Maybe we didn’t need to talk about his issues? Maybe they’d work themselves out, with time and patience and…
Love.
Cary grabbed my hips and tried to guide me where he wanted me so he could fuck me, but I pulled myself back, just out of reach.
“Come back he—” I silenced him by shoving my tongue deep in his mouth. After I’d kissed him into submission and he stopped trying to yank my pussy to his dick, I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.
“What if I want to be the boss this time?”
He absorbed that, his eyes all hazed up with lust. “Have at it.”
“Yeah? You can handle that? A woman… ” I slid my hand down over his dick again, which flexed under my touch, hungry. “Giving you orders…” I squeezed him and he groaned. He was insanely hard. “Telling you what to do and how to do it…”
“Please,” he hissed, right before I kissed him again.
Then I slid my hips up to his and lifted, placing myself directly over the head of his cock. I pointed him where I wanted him, then pressed my hips down, taking him inside me. When I’d pushed him deep enough that I could let go with my hand, I grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“No touching,” I ordered.
Then I sank my hips down, taking him deep.
His mouth fell open.
Yup. He liked it when I was the boss.
“You… are so… bossy…” I told him as I rode him slowly. “Tonight, it’s my turn…”
He didn’t seem to have any problem with that, so I stretched out, pressing into his wrists to hold him trapped beneath me as my hips did the rest. I rode him as slowly as I wanted to, and then faster, just watching his beautiful face.
“Kiss me,” he said.
“I’m giving the orders. Shut up and fuck me.”
His eyes flashed with pure lust. He lifted his hips, grinding into me with each undulation of my hips. I met each thrust as his movements grew more impatient, more hurried. I could see him getting close to losing it. I could hear it in his stuttered breaths.
“Now, I’m gonna come,” I told him. “Be a good boy and don’t come until I’m peaking. If you go soft before I’m done, there’s gonna be trouble.”
He’d been watching my body move up and down, mesmerized. But now his eyes met mine. He choked out a strained laugh. “You’d better hurry.”
I started fucking him harder and pressed one hand over his mouth, silencing him. Then I got serious, working my hips against him so the pressure built, working myself closer and closer to orgasm.
“I’m gonna come,” I told him, right before I went off.
His hips had stilled, and I took my time, grinding my clit against him as I tumbled over the edge. I wasn’t gentle about it. I slammed against him with unbridled, drunken enthusiasm, with everything I had, and I probably smushed his face with my hand. He didn’t complain or push me off or anything. When my orgasm peaked—sending tremors shooting through my body—I slackened my hold on him, crying out.
He slammed his hands down on my hips, holding me tight against him, and fucked me, hard and fast. A few quick thrusts, and he exploded inside me with a groan.
I rode him slowly as he came, his body shaking beneath me, until he squeezed, his fingers biting into my hips. “Ah… slow down,” he gasped. Then he added hastily, “Please.”
I smiled and flopped down on top of him to kiss his lips. “You’re so cute when you’re polite.”
“You’re so hot when you’re fucking me.”
“Only when I’m fucking you?”
“Especially when you’re fucking me.”
I kissed him again, then kissed my way over his jaw and down his neck while he panted. “Holy Christ,” he groaned. “That was… I’m spinning. I can’t move.”
“And you’re not even the drunk one,” I said, flickering my tongue over his nipple before I tumbled off of him. I stretched out on my back with a grin.
His wide, honey-colored eyes gazed at me as he panted. “I can’t feel anything but the blood pounding in my cock. You’re like a cock vampire or something.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Doesn’t it? There’s no blood left in my brain.”
I giggled.
The room spun a little, but not totally in a bad way. I wasn’t even sure which way was up. But it didn’t even matter. I just closed my eyes, reached out and