I'll Let You Set The Pace Novels & Stories

When we were newlyweds and our relationship was relatively cordial, he once told me to never rush in negotiations and always control the pace. He said I should walk slowly to let others hear the sound of my heels hitting the ground. It was a form of torment that would gradually drive them mad.

I told him “I knew you would too” he smiled We signed in and got our numbers, pinning them onto our shirts while standing near the starting line. The crowd buzzed around us, music playing somewhere nearby, people stretching, laughing, breathing in nerves. The horn hadn’t blown yet but I could already feel my heart picking up speed, like it knew what was coming. “You don’t have to go full speed,” Jeremy said. “Pace yourself.” “I need that speed” I said quietly “You would get tired fast, we have school tomorrow” he said

He let her arm go as she retreated back and kept it close to her chest. "You know what I like it more when you resist, after all it makes everything compelling and I relish it more." He leaned closer to her face and with his finger tip, he lifted her chin up. "I find you intoxicating. I want to gulp you down, sip by sip. And I think it's too early now as I want to ravage you step by step, breaking you cell by cell, inch by inch until the pain overwhelms your soul. Then I'll let you go, I promise." He affirmed with an amused expression playing on his face as he stretch his thin lips into a playful smile.

“I just have to beat you there? You'll give me a ten-second head start?” Jace nodded. “Yeah, ten whole seconds,” he confirmed. “Enough time for you to give me a gap.” I was confident. I smirked. “You might be underestimating me here, Jace.” I jumped at the tip of my toes, shaking my hands and getting ready for the race. Ten seconds headstart? This was going to be a walk in the park. “Let's see.” He said, smiling as he got down on one knee. I mirrored him until we were in position. “On your marks, get set, ready, GO!”

Suddenly the staircase became too long for him. He ran up the stairs so fast that he was panting heavily when he reached the landing in front of his room. He kicked open the door and banged it close. He laid his back on the shut door, flung his bag to one side and closed his eyes in a bid to calm his restless nerves. His heart was beating rapidly, he could hardly breathe. He stared outside through the glass panes; the sun was going down gradually, drifting into the evening. He quickly made a dash to his bed and laid on it with his school clothes still on.

“More! Gods, Jake, more.” “I set the pace,” he reminded me, his voice a rough caress. He pulled back almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, then sank back in that same torturous inch. Over. And over. A shallow, maddening rhythm that coiled the tension in my belly tighter and tighter but gave me no release.

He wasn’t coming with me and instead continues to pace. When I come back he is still pacing and I tell him through mind link that he will wear a hole in the ground if he continues. He stops in his tracks and looks at me with a raised eyebrow “Well at least you’re well enough to be sarcastic.

“And now I have to leave before I do something we’re not ready for.” I knew what he meant. The pull between us was magnetic, overwhelming. It would be so easy to let it sweep us away. But I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. “Thank you,” I said. “For respecting my pace.” “Always.” He stepped back, though his reluctance was obvious. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow, we show them what happens when they underestimate you.” “We,” I corrected. “We show them.” His smile was fierce and proud. “We.”

She asks breathlessly, "I don't think I can move." Is it that bad? I didn't get her wet enough? But I had eaten her out and made her come thrice before going into her. I should've stopped at that and not be selfish. "We can stay this way and move when you're ready." "No, flip me and be on top." "You don't want to control the pace?" "There won't be any pace if it were up to me. There'll be a slap on your face, that is." Shit, "I'm sor-"

“You’re not saying no to me. You’re saying yes to stability.” Her eyes softened. “You always hear what I’m not saying.” “I’ve had practice.” We stood there for a moment, the city humming below us. “I don’t want us to drift,” she said. “I don’t want distance to turn into a habit.” “Then let’s plan against it,” I said. She smiled faintly. “You sound very CEO about this.” “I’m serious,” I said, brushing my thumb along her knuckles. “I can’t change your pace. But I can meet you in it.”