I see his expression darken as I take him deeper as I swallow around the tip of him. He feels amazing so deep in my throat.

Right here, with Kyle, it’s just another way to show him I care, that I appreciate what he just did for me. And it’s exciting to be in control like this. He was totally in control of my body while he was licking me.

My face blazes red at the memory.

But now, while he’s in my mouth, I’m in control. He’s not moving, not pushing, not taking control. And I sense it’s a struggle. Kyle is a man who’s used to being in control.

Which is sexy. But the trust he’s putting in me now is even more sexy than his control. I pull back and plant a kiss on the tip of him. His cock is amazing. He’s got a curve upward that fascinates me, and I wonder how he’ll feel inside me.

I scoot back on the bed away from him, but he’s quick to move toward me, a look in his eyes that almost scares me. He’s intense, intent, and I know there’s no backing down now. There’s no backing out of this, but I can’t imagine wanting to anyway.

My knees fall to the sides and he’s between my legs, his cock pulsing as he moves over me. I fall back, looking up at him in a mixture of terror and excitement. He seems to hesitate a moment and sits down.

I rise up on my elbows, wondering what he’s doing. And he pulls me into his lap. Straddling his hips, I find myself close to him. Chest to chest, heart to heart as he places his hands on my hips and kisses me.

His hands leave and I hear something and feel him moving behind me. But I’m focused on his lips, his kiss, as his tongue meets mine and demands more of me. Then, his hands are on my ass, lifting me up on my knees.

I feel the tip of him as he takes one hand from me and positions his cock with it. And I settle into place, ready to take him. “Mmmm,” I moan, loving how warm he feels.

His lips touch mine again and I decide to take some of the control he’s offering me. I lower onto him, loving how his chest feels as my tits press against him. He’s all heat and sin, promise and danger.

I feel my pussy stretching to take every inch of him like a greedy bitch. It’s wicked and sensual. “This is perfect,” I murmur to him and he growls and kisses my neck.

“You’re perfect,” He says and I kiss his lips, amused at how wrong he is. As I slide down the length of him, I feel full whole and wonderful. Our bodies are a perfect fit, he’s pushing me to my limits and I’m bending to his will and demands.

It’s sexy as hell.

And then he grabs my hips and kisses me again. With my knees down on either side of his hips, I can rise up and lower on him, or rock my hips forward and back.

Feeling experimental, I lift and lower, surprised by the explosion of sensations rocking my body and by his growl of approval. His teeth scrape on my neck, sending excitement roaring through my body.

Rocking my hips forward, I find the pressure on my clit to almost be too much. It’s incredible. I need more. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I hold onto him as I rock into him. My body feels incredible, like every inch of me is covered in a layer of frost; somehow I’m blazing hot and freezing cold all at once.

It’s delicious.

“Are you going to come?” he asks gently.

I shiver as his breath tickles my ear. “Maybe,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck. He smells warm and clean, like home and haven, heaven and hell. It’s intoxicating, perfect, and so very sinful.

With very rock of my hips, I feel my body moving closer to orgasm. It’s incredible to think that I’ll not only get one but two from him, from this one session. I’d thought that was impossible, not that I’ve got a lot of experience to go on.

“Come on, babe,” he whispers, his words a command, a challenge I’m not going to ignore. Even as he says it, my body reacts. It’s as if I want to please him even on a level I can’t control. His hands pressure me to move faster and I feel him getting harder in me.

It’s breathtaking. I love it. I don’t want to stop.

And it’s like a wave breaking over me. Pleasure crashes over me, stealing my ability to move, to breathe, to function.

A whimper breaks free from my throat and I begin to shudder as my body refuses to move. Intense fireworks of pleasure explode and shower sparks of warmth through every inch of me. The heat radiates all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes, and I struggle to breathe.

“Kyle.” I bite my lip on a whimper and he kisses me.

With both hands on my hips, he keeps me moving against my body’s will and beyond my ability. And I feel him tense up and know he’s there. My tongue seeks his out and I feel him groan even though I don’t hear it over the thundering of my pulse in my ears.

Warmth fills my belly and I feel him relax a little bit. His lips soften against mine and his tongue does a playful dance around mine before he pulls back. His hands find my back as I struggle to keep upright.

I just can’t do it and he lowers me gently onto the bed on my back. He takes the spot beside me and pulls me close as my body begins to cool off.

“I love you,” he whispers and my heart threatens to beat right out of my chest.