She slowly engulfs me. Lowering herself just enough to take my head before raising herself up and drawing me along her slit. A pattern she repeats while enjoying my unaccustomed stillness. Smiling down at the look of careful control stretched across my face. Watching my internal battle against the fervent desire to be finally inside her, pure animal lust, and most of all the fundamental desire to simply take things into my hands and bring them to the conclusion I most desire. But it is a battle I am winning. There is a beast raging to get loose and consume the delectable morsel teasing me from above, but I put it away, knowing patience will feed the beast more surely then aggression. My control augmented by the sight of my personal Aphrodite, already sheen with excitement, slowly losing herself to the need with both feel.
Nor is she the only one that knows how to tease. My hand not keeping myself aligned with her ghosts up her flank, fingers drinking in her silken skin. Reaching up for the beautiful breasts hanging so tantalizing before me. She gasps as my nails begin to lightly trace her curves, her reaction making me twitch just inside her. It is when my fingers brush over her nipples that she loses interest in teasing and lowers herself onto me. My other hand joins the first as she begins to raise and lower herself.
I let her set the pace as my touching takes on strength. As she gently rides me I have a good gauge of what draws the best reaction from her. I follow up more insistently and am rewarded, which only drives her hips to move faster. Then I join in. Moving my hips in perfect opposition to hers, still letting her set the pace. My hands drifting down to support her more directly as careful movements become more frantic. Growing only more frenzied as strangled moans fit against the gag whose fake cock tickles her throat. The muscles in her shoulders flex as she struggles against the bonds trapping her arms behind her. And it is then the rhythm changes.
No longer am cooperating with her. I am driving her up, my supportive hands dragging her down. I use my hip to set a beat more appropriate to our moods. A song of the beast given just a little leash. But more is needed.
A hand comes up as I sit up, its first explorations guiding it but now it mauls at her tits. Strong fingers pushing deep into wonderfully yielding flesh taking a nipple pulsing with need between them. Pinching down as my teeth reach the other. There is a strangle scream of pleasure as my other hand pins our hips, lust grinding them together more than any command. The pinning hand caress out over an ass already tender from a more straightforward beginning. It gently traces sensitive spots and warm impressions it had left behind. A sensation lost as I nibble and pinch. Those nibbles become full on bites before I suddenly draw away. My hand slams across both ravished breasts as a finger sinks to the knuckle in her ass, probing for my throbbing cock through her. Both hands work together to force her to restart the rhythm, to draw away only to be pulled back. Her eyes roll back, her face flushed, moans constant as she rides me like an unbroken horse.
Yet at this moment I feel a strange calm, a complete control. Knowing each movement must be careful, must serve the end I have designed. That does not mean I am not filled with need. Burning with desire. It is just that I know it is the quickest way to slake both as I slide a second finger into her. Speed I need as control is rapidly slipping away, and there is no way I could think of baseball now.
So I give in and unleash my strength. Lifting her completely and more impressively myself buried inside her. Turning her about and slamming her back onto the bed. One long stroke withdrawing me from her warm and tender embrace and plunging me into another so recently left by my fingers. I take one stroke to hook her legs then I refill her pussy with my other hand. And now all is rushing to the end. Desire and pleasure burn away at carefully shepherded control. I am no more articulate then her as my body begins to tremble with hers. Urges piling up to not be ignore.
Bursting forth in a torrent. Leaving my mind a buzzing field of white.
Only vaguely am I aware that I have fallen. Somehow managing to disentangle ourselves before collapsing next to her. My body both afire and completely numb as I gasp for air, even that sound denied by the hammering of my heart in my ears. It is only the insistent jabbing of duty that reminds me I must clean my hands and undue the restraints. Managing that herculean task I slump at take her into exhausted arms.
As we drift into an exhausted sleep I murmur into her messy hair, "See? I told you I'd let in you be in charge for once."
