I Like Experimenting
I Like To Take Control Sometimes, Too... We were having a bit of a tussle going on. Nothing overly dramatic. Just rolling around on the bed, playing with each other a bit. Wrestling. Messing around.
We were both naked, but by then we were almost always naked when it was just the two of us together. When there was no chance of us being disturbed or interrupted by other people. Every night and every day was a feast of naked flesh – sometimes innocent and casual, sometimes sordid, wanton and sexually charged. This started out one way and quickly became another.
The change came as we rolled about the bed. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, then leaned down for a kiss. She freed one hand and moved it down to the side of my face, but I grabbed her wrist and returned it, with slightly more emphasis this time. I didn’t say anything about her transgression, yet.
I leaned in again, and she squirmed slightly. She was still trying to free her wrists, but now I was becoming more detemined. With a bit of fumbling, I managed to pin both her wrists with one of my hands, then drew my other hand down her body to demonstrate to her just how much I could do to her – and how little she could do to stop me. She closed her eyes, so I gripped her hair and then moved my face in close to hers. She opened her eyes again and looked at me. I moved in for a kiss once more, and this time she moved her mouth to respond… but this time I pulled back and smiled at her.
She moaned softly, so I did it again. I moved my mouth close to hers, then pulled back every time she tried to kiss me. After a while, she seemed to realise what I wanted and she kept still. I moved in, and this time I kissed her softly on the lips.
Still holding her hands, I moved to kneel astride her. My cock was still a little spent from our earlier games, but was starting to wake up again, now. I smiled as it dragged heavily across her stomach because I knew she could feel it and I knew she would be very aware of what its weight implied. She pulled a hand free once more, and it immediately shot out to close round my shaft. I sighed and allowed her a few seconds of gentle pumping and squeezing, then pulled myself free.
I stood up and drew her to her feet in front of me, then took her by the hair once more and steered her to the middle of room. She didn’t protest, but now when I looked in her eyes I could see them burning with lust. She was seriously getting turned on. I took her by the shoulders and turned her round, then took her wrists and – very pointedly – placed her hands at the back of her head. She understood what was expected of her and laced her fingers together.
Now I stood back and looked at her. I couldn’t help wondering if she was more conscious of her nudity, now. We were both naked, but was there now a power imbalance implicit in this? I hoped so, and I reached round to take hold of one of her breasts, then pulled her body hard against mine. My cock – fully hard, now – pressed upwards against her back. I bit her shoulder.
I walked all round her. Suddenly I felt much more predatory, more sinuous, more lithe and I wondered if this was some unrealistic and ideal self-image. Either way, she was looking smaller, now. More vulnerable. I looked close into her face, then cupped her jaw in my hand and tilted her head from side to side. She accepted this silently, then gasped as I slipped a finger inside her pussy. She was incredibly wet. My cock twitched in sympathetic response. She felt it nudge her thigh and couldn’t quite suppress a slight smile. I stood back and studied her silently, for a moment. She watched me and waited to see what I would do next.
In the end, it was inevitable. For all my attempts at self-control, there was really only one way I could respond to this situation, and that was by fucking her. By leading her over to the bed, bending her over and burying my cock as deep into her hot, wet pussy as I possibly could. It slid in easily and smoothly, like we were built for each other. A lock and a key, sliding together over and over again. I couldn’t believe how well I fit her perfect body, but right at that moment I felt like I could have rejoiced in the fit for hours on end.
When we lay together, shortly afterwards, basking in the afterglow, I reflected that our time together was short and fleeting. She would return to Edinburgh and she would continue her travels before, inevitably returning to Beijing. In the meantime, however, we were making sure we were draining every last drop of carnal pleasure from the very few days we had together.
We were both naked, but by then we were almost always naked when it was just the two of us together. When there was no chance of us being disturbed or interrupted by other people. Every night and every day was a feast of naked flesh – sometimes innocent and casual, sometimes sordid, wanton and sexually charged. This started out one way and quickly became another.
The change came as we rolled about the bed. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, then leaned down for a kiss. She freed one hand and moved it down to the side of my face, but I grabbed her wrist and returned it, with slightly more emphasis this time. I didn’t say anything about her transgression, yet.
I leaned in again, and she squirmed slightly. She was still trying to free her wrists, but now I was becoming more detemined. With a bit of fumbling, I managed to pin both her wrists with one of my hands, then drew my other hand down her body to demonstrate to her just how much I could do to her – and how little she could do to stop me. She closed her eyes, so I gripped her hair and then moved my face in close to hers. She opened her eyes again and looked at me. I moved in for a kiss once more, and this time she moved her mouth to respond… but this time I pulled back and smiled at her.
She moaned softly, so I did it again. I moved my mouth close to hers, then pulled back every time she tried to kiss me. After a while, she seemed to realise what I wanted and she kept still. I moved in, and this time I kissed her softly on the lips.
Still holding her hands, I moved to kneel astride her. My cock was still a little spent from our earlier games, but was starting to wake up again, now. I smiled as it dragged heavily across her stomach because I knew she could feel it and I knew she would be very aware of what its weight implied. She pulled a hand free once more, and it immediately shot out to close round my shaft. I sighed and allowed her a few seconds of gentle pumping and squeezing, then pulled myself free.
I stood up and drew her to her feet in front of me, then took her by the hair once more and steered her to the middle of room. She didn’t protest, but now when I looked in her eyes I could see them burning with lust. She was seriously getting turned on. I took her by the shoulders and turned her round, then took her wrists and – very pointedly – placed her hands at the back of her head. She understood what was expected of her and laced her fingers together.
Now I stood back and looked at her. I couldn’t help wondering if she was more conscious of her nudity, now. We were both naked, but was there now a power imbalance implicit in this? I hoped so, and I reached round to take hold of one of her breasts, then pulled her body hard against mine. My cock – fully hard, now – pressed upwards against her back. I bit her shoulder.
I walked all round her. Suddenly I felt much more predatory, more sinuous, more lithe and I wondered if this was some unrealistic and ideal self-image. Either way, she was looking smaller, now. More vulnerable. I looked close into her face, then cupped her jaw in my hand and tilted her head from side to side. She accepted this silently, then gasped as I slipped a finger inside her pussy. She was incredibly wet. My cock twitched in sympathetic response. She felt it nudge her thigh and couldn’t quite suppress a slight smile. I stood back and studied her silently, for a moment. She watched me and waited to see what I would do next.
In the end, it was inevitable. For all my attempts at self-control, there was really only one way I could respond to this situation, and that was by fucking her. By leading her over to the bed, bending her over and burying my cock as deep into her hot, wet pussy as I possibly could. It slid in easily and smoothly, like we were built for each other. A lock and a key, sliding together over and over again. I couldn’t believe how well I fit her perfect body, but right at that moment I felt like I could have rejoiced in the fit for hours on end.
When we lay together, shortly afterwards, basking in the afterglow, I reflected that our time together was short and fleeting. She would return to Edinburgh and she would continue her travels before, inevitably returning to Beijing. In the meantime, however, we were making sure we were draining every last drop of carnal pleasure from the very few days we had together.
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