He decided to really up the ante next time. It seemed she really liked the idea of giving control over to him, that it turned her on as well as him. The next night, after dinner, they moved to the bedroom. He decided that as much as she might like the path they were on, he needed to even it up a little bit. He laid her down, spending time kissing her neck, while his hands played with her nipples-squeezing, pinching. She moved under him, murmuring, "I need your mouth on them." He quickly obliged, moving his mouth to her hard nipples, sucking, biting, moving his teeth over him. This was clearly turning her on. His hand moved down between her thighs, sliding underneath her now wet panties and inside her pussy. She was so wet. He moved back and forth, from nipple to nipple as his fingers began moving in and out of her. The little noises she made told him he was doing a good job and her hips were beginning to move as well. Eventually he couldn't wait any longer and moved his mouth down her stomach, pulled her panties to the side, and began to kiss her pussy. Her hips continued to buck, thrusting herself up to meet his mouth. He loved the way she tasted and could spend all night tasting her, but he wanted to see how she'd respond to another escalation.
He looked up at her, she was breathing heavily, and said "It's time you tasted me". She nodded, quickly and eagerly, but instead of simply changing positions like they had in the past, he moved over her, straddled her, nearly sitting on her chest. Her eyes opened wide but she did not tell him to stop. He grabbed her hair, pulled it so she was looking up at him. He told her that he was going to fuck her face, and she was going to take it without a word. She nodded and he, roughly, moved her mouth down to take him in. However, his position, with some of his weight on her, meant she could not move that much. He was completely in control. He would decide how hard, how fast. He roughly shoved his cock into her mouth and she took it. She had little choice. He began to fuck her mouth, something he would not even have thought possible just a few weeks before. At least, not like *this*. He slid his cock out, slick with her saliva, and began to stroke it. Not 3 inches in front of her face. Her eyes followed the movement. His left hand grabbed her hair, positioned her mouth to lick underneath his balls, wondering if this would be the line. It wasn't as her mouth quickly went to work, as he continued to stroke his cock, knowing he was going to come soon.
He moved her mouth back to his cock, thrusting over and over, both hands on her head, holding her mouth still. He knew he was going to come soon and said so. She had swallowed his come many times before, but he decided to take a chance-he told her he was close and again slid out of her mouth, taking his cock in his hand and stroking-pumping up and down. She had to know what he intended and she did not seem bothered at all. He began to go faster, as he was so close now. He adjusted his position slightly and left little doubt as to his intentions. She opened her mouth and closed his eyes and he began to come. It sprayed into her mouth, her face, her neck, even into her hair. As he finished he was breathing heavily and could only whisper, "Oh my God" that was amazing. He was silent and he braced for her response-knowing what she said next would likely decide it this ever happened again. If this was a one time thing, or perhaps the start of something new.
"It's about fucking time."
