Not Until I Say So

Her feeling of power was growing exponentially with each passing moment. He knelt on the bed as she had commanded, gazing upon the glorious cavern nestled between her creamy thighs as she reclined before him. His erection was impossibly full and painful. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it as it pulsed and bobbed relentlessly between her legs. Her longing for him was mounting, but yet it was the feeling of domination over him that fueled her desire.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself ache for me.” she purred.

He took his cock in his palm and began to stroke and squeeze it. He drew in a deep breath, creating a loud hissing noise through his teeth, and closed his eyes. His palm began to slide over the smooth skin of his thick, lovely member, faster and more urgently than only moments before.

He leaned forward, his movements so subtle that she might never have detected them if not for the feeling of him pressing lightly against her wet slit. He began pumping his cock harder inside of his sweaty palm and then pressed it firmly against her until her lips began to part for him.

“No. No. Not yet.” She groaned with a gravely ache in her voice. “I want to make you hurt. I want your cock to burn for me. You can’t slip into me until I say so.” Her gaze never wavered. She stared at him with eyes that were so confident and commanding that he had no doubt that she was in control.

She reached down between her legs and dragged her fingertips over her own wetness, slightly separating the folds to reveal her magnificent, molten prize.

“Oh God.” He gasped, sucking in another deep breath, as his entire arm jerked vigorously, stroking his cock as if to put out the fire that was now consuming it.

“Fuck. Come on, please baby. Please. Let me fuck you.” He whimpered. He felt desperate, as if had she not extended permission at that very moment, he’d have no choice but to take from her what she was so desperately trying to withhold from him. His hips rocked spontaneously, practicing for their foray into her sweet wetness.

A beautifully cruel smile painted her lips as she drew her fingers together and slid her hand over her crotch, blocking his physical and visual access to her. “Not yet,” she whispered. “Not until I say so. Tell me how much pain you’re in,” she added. “Tell me how much your cock aches for me.”

“It does. Fuck, it hurts so bad…like it’s going to explode. I gotta get it in you. Please baby. Let me fuck you.” And all the while, he continued to stroke and squeeze his penis. She could see a drop of precum oozing from its tip and rolling down the underside of his shaft. This pleased her. His body was preparing itself for her, and hers for him. She pulled her fingers away from her pussy to allow him to see her again. Her fingers were coated with her own juices and she ran them along her lips and tongue, tasting herself and driving him even more wild than he might have thought possible.

He leaned in again, pressing the head of his cock into her. “Yes, yes.” He whined, trying in vain to go further, as she pressed her kegel muscles firmly closed and started to draw in her thighs.

“No. No.” she retorted. “Masturbate for me. I want to watch you. I want to you be unbearably close to coming.”

“I already am.” He grunted as a bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto her clit. “But I want to come inside of you.”

“What about coming on me?” she asked, lost in delicious thoughts of him blowing his thick, sweet load of come across her quivering belly and ample tits. “Come all over me.”

He moaned loudly now, beginning to pant, as if every word from her lips was oxygen that fueled his burning passion for her.

“Yes. Yes. Can I come then?” he queried, starting to shake and grow rigid.

“Is that what you want baby?” she asked, baiting him and trying to draw out the incredible sexual tension between them. “Is that what you want? You want to come for me now?”

“Mmm hmm.” He nodded, unable to say anything more.

“Is it building inside of you? Can you feel it?”

“Mmm hmm.” He repeated.

“Hold on baby,” she added, her streak of domination growing ever more cruel and demanding. She wanted to see how far she could push him. He whimpered and it almost sounded as if he were crying.

“Hold on,” she repeated. “Picture all that luscious come rising up inside that spectacular cock of yours. Then imagine it shooting out of you and covering me. Wave after wave of it splashing onto my skin. Can you picture it baby?” she cooed. “Can you?”

“Mmm Hmm.”

“Good. Now press your cock against my pussy, but don’t slip it in.”

As always, he did as she commanded, inching forward and feeling her warmth and wetness against his glans.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “Oh baby. Rub it back and forth. Open my pussy with your cock. Feel my slick wetness all over you.”

He vigorously shook his cock until it separated her swollen labia, his tip completely coated with her thick, white juice.

“Half way honey. You can go half way in. No more.”

He shoved himself inside of her, shuddering as he felt her smooth, heated walls pulsing around him. Going half way was almost more torturous than not going in at all, and he lost all control, abandoning his will and ability to follow her commands, and plunged fully into her.

“No, no!” she cried out, but she didn’t want him to stop. She dug her fingernails into his hips and pulled him toward her, raising her hips to meet his thrusts as she screamed his name into the stillness of their room.

“Greg! Oh God!” and now, he was in control. In a split second he had turned the tables on her and she had become instantly aware that she couldn’t live without the feeling of him buried deep inside of her. She hadn’t given him permission. She knew she’d never get that far. She never did. This game played itself out in the same manner each time, and despite the fact that she always surrendered her control to him, she never regretted it. He was her love, her passion and her life.

His penis was nestled inside of her, probing her deeply, poking at her cervix, rubbing it mercilessly. She could scarcely breathe. Nor could he.

“Make a choice,” he grunted breathlessly. “On you, or in you. I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Oh God.” She was beginning to feel panic. It would be pure torture to let him come now. He made her feel so unbearably sexy and full of desire that she couldn’t bear to think of stopping, yet her own orgasm was nearing.

“Make me come and then pull out and do it on me.” she grinned, trying to articulate through her panting.

“You’d better hurry baby, I’m so close.” He started thrusting into her more rapidly, dripping droplets of sweat onto her stomach and breasts.

Her skin was flushed, yet covered in the gooseflesh that always preceded her deepest orgasms. Her nipples poked out rigidly into to the coolness of the room. Her stomach quivered, and the muscles rolled over. She broke through the rhythm of her panting long enough to let out a long, drawn out squeal as her pussy twitched and clutched at his swollen cock.

“That’s it,” he simply muttered, as he pulled himself out of her luscious, spasming pussy and unloaded himself across her delicate, perfect skin. Buckets of thick, pearly semen jetted onto her as far up as her chin, leaving her covered in massive amounts of his precious seed. He tried in vain to say something dirty and sexy as it shot forth. His eyes were clenched shut as he concentrated on maintaining the requisite amount of tension in his ass and legs, his fingers clung to her thighs so tightly that they were almost painful.

He collapsed beside her immediately after they had come together, draping an arm across her and running his tongue and lips ever so slightly along her cheek.

“I love you baby,” he whispered, still breathing a bit erratically. She melted into the sheets just like she did every time he told her he loved her after sex. It always made her feel validated to know that this was never about just sex. It was about love, and commitment, and feeling good, and feeling safe and sharing their bodies, and their lives together.

“I love you too,” she reciprocated, falling, as she always instantly did, into the first stages of post-coital slumber. “I love you too,” she repeated, and just like that, as he gently cleaned her off, she slipped into unconsciousness.

Blue Matrix: Clip 4