Kim watched with fascination as her hand slowly stroked Cole's cock. She was seeing all sorts of strange lines and auras of energy flowing around his throbbing organ. Well, not actually "seeing" them, but "sensing" them, and in her minds eye picturing the lines of energy like a glowing web. It was very difficult to describe these new sexual senses, brought on by the mysterious force of "Sex Magic" that had spread across the world a couple years ago. But even if she couldn't explain them, they seemed so natural and instinctive to her. She'd had them only a couple weeks, and already, her handjob skills had improved immensely, just by following the paths of energy she could "see" around her boyfriend's cock.
This was only the fourth handjob she'd given him since her powers awakened, and Cole, who before all this had been able to last twenty minutes under her moderately skilled fingers, could now barely last thirty seconds if she didn't deliberately slow down her efforts to a crawl. But even then, tonight, she was stroking slowly, and Cole was giving off that telltale hiss that indicated he was close. Not that she needed that sign; her sexual senses were going off like an alarm, telling her he was about to shoot his seed right into her face if she didn't switch tactics. So she did, going off the guidelines to stroke him in a way that would keep him aroused, but hold off his climax for another minute or so before she had to shift her grip again.
Cole let out a slow breath as he got himself under control again, and gave her an affectionate squeeze around the shoulders with his arm. They were sitting on Cole's couch, the TV on, but neither watching, as Kim lay against him, resting her head on his shoulder, while he had his arm around her. His pants were open at the fly, and his cock stiff and throbbing in her right hand, while her left arm was curled around his lower back.
"Jesus, I can't believe how good you are at this now," he said.
Kim smirked without looking at him. "Implying I was bad at this before?"
"No, no, I just—" he swallowed nervously. "It's hard to last, y'know?" He seemed about to say something else, but hesitated and held back his words. However, Kim read his thoughts in that moment loud and clear. Another gift of the Sex Magic, being able to read the sexual thoughts and fantasies of men, especially when they were aroused and stimulated.
She saw in his head, as she had several times these past couple weeks, his secret, shameful fetish. The one he'd never revealed to her, despite the two of them dating for the last four years. A desire for her to be more controlling, to assume command of a very primal, powerful desire. It was a fetish she knew many more men had than would ever dare admit. And it was a fetish that Sex Magic seemed almost tailor made to fulfill. And yet, even two years after Sex Magic had swept across the world, so many men were still too embarrassed or hung up over their self image of manliness to ask for it. Two years wasn't enough to erase the old paradigm of men being the dominant aggressors and women being the alluring submissives from people's minds.
Kim wasn't sure how she felt about it, herself. She was just as stuck in the old mentality as most of the world. It's the gender dynamic she had grown up with. Even though it was clearer with each day how powerful the Sex Magic made her, made all women, she hadn't ever considered herself to be the dominant type. Twenty-three years old, and she never even tried to be on top during sex, unless Cole wanted it.
But there was no denying what Cole had always fantasized about, not when she could see it in his head like a looping porno montage every time they so much as kissed. Cole wanted her to take charge now and then, and now that she had her powers, there were other wicked things he secretly desired for her to do. Things that, she had to admit, were rather intriguing.
Cole made that little hiss again, and her senses broke her out of her contemplation as they warned her Cole was about to shoot. She could sense he was reaching a plateau where any stimulation at all would put him over, so she stopped moving her hand and loosened her grip, right at the last possible second. Cole bucked into her hand, but she moved with him, and he could not get any more friction. He made a few short gasps as he tried to get himself under control, and Kim could sense the excitement in his body flare as he experienced a near climax "edging", but didn't go over. She waited until her senses told her it was clear, then she shifted her grip to something lighter, and resumed stroking at a steady pace.
"That was... really close..." he said. "It's a shame you... had to stop, though... you're getting so... so good..."
"I know," said Kim, smiling. "This is getting too easy."
She sensed a pang of ego-panic sweep over Cole, followed by another spike of sexual excitement. Sheesh, he really did love it when she acted dominant. She had a feeling that if she kept up the dirty talk, even this light touch would send him over.
"You could always... um..."
"Yes?" Her grip tightened a bit. She didn't have to use her powers to stimulate him, when her senses could tell her exactly how to touch to keep his lust high and make his inhibitions crumble.
"Well, I've heard there's a... a spell..."
"What kind of spell?"
Cole almost said it. But that sharp pang of male pride and fear stung him hard, and he couldn't bring himself to say it. "N-never mind... it's stupid..."
Kim sighed inwardly. Well, if Cole wanted to make it harder on himself, that was his choice. She stroked him a bit faster, sensing his orgasm building up quickly once more. Cole gasped, and Kim paused her motions, pinching him just below the penishead, stifling his reflex to cum before he could get too far. She felt him squirm, his body tense, before relaxing again with a long, low breath. Kim resumed her slow, light stroke.
"You like that?" she prodded.
She could feel Cole blushing even without her sexual senses. "Y-yes," he said. "It's really hot when you... um... when you don't let me..."
Getting there. He wanted so badly to ask her, but he just couldn't get over himself to do so. She wasn't especially keen on the idea, but if it was going to come up in his thoughts every single time, she could hardly ignore it. "So what you're saying is, you actually like it when I don't let you finish?"
"Well, you know," said Cole, trying to play it cool, always a hopelessly silly endeavor when a girl had you by the cock. "I just like the feeling so much that... when I finish... you know, it's like it's over too soon."
"Ah, I see." Her stroking continued to be light and loose, frustrating him physically, but exciting him mentally. She waited for him to crack and ask her. But still he held out. Kim decided to toss out a little more bait. Cole was on the verge of asking, he just needed to get over that last hurdle.
"So, you mentioned a spell?" she said. She paused to squeeze his cock for a few seconds, before resuming her stroking.
"Yeah, a spell."
