I watch as you strip, your eyes locked on mine, full of desire and anticipation. You’re wearing your favorite lingerie, the one that accentuates all your curves and makes my dick twitch with need. I love it when you take charge, when you’re the one in control.
“Get on your knees, Steve,” I command, my voice firm and confident. You comply without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine. I can see the hunger in them, the need for me to take charge, to dominate you.
I step closer, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I run my fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as I force your head back. You let out a low moan, your body trembling with desire.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper in your ear, my breath hot against your skin. “You like it when I’m in charge.”
You nod, unable to speak, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I smirk, my fingers still tangled in your hair. I pull your head back further, exposing your neck. I lean down, my lips brushing against your skin as I kiss and nibble my way down to your collarbone.
“Fuck, Brie,” you groan, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. “You feel so good.”
I chuckle, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “Not yet, Steve. But soon.”
I release your hair, stepping back to take in the sight of you on your knees before me. Your cock is hard, straining against the fabric of your pants. I reach down, running my fingers over the bulge. You let out a low growl, your hips thrusting forward, desperate for more.
“Please, Brie,” you beg, your voice husky with need. “I need you.”
I smirk, my fingers still teasing your cock. “Begging already? How pathetic.”
You glare up at me, your eyes full of fire. “Fuck you, Brie. I’ll do anything you want, just please let me touch you.”
I laugh, my fingers finally undoing your pants and pulling your cock free. “That’s better.”
I sink to my knees, my lips wrapping around your cock. You let out a low moan, your hands gripping my hair as I take you deeper into my mouth. I can feel your cock twitching, your balls tightening as you get closer to the edge.
“Brie, I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your voice strained.
I pull back, my lips leaving your cock with a pop. “Not yet, Steve. I’m not done with you yet.”
I stand, pulling you to your feet. I lead you to the bed, pushing you down onto your back. I climb on top of you, my legs straddling your hips. I can feel your cock pressing against my pussy, hot and hard and ready for me.
“Fuck me, Steve,” I command, my voice low and sultry. “Fuck me hard.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You grip my hips, pulling me down onto your cock. I let out a low moan, my head falling back as you fill me up. You thrust up into me, your hips moving in a steady rhythm.
“Yes, Steve. Just like that,” I moan, my fingers digging into your chest.
You fuck me harder, your hips slapping against my ass as you take me closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around your cock.
“I’m close, Steve. I’m gonna cum,” I warn, my voice strained.
You thrust up into me harder, your fingers digging into my hips. “Cum for me, Brie. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
I let out a low moan, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I can feel my pussy clenching around your cock, milking it for all it’s worth. You let out a low growl, your hips stuttering as you cum inside me.
I collapse onto your chest, my breath coming in short gasps. You wrap your arms around me, holding me close as our hearts race together.
“Fuck, Brie,” you pant, your lips brushing against my ear. “That was amazing.”
I chuckle, my fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “I told you you’d like it.”
You laugh, your fingers tangled in my hair. “Yeah, you were right.”
We lay there, our bodies tangled together, our hearts still racing. The room is silent, except for our heavy breathing and the sound of our hearts beating in sync.
“I love you, Brie,” you whisper, your lips brushing against my ear.
I smile, my fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “I love you too, Steve.”
And with that, we drift off to sleep, our bodies still tangled together, our hearts still beating in sync. It was a night full of passion and pleasure, a night that we would never forget. And as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of many more nights like this.
I watch as you strip, your eyes locked on mine, full of desire and anticipation. You’re wearing your favorite lingerie, the one that accentuates all your curves and makes my dick twitch with need. I love it when you take charge, when you’re the one in control.
“Get on your knees, Steve,” I command, my voice firm and confident. You comply without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine. I can see the hunger in them, the need for me to take charge, to dominate you.
I step closer, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I run my fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as I force your head back. You let out a low moan, your body trembling with desire.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper in your ear, my breath hot against your skin. “You like it when I’m in charge.”
You nod, unable to speak, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I smirk, my fingers still tangled in your hair. I pull your head back further, exposing your neck. I lean down, my lips brushing against your skin as I kiss and nibble my way down to your collarbone.
“Fuck, Brie,” you groan, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. “You feel so good.”
I chuckle, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “Not yet, Steve. But soon.”
I release your hair, stepping back to take in the sight of you on your knees before me. Your cock is hard, straining against the fabric of your pants. I reach down, running my fingers over the bulge. You let out a low growl, your hips thrusting forward, desperate for more.
“Please, Brie,” you beg, your voice husky with need. “I need you.”
I smirk, my fingers still teasing your cock. “Begging already? How pathetic.”
You glare up at me, your eyes full of fire. “Fuck you, Brie. I’ll do anything you want, just please let me touch you.”
I laugh, my fingers finally undoing your pants and pulling your cock free. “That’s better.”
I sink to my knees, my lips wrapping around your cock. You let out a low moan, your hands gripping my hair as I take you deeper into my mouth. I can feel your cock twitching, your balls tightening as you get closer to the edge.
“Brie, I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your voice strained.
I pull back, my lips leaving your cock with a pop. “Not yet, Steve. I’m not done with you yet.”
I stand, pulling you to your feet. I lead you to the bed, pushing you down onto your back. I climb on top of you, my legs straddling your hips. I can feel your cock pressing against my pussy, hot and hard and ready for me.
“Fuck me, Steve,” I command, my voice low and sultry. “Fuck me hard.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You grip my hips, pulling me down onto your cock. I let out a low moan, my head falling back as you fill me up. You thrust up into me, your hips moving in a steady rhythm.
“Yes, Steve. Just like that,” I moan, my fingers digging into your chest.
You fuck me harder, your hips slapping against my ass as you take me closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around your cock.
“I’m close, Steve. I’m gonna cum,” I warn, my voice strained.
You thrust up into me harder, your fingers digging into my hips. “Cum for me, Brie. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
I let out a low moan, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I can feel my pussy clenching around your cock, milking it for all it’s worth. You let out a low growl, your hips stuttering as you cum inside me.
I collapse onto your chest, my breath coming in short gasps. You wrap your arms around me, holding me close as our hearts race together.
“Fuck, Brie,” you pant, your lips brushing against my ear. “That was amazing.”
I chuckle, my fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “I told you you’d like it.”
You laugh, your fingers tangled in my hair. “Yeah, you were right.”
We lay there, our bodies tangled together, our hearts still racing. The room is silent, except for our heavy breathing and the sound of our hearts beating in sync.
“I love you, Brie,” you whisper, your lips brushing against my ear.
I smile, my fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “I love you too, Steve.”
And with that, we drift off to sleep, our bodies still tangled together, our hearts still beating in sync. It was a night full of passion and pleasure, a night that we would never forget. And as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of many more nights like this.
