"Enough teasing," he says, his voice low. "Let's get out."
He starts to stand, his hands under my arms to help me up.
"I didn't even get to wash you," I say. "I thought you liked to be teased."
"Only so much. Besides, the water's getting cold."
We stand and step out of the bath, shivering in the chill air of the bathroom. He pulls me out of the bathroom and over to the bed, sitting on the side, his slick body shining in the bright light, his erection thick and wet. "But if you want to wash me," he says, breathless. "Use your tongue."
"Now, now," I say and push him back onto the bed, lying on top of him, his hard length pressing against my groin. "I'm the one doing. You're the one being done. Lie still and no talking."
He closes his eyes and smiles, lying back. "Eve the little dominatrix. Who would have thought?"
"Shh, I said no talking. You're always trying to control everything."
I kiss him in passing, my mouth trailing down his chest to his belly, then lower, so that my face is above his erection. I breathe on it, and he tenses, then I run my tongue up from the base of the shaft to the tip and he groans out loud. He rises up on his elbows and I try to push him back down. "Lie back and just relax," I say, trying to sound a bit pushy.
"I need to watch you."
I move my mouth over him, trying to take as much as I can without gagging, trying to suck at the same time. He lets a little more of himself connect with me and I feel how good it is, how good my mouth feels on him.
After a while of alternating stroking him and sucking, he’s breathing more deeply.
"Stop," he says, his breath ragged. When I look up, my mouth full of him, his eyes are closed. He pulls me up and off him, his salty taste on my tongue. "Do me now."
"But I'm the one in control and -."
"Now."
I rise up and climb onto his lap as he sits up, leaning back on his hands.
"I've never done this before," I say, feeling breathless at the prospect but not knowing really the best way to have ride a man.
"You'veneverbeen on top?"
I shake my head, not caring if it shows my inexperience.
"Oh,God." He closes his eyes for a moment. He holds his erection up with a hand. "I thought you always wanted to do Michel like this.”
“I did.”
He stares at me, shaking his head slowly.
“Just sit on me."
I rise up and position myself over him, knowing how wet I’ll be, I’m so aroused. I miss the first time, and it feels so good as his erection slides against me that I gasp and deliberately repeat the movement. I close my eyes and do it once more, hungry for the feelings. "Just a minute, I want to —."
"Hey," he says. “Just fuck me, you greedy thing.” He does something when I try to rub against him again, and I miss and he enters me instead, the sensation so great I shudder. I sit down on him as far as I can, and exhale heavily. I just sit there, enjoying the sensation of him filling me up so completely.
"Now fuck me," he says, all alpha.
I try, moving up and down on him. At first it’s easy, but then my thighs shake a bit. "I need some leverage."
"Lean on me."
I do, but it only helps for a few thrusts. He lies back completely and I lean my hands on his chest and find a better position, so that I can ride him.
He reaches down and works his fingers between our bodies so that with each thrust, my clit rubs against his fingers. He begins to thrust as well, meeting my body with each of my own thrusts. With his other hand he teases one nipple, then the other and it’s enough, with him inside of me, his fingers on my clit, his others touching my breasts.