and his eyes closed tight. Still, he could feel her intense gaze on him. “I can smell your perfume, your arousal even, baby… I can smell that you’re wet… so fucking wet… and you, you…” He pressed his eyes closed tighter, fucking the air as he bucked up and down, juddered hard, then grabbed her hand with his free hand, squeezing it. “You want me inside you, don’t you?!”
“Yes! Please!”
He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him as he neared climax. She was rubbing on her pussy, damn near breathless. Her lips parted as longing shone in her eyes. She was falling apart right then. He pulled her to him with a tug of the wrist, making her tumble on top of him, and held her by the waist, keeping her close with only enough space for him to keep jerking his dick. Eyes locked with hers, he rocked upward and back, taking her for a ride.
“Almost there…” He grunted, his eyes rolling as he administered vigorous strokes, his body writhing and his breaths shallow. “Ahhhh…” The warm white, creamy liquid expelled from his cock, landing between their bouncing bodies, coating her stomach.
“Slide off and sit next to me,” he said after a stretch of silence. She got up, sat on the loveseat, and crawled alongside him, close. He stroked her pussy while holding her gaze. “Yasmine… that’s what you want. This is what you want from me. You want your intimacy with someone to be so damn incredible, it doesn’t require penetration. Getting fucked becomes not the main event, but the cherry on top.”
She moved her hips in rhythm with his touch, shivered and sighed. Sliding her slick clit against his digits, she made quick work of masturbating herself against his fingers.
“Oh, God,” she purred.
“You want me so bad, baby. Because of what I was saying before we even got started. The mood I set. The smell of the place… of me… the unmistakable chemistry we have. The way I make you feel. When power is taken away from you sexually, you become empowered because that is what turns you on. You can breathe. You can sigh with relief and let someone else take the reins. Not everyone is the same, but for women like you, that’s exactly how this works. I’ve longed for a woman like you… the total package. Sexy, smart, caring, a deep desire to be dominated to the hilt. You feel shame for wanting me as much as I want you, but you shouldn’t.”
He kissed her. When he pulled back, he felt her cumming onto his fingers, bucking and holding onto him for dear life. “You see, my beautiful flower? Only when I started yelling at you, cussing at you, making you do what you really want to do anyway did you actually relax and feel at ease so you could cum. That’s what you needed. We like the same thing. Never apologize for wanting a real motherfucker in your bed. Do you understand me?”
“Yes… yes!”
He tapped the side of his head. “Mental. Our minds stop us from getting what we deserve more than anyone else we cross paths with in our lives. I’ve removed one of the tapes from your mind. I’ve replaced it with a new one now.” She nodded in understanding. “The first time we fucked at the club was merely an introduction. You passed your first lesson, but barely. Baby, you’ve got to stop treating everything like you have something to prove to someone. Sex, a genuine connection like we have is priceless. Trauma that causes you to not let go and go full throttle for your desires is not law. My cock is now your courtroom. You’ve been traumatized somewhere along the line. You have to learn to let that shit go.”
She laughed, acting as if he didn’t know what he was talking about.
“It’s not funny. That’s another defense mechanism. Laughing at inappropriate times,” he stated sternly as he got up, grabbed a towel he had rolled up by the loveseat, and began to clean the cum off her stomach and upper thighs.
“I don’t have any sexual trauma, Nix. I’ve never been sexually assaulted or molested. There was one incident when I was about maybe ten, when this pervert said something disgusting to me, but other than that,” she shrugged, “I thankfully never endured any of that.”
He sat back down next to her and placed the towel aside.
“You don’t have to be raped or molested to have sexual