to the tip. Wasn’t even sure if he heard except that his body twitched, and she hadn’t touched him yet. She slipped him into her mouth and sucked on him again. She rolled her tongue around his cock, taking special care to be rough with him, only not to use her teeth.
True to his word, he didn’t try and shove forward again.
She went down on him as far as she could, not nearly far enough, and slid back to his tip.
In and out, she urged him from and to her warm mouth. She cajoled him. She teased him. And best of all, she tasted him.
When she glanced up, he looked as if he might be in the greatest pain of his life. He clenched his hands so tightly the fingers were white.
She ejected him from her mouth.
Now he was ready.
She pivoted to her feet and moved closer before reaching for the condom. He dried a little first, and she opened the package. Reaching over, she enjoyed one last look at him before she slid on the condom. He had been tested for diseases a while ago and had regular tests, which was why she didn’t use a dental dam. The condom was a backup birth control. Probably didn’t need it, but he never argued about wearing it.
He surveyed her. She almost got lost in the aqua of his eyes. It was like looking into a peaceful ocean. No wonder he could calm her down when no one else could.
Only she didn’t want him peaceful. That wasn’t what her goal had been since she’d started this.
And she knew just how to get him where she wanted him. It would take some work and determination on her part. And she was up for the challenge.
She moved forward, straddling his lap.
He let out a hoarse groan. He removed his hands from the back of his chair but seemed to remember and put them where they had been.
She slid onto him and slowly lowered her body. She moved her hands down to help guide him into her depths.
Her pussy.
Funny how she’d never used those words, but they seemed appropriate now that she was in control.
She lowered more, and his tip went in just a tad.
He hissed, and so did she.
A new angle. Usually he was on top or behind. This being on top of him was a whole new ball of sensations.
Maybe for him too.
She didn’t let herself go farther down but held herself there, with only his tip slightly inside her.
After a few seconds, she lowered a centimeter. She clenched her muscles around him before she pulled away, going up. After that, she brought herself down again, letting him in but only as much as he had been before. Another centimeter. Another pull up before coming back down.
After the third time of that, he said, “You’re killing me here.” He sounded strangled.
“Am I?” She tried to keep her voice innocent, but it was too husky for that. She was having trouble keeping herself on this slow mission. A surprise.
“Yes.”
But he didn’t move his hands or try and interfere with her in any way. He let her do what she wanted.
Control.
It was a fun day.
When she finally had him seated, penetrating her, she paused. She let him rest there. She could feel him surrounded by her. Her muscles twitched all around him. He was contained in her. Coated in her.
She lifted her head.
“Goddamn you.” He sounded even more winded than before. “Move.”
She began to move up and down. Slow at first. And each time she hitched up, she clenched those muscles around him, tightened as much as she could.
The first time, he let out a guttural cry of surprise. The second time, he seemed to break out in an earthquake of shaking. The third time, he rolled his head back.
He went even deeper than before as she experimented with angles and with depth.
The compression around him continued by her most intimate muscles.
He broke out into a sweat as his body straightened into a line, and he called her name among other things as he came. Hard. She’d never heard him reach quite that pitch before. Nor did he usually say the things that came sliding from his mouth.
He was panting when he looked up at her.