I, Erin, had always been in control. It was a part of who I was, and Justin knew it. He loved it. He craved it. Our relationship was a beautiful dance of dominance and submission, a dance that always left us breathless and wanting more.
Tonight was no different. I stood before him, my body naked and glistening under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His eyes traced every curve, every line, every inch of my body, hunger burning in his gaze. I could see his cock straining against his boxers, desperate for release. But he knew better than to touch himself without my permission.
I walked over to him, my hips swaying seductively. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back to look into his eyes. “You want me, don’t you?” I asked, my voice a low purr. He nodded, his breath hitching. I smiled, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Then show me.”
He moved quickly, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I watched him, my eyes never leaving his. He was desperate, eager, and it made my pussy throb with desire. Once he was naked, I pushed him down onto the bed, his cock standing at attention. I straddled him, my wet pussy teasing the tip of his dick. He groaned, his hands reaching for me. I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “Did I say you could touch me?” I asked, my voice a low growl. He shook his head, his eyes wide.
I released his wrists, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. His tongue met mine, desperate and needy. I ground my hips against him, his cock sliding against my wetness. He groaned into my mouth, his hands clenching into fists. I pulled away, my lips curving into a wicked smile. “Patience,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
I moved down his body, my tongue tracing a path down his chest, his stomach, his hips. I could feel his cock twitching, begging for my touch. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. “You want me to suck your cock?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. I smiled, my tongue flicking out to tease the head of his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking up. I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He was moaning, his hips bucking up, desperate for release. But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I pulled away, my lips curving into a wicked smile. I moved back up his body, my wet pussy teasing the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hands reaching for me. I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “You want to fuck me?” I asked, my voice a low purr. He nodded, his eyes wide. I smiled, my hips grinding down onto his cock. He groaned, his cock filling me up. I rode him hard, my hips moving in a fast, desperate rhythm. He was moaning, his hips bucking up to meet mine. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his cock. He was moaning, his cock throbbing inside me. I leaned down, my lips capturing his in a searing kiss. I could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside me. And then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up. I came with him, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.
I collapsed onto him, our bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I could feel his heart pounding, his breath hot against my ear. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. I smiled, my lips curving into a wicked smile. “I know,” I said, my voice a low purr. And then I was kissing him again, my tongue dancing with his. Because I was in control. And I always would be.
I, Erin, had always been in control. It was a part of who I was, and Justin knew it. He loved it. He craved it. Our relationship was a beautiful dance of dominance and submission, a dance that always left us breathless and wanting more.
Tonight was no different. I stood before him, my body naked and glistening under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His eyes traced every curve, every line, every inch of my body, hunger burning in his gaze. I could see his cock straining against his boxers, desperate for release. But he knew better than to touch himself without my permission.
I walked over to him, my hips swaying seductively. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back to look into his eyes. “You want me, don’t you?” I asked, my voice a low purr. He nodded, his breath hitching. I smiled, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Then show me.”
He moved quickly, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I watched him, my eyes never leaving his. He was desperate, eager, and it made my pussy throb with desire. Once he was naked, I pushed him down onto the bed, his cock standing at attention. I straddled him, my wet pussy teasing the tip of his dick. He groaned, his hands reaching for me. I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “Did I say you could touch me?” I asked, my voice a low growl. He shook his head, his eyes wide.
I released his wrists, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. His tongue met mine, desperate and needy. I ground my hips against him, his cock sliding against my wetness. He groaned into my mouth, his hands clenching into fists. I pulled away, my lips curving into a wicked smile. “Patience,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
I moved down his body, my tongue tracing a path down his chest, his stomach, his hips. I could feel his cock twitching, begging for my touch. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. “You want me to suck your cock?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. I smiled, my tongue flicking out to tease the head of his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking up. I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He was moaning, his hips bucking up, desperate for release. But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I pulled away, my lips curving into a wicked smile. I moved back up his body, my wet pussy teasing the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hands reaching for me. I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “You want to fuck me?” I asked, my voice a low purr. He nodded, his eyes wide. I smiled, my hips grinding down onto his cock. He groaned, his cock filling me up. I rode him hard, my hips moving in a fast, desperate rhythm. He was moaning, his hips bucking up to meet mine. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his cock. He was moaning, his cock throbbing inside me. I leaned down, my lips capturing his in a searing kiss. I could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside me. And then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up. I came with him, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.
I collapsed onto him, our bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I could feel his heart pounding, his breath hot against my ear. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. I smiled, my lips curving into a wicked smile. “I know,” I said, my voice a low purr. And then I was kissing him again, my tongue dancing with his. Because I was in control. And I always would be.
