It started long before the kissing, the moaning, the hands on all my insecurities turned desire. As he molds my body into positions I know are solely for my pleasure, I know this moment was planned. Once he found the roadmap to me, he followed it to perfection.
He spoke to me as an equal, and quickly showed his intelligence. Read the subtext beneath my words, dodged all the pitfalls others fell into, and most importantly challenged me in the most gentle ways. Neither cruel nor arrogant, and never dared to press an advantage. The sincerity in the way he spoke and treated me was a delight all its own.
Bent over the knee, his grip on me is both firm and gentle. He strikes the careful balance of asserting his authority without seeming commandeering. I can hear his breaths, rugged and controlled. His skin is hot to touch, a testament to how I make him feel. His gentle spanks are a tease, he knows I want more. He’s tied my hair into a ponytail for this. Rather than have my hair flow around me, he wants me to be able to look back. I look and see hunger in not just his eyes, but his body. He pauses a moment.
He quickly strikes and gives me a harder spank.
Fuck!! I wasn’t ready, and he knew it. Please…more.
He encouraged my whimsy and matched it time and time again. He took me as I am and didn’t blink. His compassion for my past endeared me to him. But it was the admission of his own troubles and past that made him real. With intellect and emotional depth to boot, I’m intrigued. I see his other side, the darker side that speeds up my heart. What is it truly like? Why does he hold back?
“My desire, you are truly magnificent.”
Why the fuck do his compliments drip with such arousal? Fuck, his tongue is deep into my pussy and I still can’t get over his compliment. He hasn’t let me touch him yet, stroke him, or even kiss his cock. His hands drip my hips with such intensity that I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I don’t want to think, it’s too much. I just want to exist. Submit. Serve. He comes up and presses his lips against mine and I kiss back on instinct. I need this. I need direction. Mmmmmph.
“My darling, on your knees.”