Page 44 of Always Knew It Was You

I’m not a pain kind of guy. Light spanking and such is fine, but my thing is really getting inside my partner’s head and edging them out until they weep. It’s what I do to Carly now, strumming my finger back and forth over her clit, as she begs me, leaning down to take her lips in mine. She moves helplessly into my touch and I feel powerful. I’ve reduced her to a pleading mess.

While exploring my dominant side has always been fun for me, I’ve never felt such a strong need to control and maximize someone else’s pleasure before. It’s like I don’t matter anymore. All that matters is her and her satisfaction.

I almost lose myself in the kiss but then pull back, snagging her nipples between my teeth, giving her the edge of a bite, and watching her response.

Carly moans for me, her pussy squeezing around my fingers.

And then, when I feel her on the verge of coming, I pull back.

“Oh, God, Micah,” she whimpers. Her arms reach for me.

I avoid them, chuckling. “Do I have to tie you up?” I want to. But then that would require me to step away from her, and I’m not sure I can manage that even for one second. Still, I tease her with the possibility, loving the way it makes her shake her head tightly. “I could have your hands above your head, with your legs splayed wide for me. You wouldn’t be able to move or do anything but take whatever I give you.”

“Oh shit.” I can tell from the way she squirms that the idea turns her on even more. And fuck it turns me on too. As much as I try to ignore it, my cock is screaming in demand, lust flooding through every nerve in my body. She’s so fucking gorgeous. So responsive. Her eyes are dark pools of desire now, her hair fanned out over her head. She’s a goddess, beckoning me to slake my lust.

But if I do, she’ll possess me.

It’s almost like she’s the one that holds the true power here.

Doesn’t she?My inner voice mocks.Look at you. All turned on and eager to serve her every whim. You’re trying so hard to make this amazing for her, that you’re ignoring your own desires.

Even though I want her mouth on me more than I want to live.

I close my eyes, the image whipping through my mind, distracting me from my goal. It almost becomes too much at a point. I almost say fuck it, and rip my clothes off so I can sink into her soaking wet heat, and lose my mind in her once again.

But no.

I tear my eyes open, taking in her flushed face, her swollen lips, and her nipples puckered underneath the silk.

I can’t give in. That loss of control would be uncharacteristic for me, and it would symbolize something that I’m not willing to examine too closely.

I have to prove to myself that this is just a game. We’re just playing a game and having fun and that’s all it is.

So I take my time, finger-fucking her slowly again, groaning as the desire becomes too much to bear. To prove a point, I leaned down to nip her lips. Her entire body curves up the second I move, trembling, begging for my touch and I nearly lose it then.Oh, my gorgeous needy Athena. I fucking love seeing you like this for me.

It makes me feel like the most powerful man in the world to watch her eyes, usually so full of sensibility and jadedness, now fade away to wide-eyed passion.

But as our lips meet again, my control cracks.

I try to keep the kiss light and teasing but the allure is too strong, and before I know it, I’m devouring her. Her taste floods me. My need takes over. My mind shuts down as passion pounds through me. I can’t help it. My fingers clench on the couch below her as I eat at her lips, feeling my mind drift farther and farther away.

This might be a game, but I’m not the leader here. I’m just as lost as she is.

“Fuck.” I rip my lips away from her to gasp in the air. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me. I’m usually so suave, so smooth, but tonight I feel like a bumbling idiot for whatever reason.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice is husky, half desire, half concern.

I shake my head, not meeting her eyes while I give her the truth. “I can’t… I’m trying to edge you out and make this good for you but I don’t know if I can.” It’s embarrassing to admit to performance issues at this stage in the game but I push forward. “It has never happened to me before, but I think if I don’t get inside you in the next three seconds, I’m going to explode.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Her words are a desperate whisper as her hands go to undo my belt. “We can do the other stuff later. Let’s just fuck for now.

“But…” The words cut off in a groan at the feel of her hands on my cock. A full-body shudder runs through my body. I snatch her wrist before she can do more damage. “I need… fuck… Ineedto make this good for you.”

“Micah, if it was any better, I think I would pass out.” I meet her eyes and see the honest red-hot sultry desire stoked in them. “Please. Fuck me.”

I can’t hold back anymore. My fingers grip her dress and with a rip, it’s off and on the floor. She has a second to gasp before I consume her lips again, our tongues dueling in time with our racing hearts.

Her legs fall open and her arms clutch me as I find her center. The second I feel the suckling warmth, I nearly ejaculate there and then. I need to pull back and breathe and groan into the couch to keep myself from shooting off like a horny teenager. And even after nearly a full minute of that, while I work her clit, the second I push into her again, it only takes me an embarrassingly low number of strokes until I’m screaming my release, pumping it into her.

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