvel at her naked body before slowly pushing her back down onto the bed. She pressed her feet onto the mattress, knees up and spreading her legs.
"Keep going, Jellal," she begged.
He snorted loud enough for her to hear, and instead of heeding to her wish, traced his finger—glistening with her arousal—over the front of her body. He watched her squirm, lightly ticklish, and gasp at his touch, observing the goosebumps that his finger rose on her skin as he passed over it. His finger circled her breasts, before he spiraled slowly in on one of them, circling closer and closer to her nipple until his finger finally brushed over it.
She exhaled slowly, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Jellal watched her soft and practically flat nipple slowly fold onto itself as it became hard and erect. He cooed a little bit to her before holding his breath and slowly descending to the hardened nipple and flicking it quickly with his tongue.
She gasped, completely not expecting it—a cute kyah that he thoroughly enjoyed hearing.
He quickly ran his finger over her other nipple, arousing that one while he knelt down and sucked gently on the one he had at his lips. Erza was completely at his mercy, and she mewled at his tongue and finger action.
After switching his mouth to give the other nipple equal treatment, he kissed his way down to her clit, lapping at her hot center.
"Yes…" she moaned, her legs splitting wider to encourage more access to him.
He moved his hands down to her entrance, spreading her apart before sticking his tongue in as far as he could, circling his tongue along the smooth silky skin of her insides.
She rode his face, grinding her hips against him, and at some point, he moved his hands back to her hips and then pulled her closer to his face, pressing his mouth completely against her center.
"Oh…Jellal, Jellal..." she repeated, her hands coming up to her breasts and molding them under her hands.
He grunted in response to her, and after a few minutes, he had gotten her soaking wet and ready. He propped her thighs up, positioning himself above her, and then kissed her on the lips with an open mouth, letting her taste her own juices.
"Fuck me," she breathed out, in the middle of making out. "I'm so fucking ready."
It was the moment he had been waiting for since she came in through the door and he wasted no time at all in satisfying her request.
"Ugh," he moaned, hearing the lewd sound of him entering her. "You're so wet. I just slipped right in."
She smiled and bit her lip.
"Can I take this off now?" she asked him, raising her hand to the ribbon tied around her eyes.
He laughed and kissed her neck, letting her do just that. Her eyes looked up at his face, hovering over her and she gave him a wide smile before reaching up to pull his face down for a long kiss.
"Much better," she purred, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I like to see who's fucking me."
"Well then," he growled. "Wait until you see who's going to make you cum."
Yep. I'm going to leave it there. It didn't feel right to carry on, haha, so I had to leave it at a corny ending line. You can let your imagination complete the rest of this scene! I wasn't going to write it because I feel like this scene is much more about the teasing than the actual doing of anything. And hey, lemon is lemon, even if they don't finish.
Anyway, let me know what you think of ribbon take two! (I'm personally not sure if I had evoked enough out of it for y'all. A lot of it was more…descriptive than…action-y.) Anyway, let me know! I shall see you again…tomorrow!
thir13enth
In other notes, something that I was thinking about—and totally feel free to ignore this—was that my lemon writing is definitely not helping with the "desexualization of the female nipple" movement. Hm. I don't know how I feel about that.
