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Our tongues dance together, exploring each other’s mouths with fervor. His hand slides down the curve of my waist, leaving trails of heat in its wake to tug at my gym pants.
I feel his hardness pressing against my hip, and the ache between my legs intensifies. My body craves his touch andyearns for the release only he can provide. I arch my back, pressing myself against him while the soft fabric of my pants slips past my knees. The kiss ends abruptly as he draws away from my body to finish undressing me. My shoes land with a thud, my socks to follow, and once my pants are on the floor, he stands at the edge of the bed, his gaze blistering as he drinks me in.
“Perfect.”
His voice is barely a whisper as he gazes at me, a raw hunger in his expression. I feel confidence coursing through my veins as I lie there, fully exposed to him. I cast him a faint smile, thinking the exact same thing.
The bulging muscles on his arms, the defined abs that ripple with each movement, and the thick length between his legs that throbs with desire. He stands before me, completely bare, his raw masculinity on full display. He is perfect.
He moves closer, his hands tracing a path up my legs, and his touch sends shivers down my spine. With each caress, my body responds eagerly, arching into his touch. He lowers himself between my trembling thighs, his hot breath teasing against my core.
I gasp as his tongue dips between the folds of my lips, lapping at my wetness with expertise that sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. His touch is both gentle and demanding. His tongue is soft against my clit, his fingers hard in pinching my nipple.
Gentle and demanding, soft and hard. It’s how I’d describe us. I’m demanding in the courtroom, gentle with him. He’s demanding as my trainer but gentle as my lover. His body is rippled with hardness. Mine is soft with lusciousness. The duality is something I never knew I liked, let alone needed.
Yet here we are. It works on many levels like his bristly mustache working with his soft lips and tongue. I grip the bedding, the orgasm collecting deep within, ready to explode inseconds when he stops. He lifts his face from my core, the hair above his lip glistening with my wetness.
“Not yet, my beautiful Kac.”
His eyebrow twists up, a silent command to follow his lead. My thighs clench, quivering at the sight of holding back what was almost a wave of pure pleasure.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, my hips rising to connect with that masterful tongue of his. “Why?”
“Because in here . . .”
He crawls up my body, his cock dragging against my leg as his lips seek out mine. They meld together in a feverish kiss that leaves no doubt about the intensity of his desire for me. When his lips leave mine, I lean up, chasing them until his fingers run through my short curls and separate my lips to push two fingers inside of me.
“I’m in charge.”
I collapse onto the bed, reveling in the exploratory pushing against my walls, trying to find that perfect spot where my orgasm is still waiting. His fingers curl upward, a knowing grin hinting at his lips when I grind my mound into his hand to create more friction between us.
“You conquer the world on behalf of others out there. But with me, I conquer you.”
He lifts his chin to align our gazes, his shaft digging into my hip as I pump harder and faster against his hand.
“Do you agree?”
I’m so close to coming. Closer than I was before when it was only his magic tongue on my clit. This is what he wants. This is mostly what I want. He hinted at it earlier. I hinted that I might be willing, and now that we are here, I must decide. Do I genuinely want to relinquish control and let him conquer me? To follow and not lead?
“You’re so very wet. Does that mean yes?”
He levels his full lips inches from mine, yet slightly out of reach. If I lean forward for a kiss, his fingers move from the spot, and my orgasm slips away again. If I relent, let him conquer me however he wishes. I forgo a kiss but experience an orgasm.
The dichotomy again. What I’m learning is always in play between us. I can get one but not the other, eventually both, but I’ll have to be patient and wait for him to decide. It’s different from what I’ve ever experienced, and it’s becoming an addictive game. But play it, I shall.
“Yes.”
The word passes my lips in a slur, and I’m rewarded with a brush of the lips and a deeper thrusting of his fingers in me until I’m bursting apart from the orgasm rocketing through my core. I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing yellow swirls as he continues finger fucking every last bit of it out of me. When I open my eyes, his face is serious, and his eyes are tense.
“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees.”
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Those light green eyes narrow for a split second, unsure of my change in demeanor. I’d never hurt her. Aftercare is my specialty. But the intensity with which she came in my hand speaks to how pliable and responsive she is. We’re going to have a lot of fun, and I will bring her more pleasure than she can ever imagine, so long as she agrees that I’m in charge behind closed doors.
Her light voice accepting this makes my cock that much harder, to the point that I’m about to drizzle my cum all over her leg like a teenager. My need to have her on her hands and knees without hesitation is overwhelming to the point that I’m off the bed and grabbing a condom while she’s still recovering from her first orgasm of the night, with many, many more to come.
