I lowered my body down between his legs as I completely removed his boxers. His cock was a sight to behold—though it was of good length, its most impressive feature was its girth and its vascularity. At the risk of sounding hyperbolic, it really did look powerful; certainly, it was going to be the most impressive one I’d had in me before.
But first...
I started by licking from the base up to the tip. Hearing that initial groan, that first “oh, fuck,” was one of the hottest moments in sex for me. It told me that I’d gotten off to the perfect start, and that everything else was just going to be smooth sailing from there on out. The only “downhill” was when both of us had climaxed and were cuddling, or when going downhill was the ideal.
I then took as much of him into my mouth as I could and deepthroated him until I couldn’t go any further.
“Damn!” he cried.
I pulled back only to breathe, but I didn’t take any break in pleasuring Phoenix as my mouth went right back to the tip, kissing, sucking, and stroking him off.
“How the fuck—”
Phoenix couldn’t even finish his words. That, to me, was just as pleasurable as someone who could use their tongue or their fingers on my sex; perhaps not in the literal, physical sense, but there was a deep satisfaction that arose from making him squirm like so and beg for such pleasure.
Like I said, I was a bit of a control freak. Few things in life were as pleasurable as allowing that freak to do whatever she wanted.
“You like it like this, huh?” I said. “Well, in that case...”
I sped him up for about a dozen seconds. I could tell he was trying not to come so early, and while I didn’t think he actually would, it was clear he would lose this battle sooner rather than later. I was in no rush to make him come—just because I got pleasure from seeing him get some didn’t mean I didn’t want some of my own.
I stopped. Everything.
“How do you feel?” I said as he gasped for air.
“I had no idea—”
“You’ve said that about a dozen times already,” I said with a playful laugh. “How would you like to be inside me?”
“I’d fucking love it,” he growled.
He sat up, his abs flexing to bring him closer to me, to try to pull me down. But with one firm hand on his chest, I pushed him right back.
I wasn’t done.
“I told you, I control how things go,” I said, taking my remaining clothes off as I spoke. God, it felt fucking good to be naked in front of him. God, I felt an uncontrollable urge to have him inside of me. “And it’s gone pretty well for you so far, hasn’t it?”
Phoenix could only laugh, probably because I had resumed stroking him off midway through my words. It was amazing how a man, even the most articulate of them, could be reduced to just babble and drivel by touching one spot on their body.
I climbed up his body after spitting on his cock one more time, crawling over his every muscular ridge and bulge toward his face. When I found his lips, I kissed him passionately, my tongue crawling and dancing around his. I ground my hips against his, and my juices spilled all over him.
“Oh, fuck yes, Phoenix,” I growled, half-laughing, half-moaning in pleasure. “I can’t wait to fucking have you inside of me.”
Phoenix said something that sounded like a mix of “yes” and “please” but wasn’t actually a coherent word. I could have kept torturing him like this, but the problem was I was getting impatient too. This couldn’t entirely be the Please Phoenix Show, after all.
I grabbed him and positioned him right outside my sex. There was no moment of hesitation, no moment of “do I really want to do this?” Hormones had blinded me, and arousal was driving my actions now. There wasn’t even a thought like “no turning back now.”
And let’s just say once he was inside me... it was the closest thing I’d ever had to a divine experience.
“Oh my God...” I whimpered.
I temporarily lost sight of the fact that I liked to be in control. Phoenix filled me so much that I just let myself bathe in the pleasure coursing through my body. I had dunked my head under the water of sexual ecstasy.
But such feelings of pleasured helplessness were short-lived, and with two firm hands on his shoulders to push myself back up, I took control.
“Still my turn.”
I took control of Phoenix’s body and used it for my own ends, knowing full well, of course, that he could have his met in the process. My nails curled into him, my legs tightened around his hips, and his name became the most commonly uttered word. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes as I ground against his hips, shifting my weight and my body to the spots necessary to keep pushing toward climax.
