I took him
As I moved my lips around him, taking him to the limits of his control, I could again feel the pull of my female desire, hot and impatient in its need. Giving him a break, looking up to make eye contact, his face told me I had kept him waiting long enough.
I reached over to the bedside table taking all “necessary” precautions, before lowering myself ever so slowly onto him. That moment was exquisite. I breathed deeply as I accepted him inside me. He was hard and warm and felt incredible. In those first few seconds I was not capable of moving, feeling how full having him inside made me feel, how every nerve ending of my body was on fire with my want.
The attraction was real, at least on my part, my body had just confirmed that.
I opened my eyes, having closed them to focus on those first moments without distraction and looked down, I could see him closely studying my face, watching my reactions, watching my pleasure move across my face and down my chest, the singular context where I appreciated my ability to blush.
I leaned forward and placed my mouth on his, kissing him. Kissing this man was something I knew I could grow to love, his mouth, his tongue gently exploring mine, whilst his hands my body. I could feel myself melting into him, losing myself in the desire and the fire that he had lit inside me. In this moment I was alive.
Then I was there, in that place where instinct simply takes over, where active thought is not only impossible but completely unnecessary.
He took me
At that moment, he made his move, moving me off him, bracing my hips with both his hands. His strong arms placing me down onto the bed moments before he was up and laying claim to his prize again. He looked at me this time, waiting for the consent that he knew, with certainty, would come.
He lowered himself into me, meeting my mouth with his at the same time. He took hold of both my arms pinning them above my head rendering me unable to move. His total control over me almost took me over the edge, almost, but not quite. I had no intention of letting him get off that easy, I was going make him work to make me come. His whore or not, I was not going to give him a sense of complete accomplishment he needed without a proper effort, he needed to earn it, he needed to deserve it. If he was really going to make me his that was something his money could not buy.
Sensing that I was withholding, he turned his attention to my breasts, sucking hard at my nipples, such that I could feel my wetness exceeding all expectation, when he deemed this part of his performance over, he withdrew from between my legs, much to my protest. I was not ready to let him go, not then, not ever.
He had other plans, he moved down to put his mouth where he had just been, again, he wanted to taste the extent of my desire, the reaction of my body to his. So this was how he wanted it to be, he wanted me to come in the most intimate of ways. He moved his mouth and tongue over me, increasing again the desire that seemed to know no bounds.
No was not rushed, he took his time, consuming me and savoring the deliciousness of the power he knew he possessed in pleasuring me. When he knew I was ready, he moved with just the right pace and pressure to make me cry out as I finally reached the point of no return.
I came with my whole body, I came so hard that I had no recollection at all of my actions.
Summoned awake again with two simple words “good girl“.
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