He relaxed against the headboard. His thighs spread wide with one knee bent. His cock was long and firm sprouting from a nest of dark curls, beneath his arousal hung his large, heavy sac. Submissively, I crawled between his legs my eyes downcast just the way he liked. First, I inhaled his strong, musky scent. The scent guaranteed to make me wet.
I nuzzled his sac, gently suckling each testicle. His lips parted and he began to pant but he said not a word.
My hands now tenderly fondled his balls as my tongue played tribute to his cock. It was about eight inches long and thick, a nice cock for sucking. I suckled the fleshy head barely grazing the sensitive skin with my teeth. He gasped and lifted his hips.
One hand left his balls, my fingers traveling the length of his crack, stopping to tease the puckered flesh of his anus. He tensed as my fingers played and I expected the usual respond when I touch him there. A firm "no" but he stayed silent.
Encouraged, I licked my fingers and repeated the process.
My mouth still paid homage to his cock but I have to admit my mind was now on his ass. This time I pressed firmly against his opening. I didn't penetrate him but I wanted him to think I might.
I let his cock slid out of my mouth with a pop. I met the eyes of my lover. They were dark, hungry and a little wary. We'd been lovers for three years, in all that time he always took the dominate roll in our love life.
I didn't mind, I enjoyed it in fact. There was nothing better than having a strong, dominate male bend you to his will. If I was bad, he spanked me if I was good he spanked me harder. He often used toys, filling one of my holes with his cock and the other with an assortment of vibes and dongs.
Tonight was different though, I sensed it from the moment we touched. Looking into his eyes, I knew it as fact. As much as I loved our sex life lately, I'd wanted to experience what it was to be "The Dom."
I'd read books on the subject. I'd left them lying around where he would be sure to see but he never mentioned them. Obviously, though he'd gotten the message.
He flipped the pillow next to him down and my eyes lit up. Lying against the crisp white sheet was a small dildo, a set of anal beads and a tube of lube.
My eyes flew back to his and he smiled if it was a nervous smile that was to be expected. "I won't hurt you." I promised, I was nearly salivating at the thought of penetrating my lover's virgin ass.
"I trust you." His voice was whiskey rough and just the sound of it made my pussy clench. "Stretch out baby, and let me give you a massage."
He stretch full length on the bed but he still lay on his back. I had to smile. I knew he was nervous, he wasn't ready for penetration but I was in no hurry. I kneaded his arms and chest. He had a thickly muscled chest with just a sprinkling of hair. I plucked at his male nipples until they stood as erect as his cock. I suckled a nipple, swirling my tongue around it. His body was mine to do with, as I wanted.
