“Not yet. My rules.”
She kissed lower, her tongue tracing the line of my abs, her breath hot against my skin.
“Spread your legs,” she ordered, and I did, her hands sliding up my thighs, teasing but not touching my cock.
“Stroke yourself,” she said, and I gripped myself, my hand moving slow, her eyes watching, hungry.
“Faster,” she said, and I obeyed, my breath hitching, her command driving me wild.
“Stop,” she said, and I groaned, my hand stilling, my body trembling with need.
She climbed higher, her thighs straddling my hips, her wetness brushing my cock.
“Put your hands on my breasts,” she ordered, and I cupped them, her nipples hard under my palms, her moan soft as I squeezed.
“Pinch them,” she said, and I did, gentle at first, then harder as she gasped, “More.”
Her hips rocked, teasing my tip, and I tried to thrust, but she pressed me down, her voice sharp. “Not until I say.”
“Fuck me,” I growled, but she shook her head, her smile wicked.
“Not yet. Rub your cock against me,” she ordered, and I did, sliding myself through her folds, her wetness coating me, her moans driving me insane.
“Slow,” she said, and I obeyed, my body taut, every nerve on fire.
“Now inside,” she said, and I positioned myself, pushing in slow, her heat tight and perfect, her moan echoing mine.
“Don’t thrust,” she ordered, and I groaned, holding still, her walls pulsing around me.
“Move your hips,” she said, and I rocked gently, her hands on my chest, her nails digging in.
“Harder,” she ordered, and I thrust deeper, her moans louder, her body meeting mine.
She leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear.
“Fuck me with your fingers, too,” she said, and I slid a hand between us, circling her clit, her gasps sharp, her body trembling.
“Two fingers inside,” she ordered, and I pushed them in, curling them, her walls clenching, her cries raw.
“Don’t stop,” she said, and I didn’t, fucking her with my cock and fingers, her body a storm, her command my anchor.
“Come for me,” she ordered, her voice a whip, and I let go, my orgasm crashing through me, spilling deep inside her, my vision whitening, my roar echoing her cry.
She rode me through it, her hips relentless, drawing it out until I was spent, trembling, hers.
She collapsed on me, her breath fast, her body slick with sweat, and I held her, amazed, engaged, enthralled by her power, her fire.
She sat up, straddling me, her eyes blazing with satisfaction, looking down like a queen.
I stared up at her, my chest heaving, and the words slipped out, raw, unfiltered, something I’d never told anyone.
“I love you,” I said, my voice rough, my heart exposed.
Her smile was soft, triumphant. “Now we’re on the same page,” she said, and then she grabbed my cock, put it inside her, and we started again.
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