"Please goddess," he looks up at me with deep brown eyes set in an older but pleasant face.
I care to much thinking to myself about all the men that I lay under with that same wanton face. I had given power on days when I could barely muster breath. Now I was exploring the new and this man was along for the ride completely open and maybe even a little needy.
I press my toes into the taunt fabric of his crouch. There is no second guessing here. He knows that I am pure strength. Even weak I am above him. I find his lips now and stare eye to eye. Moaning into him and through him. I am above him.
"You may touch me," I say releasing something in him that allows fingers to find my waist.
"You are beautiful, "he fuels flames long dead.
"I know," I respond taking his finger to my lips and sucking.
My teasing motion tenses him. He pushes hips into my groin.
"Don't move," I whisper to his ears commanding a freeze that is so instantaneous that I almost fall off.
I love all of it and I'm soaking through my panties my needs are being met in a way so different than I had ever expected. He is like a knight to my queen the way he pulses into me. He is not weakness because I am not weakness.
I stand pulling panties away and revealing myself. I drag my soaking wet peach along his tummy until I find his crotch. A little bit of spittle plays against his lips and corners of his mouth. He begs with eyes and he tries to beg with fingers, but I stop him.