I'll Let You Set The Pace Novels & Stories

You got it. I let her come forward and just focus on my legs moving continuously. We are on a pretty clear path, one I take regularly, so I don’t have to think very hard about where my feet need to go. I can feel my lungs starting to burn with the effort of maintaining the fast pace longer than usual. I put on a burst of speed to give us some distance. I’m ready, on the count of three, jump and I will take over. Let’s hope this works. One…Two…THREE

Something that wasn’t built on fear or insecurity, but on trust. “Stefan…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t know how to let go, but I want to try. I want to be with you. I want to see where this can go.” He smiled softly, his eyes full of understanding. “We’ll go at your pace, Shania. I’m not rushing you. We’ll take it one day at a time, and we’ll figure it out together.”

I just got deeper into the friend zone. "I'll make sure to pass on the message," I say as I force a gentle smile. "Then I'll see you... when I see you." "Yeah..." I say as he walks backward. "Until next race." "Until next race."

he said, grinning widely. Mira laughed softly, her cheeks warming. “You’re quite confident, aren’t you?” He shrugged playfully. “Maybe a little. But I mean it — I’ll wait for you. I’m not rushing you into anything. Just let me make you smile again.” Mira met his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t look away. “Alright,” she said softly. “Let’s see where this goes.” Caleb’s smile softened. “That’s all I needed.”

I make him wait three full seconds because I'm a bad person. I would have done longer if I was able to wait. "Move." He presses in slow and the stretch punches the air out of me. That impossible burning fullness I've thought about every night since the office, and he keeps going, inch by inch, shaking with the effort of taking orders, until his hips are flush against me and we're both just breathing. "Pace," he grits out. "Slow." He rolls his hips slow and it drags over everything. I straighten my spine and my head drops back onto his shoulder.

"If we had to pick a place to land, this was the best one we could've picked." "Couldn't agree with you more," I stand up, thankfully not as stiff was I was even this morning. "Let's go. I wanna see my shop." ***** "Devante." I glance over at him, an annoyed breath blowing from between my lips. "Can't you go any faster? Any slower and you'll be Driving Miss Daisy. Seriously. C'mon, the speed limit is forty-five." I lean over. "And you're going thirty-five. What gives?"

I wished I could eat them all up as if I had never said them. “Oh, my beautiful love. Don’t tease if you aren’t ready to let me make you scream.” He had the most lustful look in his eye I had ever seen. “So for tonight, let's take it slow and see where things go. You need to control the pace. Just please don’t tease me.”

Play: Eastside - Khalid ft Halsey "Come with me Mal. " Ethan tried again for the third time today. "I don't know." I said, unsure for the third time today. "It'll be fun Mal, aren't you tired of being cramped up in this room every day. " He reasoned suggesting to me to go watch his race with a new racer that had just started to gain noteriety. The racer was apparently really skilled, however, no one knew the identity of the person.

Not exhausted, but aware to the point where the body starts reminding you it has limits even if your mind refuses to accept it. We rotated again. And again. The field blurred slightly after a while—from repetition, anything to be better with each round. I wiped sweat from my face during a short pause, rolling my shoulders out before stepping back into position. Zeke moved closer at some point. “You are slower on your counters,” he said. “I’m pacing myself.” “That’s not an excuse to be slow,” he countered immediately “You are thinking too much, just be calculative and act fast,” he continued. I glanced at him. “Or maybe you are thinking too little.”

His pace remained slow and deliberate, and I realized with frustration that he was right. This was more controlling than any aggressive fucking could have been. This forced me to feel every sensation, every movement, every moment of connection. I was building toward another orgasm, despite having just climaxed twice. "Please," I found myself saying. "Go faster." "No," he said simply. "You don't get to set the pace. I do." His pace remained frustratingly slow, and the tension was building unbearably. My hands gripped the sheets, my body arching toward him, desperate for more intensity.