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He leaned back on his elbows after some time. He gazed intently at her. Irene supposed he appreciated what he saw; his cocks jerked.
“Show me,” he invited. “Fuck me.”
“Me on top?”
“You should learn if you enjoy it. I want to watch you ride me.” He stroked her mound. His thumb brushed her clit, setting off sparkling excitement. “Fuck me, Irene.”
She considered her position, then braced her hands on his thighs. She raised her hips enough to be able to move. She rocked her pelvis, and he slid free by a little. It offered some nice friction, and she enclosed him again. She moved carefully, watching him work in and out of her, his dark flesh piercing her softness. His thumb drew lazy circles over her clit as she did so, adding to the thrill.
“You like?” he asked, finding a naughty grin.
“Yeah.” It was good, especially while he watched and touched her.
She considered as she moved over him. It was different, setting the pace. Gone was surrender, the heady exhilaration of being at a man’s command. The nervous anticipation of what might happen had disappeared, because it was up to her. Making love to Jemi was pleasant, and she loved sharing herself with him, but it was missing a spark.
“Change position. Find what feels best,” he invited.
Yes. Maybe it was the position.
He helped her shift, so she was kneeling again. She braced against his chest and slid up and down. It felt better that way, greater friction hitting her hotspot. Irene experimented, leaning forward and back. She found greater physical enjoyment when her face hovered inches over Jemi’s, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone, his primary chafing hardest where eagerness lived. She experimented, altering the speed and force of her movements while making sure she did nothing to cause Jemi pain. She preferred it fast and hard, the manner in which she found the greatest stimulation.
And yet…
“Does it feel good to you?” she asked.
“It feels wonderful.” He chuckled. “Not so much for you.”
“I like it. It’s just not quite as powerful. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. Or maybe I’m tired because I just made love to Rusp and Sherv?” It hadn’t been a factor in previous encounters, however.
“You do fine. Much of best sex happens in the head though.” Jemi tapped his skull. “Everyone different on their need and preferring. You can’t do what pleasure others and expect same. Like what music you want to hear isn’t what everyone else love.”
It made sense when he put it in those terms. “I prefer it a little rougher. You guys are strong, and it excites me.” She considered, still moving over him because he delighted in it. “But just now, with Sherv, we were gentle at first. I liked that too.”
“But Sherv in charge most, right?”
“Right.” It was as if a light clicked on in her head. “I’m most excited when you guys take the lead, when you tell or show me what to do. I love it when I feel as if I’m overpowered. Helpless, such as when we played harem and roles. Am I weird?”
Jemi shrugged. “It’s you and what please you. We have fun too, being your masters. No one is hurt, all have fun. Why it be weird?”
“Earth would call it odd. Ha, they’d say I’m obscene, unnatural.”
“Do you think so? I say not.” He laughed. “I did sex for a job, and I know obscene. You very normal, Irene.”
“I am?” She grinned at him, feeling tension she hadn’t known was there melting. She trusted Jemi. He was as inoffensive as a man could be. If he said it was okay, then it was.
He sat up. “You try new stuff, you in charge of sex. It okay, but not as thrill as before. We know more about what you like. You want me to take over?”
“Please.” A tremor of eagerness shot up her spine. Just the mention of him dominating, the mere thought, was enough to spike what had been simmering enjoyment.
Much of best sex happens in the head…Jemi had it in a nutshell.
He flipped them over, and Irene was on her back, him looming over her. He grasped her ankles and spread her wide, holding her prisoner. She gasped at a surge of physical delight. He chuckled and thrust, his groin smacking her ass and cunt.
“I feel pussy squeeze. This is you, Irene. You made for strong men to fuck.”
“Yes!” Elation was no longer elusive. It was owned by Jemi. Granting it to her was his right.
“So wet. So full of cum, how we wish you. Fill mouth, pussy, ass every day.”
