Her eyes cast down and her lips slightly part.
“I think I’m dry enough to get in bed. Don’t you think?”
“I’ll need to check. I think there might be one part that needs taking care of.” I don’t give her warning. My hand cups her pussy and I push a finger straight into her slick entrance, in just enough to make her gasp.
“Too wet. I’ll need to take care of that. Lie on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
The smile she gives me tells that she’s doing this only because she wants to and not because she’s in any way following my orders. She lies back on the sheets, her skin still slightly bronzed from the holiday even though it was months ago now.
“I asked you to spread your legs.”
Her eyes are fixed on my fingers as I stroke my cock, but I’m watching her, reading her like my favourite book.
“Make me.”
I know what she’s asking; she’s tried it before. Blair likes it rough and hard and she’s talked about needing to feel dominated. Made. That’s my hard limit but she’ll always push it.
She just doesn’t know why it’s a brick wall and impassable.
I climb over her, her legs welded together, arms outstretched so I have full access to her tits. She’s hoping I force her legs apart so she can fight me, seek her power by making me bend to what she thinks she wants.
She doesn’t want that. I know what that feels like.
Caging her is easy. She squirms underneath me, her eyes blazing, waiting. The first touch is the sweetest. I press my lips to hers and kiss her slowly, as gently as I can muster.
She doesn’t respond so I drop to the spot between her neck and shoulder and press my lips to it, a feather kiss.
“I’m not a monster.” My words are quiet, a whisper. “I won’t even go to the point where I feel like I’m making you.”
Her hands come to my face and she cups my jaw. “Can I ask why?”
“Yes. But not now.”
She pushes up and this time her lips find mine. She opens her mouth for me to enter, the kiss that preludes sex and I take the offer.
Usually, I’ll fuck her hard. Make her come and then rut into her with the need and lust that builds up too easily. Today isn’t the day for that. Today is something different.
My forearms brace me over her, her hardened nipples grazing my chest. I take the kiss, slow and deep and I don’t need to try for control because tonight it’s the only thing that’s my bitch.
I make a trail down her body, tasting her skin, feeling her react to me. It’s when I take one nipple in my mouth and suck hard that her legs part; she’s forgotten to hold them together.
My laugh reminds her as I use my tongue to lick a path down the centre of her body to her clit.
“I asked you to make me.” Her fingers rake through my hair and she pulls. “You just have different ways of doing it.” There’s a gasp and she stops talking as I properly lick her pussy, playing at her entrance with my tongue before making rapid flicks of her clit that make her legs buck.
“That’s good, Ben. Holy fuck.” Her grip on my hair becomes tighter as she gets closer to coming. I don’t relent.
She thinks she owns all the power, but she doesn’t. If I were to pull away now, she’d spread her legs to tempt me back.
Her orgasm is hard and violent. I don’t let her settle, pulling away before it ends and sinking my cock into her.
Then I pause. I’m filling her and she’s throbbing around me, her hands gripping onto my arms like I’m the only thing that’s keeping her afloat.
I move slowly, watching her tits jump with each thrust and her eyes become pools of darkness that I know I drowned in a long time ago,
“Ben.” My name is a whisper from her lips.
“I’m not going any faster.” I want to be as close to her as I can be for as long as I can. Savour the moment.
