“You said you didn’t want sex!” he laughed as I grabbed his wrists and pinned him down. (Which, of course, was a joke, since he was so powerful he could have thrown me off him like a wrestler throwing a teddy bear off the bed.)
“I said no nookie for YOU,” I scolded as I straddled him. “I didn’t say anything about no nookie for ME.”
I shifted my legs forward, angled my hips, feeling blindly for the right spot –
Oh God.
There.
His cock fit right between my lips – not entering me, but me sliding along his exposed length, grinding my clit against him.
“Fuck,” he breathed out as I wet him down with my juices.
I kept moving back and forth along the top half of his cock, still holding onto his wrists, still fake-pinning him down to the bed. My pajama top draped across the top of his chest, and I watched him hungrily eyeing my cleavage through the plunging V-neck.
“Don’t move,” I commanded him, and pulled my hands away.
He started to reach for my breasts –
“AH!” I scolded him, and put his hands back down on the bed.
Once he kept them there, I moved my hands down to his pajama bottoms and pulled down the waistline to his thighs – exposing his entire cock.
I put my hands back over his wrists and started sliding up the entire length of that hard, thick shaft. Back and forth, my hips moving like I was dancing slowly, seductively, all the time wetting him down from the head to his balls.
He was starting to breathe heavier now.
I shifted as far forward as I could until I felt the blunt tip of his head… positioned myself over it carefully… and plunged down on it in one, fluid stroke.
I still only got halfway down his cock, he was so long and thick.
I cried out in ecstasy. It was heaven having him inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he hissed as I rocked my hips, slowly easing more and more of him inside me.
God, I was so wet.
And GOD he felt so good.
Once he was all the way in, I began to slide higher up, letting more of him outside of me before I plunged back down. All the while I held onto his wrists, ‘pinning’ him to the bed.
He started to raise his hips to thrust into me –
“NO,” I said, and stopped altogether.
He just stared up at me, grinned, and let his body settle back down on the bed.
“Good,” I murmured as I started riding him again, using him for my pleasure, completely unconcerned about his.
Every so often I would stop and grind against him, feeling his cock press inside me in the most delicious places. A couple of times I moved my hand down and played with my clit while I moved up and down on him, rubbing myself, heightening my pleasure.
He just lay there watching, his face filled with tortured lust.
Finally I could feel the energy building, and I went for it, bobbing up and down on his cock as hard as I could. But I couldn’t do it as hard as he could – couldn’t do it as forcefully.
“Fuck me,” I said, my eyes closed as I tried to get to my orgasm.
“Ohhhh, NOW you want me to – ”