Your cock is beautiful – 35

After closing the door behind us, she turned to me and started taking off her t-shirt. She’d said my name earlier, I realized. And she wasn’t waiting for permission to undress.

“I want you to… make love to me.” she said softly. “I want to know what it’s like…”

She kicked off her panties and stood naked in front of me. I was still dazed from just waking up, but there was something so surreal about all of this. This was Stella, my childhood nemesis, the woman I thought I’d hate my entire life… and she was standing naked, pure, flawless skin glowing with moonlight, and with a strangely dreamlike and almost ethereal beauty.

When I didn’t respond, she broke another rule by stepping forward and pressing her lips against mine. The heat of her kiss brought my mind back to life, and I reacted with my usual instinct. I reached behind her and kissed her hard, pulling her body close to mine.

“No.” she said, pushing herself away from me. “Gently… please.”

I took a step back from her.

“I need to know what… what it would feel like if you cared about me.” she said.

She looked up at me with such vulnerable, wide eyes that I felt my heart twist inside my chest. She looked like the world was about to end.

“Please,” she whispered, stepping close to me again, “Just… just pretend like you care.”

She pressed her body against mine, and slowly kissed my closed lips.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to this. I didn’t feel sure of myself. When I was dominating her, I could do anything I wanted… but now she needed something I wasn’t sure I could give her.

I gently returned her kiss, and put my arms around her, slowly pressing her warm, naked body to mine. I felt her fingers sliding under my t-shirt and she started to pull it up. I stood back and let her undress me. She dropped my t-shirt to the floor and pressed her hands against my bare chest. I kissed her again, trying to figure out how to be passionate without being forceful.

She whimpered into my mouth, and my body stiffened. I wanted to attack her, to dominate her. I slid my arms around her again, and held myself back. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against my shoulder, before looking up to kiss along my jaw. Again, my fingers were twitching with the desire to dig into her flesh, to hurt her and control her.

But I resisted.

I slowly pulled off my jeans as she walked to her bed and slid under the covers. This time she didn’t kick them off, didn’t show herself off to me. I got into bed with her, and lay over her, and she stared silently up at me.

I’d been in this position many times before, but now I wasn’t sure what to do. She reached down and gently gripped my swollen cock with her soft, warm hand, and lined the head up with her hot pussy lips.

“Slowly.” she whispered.

I kissed her and pushed forward with my hips, gently entering her. She let out a whimper of anticipation, and again I had to stop myself from losing control. I loved the sounds she made, and each one just made me want to take her.

We kept our foreheads pressed together as I filled her, achingly slowly. She continued to let out gasping little moans as I filled her. Was I hurting her? Was I too big for this? I didn’t know. It was too dark to see her face properly, and I wished I could see her eyes.

“That’s it.” she whispered, “Just like that.”

Before entering her completely, I drew back again, then pushed forward, falling into a slow rhythm.

“Yesss…” she sighed.

I could do this.

I remembered what she’d done the last time we were together, when I’d ordered her to ride me. She liked a few quick, short thrusts followed by one or two long strokes. I copied this technique, thrusting rapidly in and out before filling her completely.

She moaned with appreciation, her voice shaking.

I growled with lust, but again held myself back from being too violent. I kept up the same technique, just watching her. Slowly, I felt the need to attack her fade away. I leaned forward and drew her into a deep and soulful kiss.

She pulled back and whispered into my ear.

“I’m going to cum.”

She wasn’t asking for permission, she wasn’t panicked or afraid. She just whispered it to me softly, like sharing a secret.

Her legs gripped tightly around my hips, and she buried her head into my shoulder. She barely made a sound, just breathed heavily as the pleasure shook her body.

I slowed down, letting her rest. I wanted to keep going, to see her cum again and again. Did I really need more than this? More than her body, her love for me? Did I really need the pain, the domination?

After a few minutes of slow, measured thrusting, I filled her again making her jump and gasp. Despite all we’d done so far, I was still pretty inexperienced with actual sex. I felt like I was learning new ways to move my hips, watching her reactions and trying to create the same sounds, the same expressions of ecstasy on her gorgeous, although barely visible face.

I reached over and flicked on the lamp, wanting to see her better. She opened her eyes to stare up at me, and it seemed to take us both by surprise. She smiled at me, and I felt myself return it. We kissed each other, and I thrust into her more vigorously.

It was my turn to gasp when I felt her already tight channel grip and flex around my hard cock. She smiled at my reaction, then furrowed her brow in concentration as she did it again. I’d forgotten about this, her exercises that were supposed to keep her tight for me. I held her close to me as my hips guided her through another strong orgasm, her fingers shaking as they tried to grip against my shoulders.

I laughed at the cute little quirk, remembering how I’d used it to punish her earlier. She smiled again, biting her lip. She slid her hands up behind my head and tugged lightly on my hair.