Frank and I were enjoying our new relationship. All new relationships are all about having lots of sex, lots of really good sex. Frank and I were certainly no exception to this rule. Frank made sure of that! I had no difficulty in coming to terms with the difference in our ages. This was in no small part to Frank's amazing physical condition. He was fit, trim, strong, energetic (especially in bed) but he was twenty years older than me. However, we never had reason to talk about it. He had a gorgeous body and was a superb lover.
After our first Sunday afternoon fuck-fest we both knew that we wanted more of each other. He seemed to be in admiration of my body as much as I was of his. Judging by the delightful attention he gave my body in bed I was certain that this was true. He seemed to just take over and guide me through our terrific love-making sessions. He had spent three weekends here at my house and I one weekend at his apartment.
On his third visit we were on my bed naked within 5 minutes of his arrival and following some very enjoyable oral work on me, Frank mounted me and I was eager to receive his cock into my very wet and willing pussy. As he mounted me I put my arms above my head on the bed. Frank had just eased himself beautifully inside me, and there he halted.
"Hmmm, what made you put your arms up there?" he asked me, his cock fully in me and I craving him to fuck me.
"I'm not sure really. It's just that sometimes you pin my arms down like that I suppose." I replied still eager for him to get on and fuck my brains out.
"And do you like that my darling?"
"Yes, I think I do like it."
"And what is it about me doing it that you like?"
"I'm not entirely sure. It seems like you have taken charge, taken control. Like I have somehow surrendered my body to you."
"How does it feel when I take control, how does it feel to you? Do you like it?"
"Yes I do. I like it very much." I could feel the walls of my pussy surrounding his cock, and I could feel it throb as we spoke. Like he was getting more and more excited by our untimely (to me at least) conversation. The sensation of feeling him throb as we spoke was by no means unpleasant.
"What is it about me doing that you enjoy best?"
"I like the feeling of having no control, but when you pin my arms down like that you seem to fuck me much harder, with more energy, determined that I am going to take it on your terms. It feels like you want to fuck me into next week! Really, really fuck my brains out!"
"And that excites you?" He was by now easing in and out of my quivering pussy, but unbelievably slowly. As he did this, I could feel myself becoming even deeper in need of him to fuck me. My body was screaming for him to ravish me. But he continued his slow-motion movements of his cock. Pining my arms down onto the bed, using more of his weight. I felt him retract his cock almost fully and hold it there just on the cusp of the entrance of my pussy. My brain and body were now in turmoil, needing the "fix" that only Frank and his cock could give me.
"So then, my darling Tess, am I to understand that you enjoy me fucking you really hard?"
I had hardly uttered the word Yes, when he thrust his cock really hard and deep into me. I gave a cry of pleasure feeling him so deeply inside me. Again very, very slowly withdrawing his cock to the entrance of my pussy.
"Oh yes, my love, you do like me slamming my cock into you, don't you?" I nodded my head.
"Pardon. I didn't hear that."
"Yes!" Once again he gave a forceful thrust as I spoke the word, hardly getting the word from my mouth. Yet again withdrawing slowly.
"You know Tess, I had a feeling that you did like me taking you, using your body to please mine. Is that true?"
"Ye....." THRUST
"I'm sorry, what was that you said?"
"Ye....." THRUST
"Mmmm I've taken control again haven't I Tess, I'm controlling your pleasure. Aren't I?"
"Y......" THRUST
"You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want me to FUCK! you very hard?"
As the word fell from my lips he took up a forceful pace and drove his cock into me again and again. His cock penetrating me and driving me on towards sexual bliss.
"Lift your legs up around my waist. I want to go inside you deeper, much deeper."
I obeyed him, and true to his word he did plough into me deeper. He began to give me six hard, deep thrusts, followed by six very slow, but equally deep ones. Alternating between hard, deep penetrations and microscopically slow ones. I could feel the raw power of his body, the very potent and addictive energy he was directing into me from his cock. Thrust after amazing thrust took me higher and higher until I felt myself falling. Falling into a place I had not been before. I was fully aware of the huge orgasm that was sending wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure into every cell of my body. All I could see was a kaleidoscope of colour, a warmth enveloping me. The sensation of being weightless and drifting featherlike on a summer breeze.
I awoke from this haze of body shaking, orgasmic heaven. Expecting to find Frank still on top of me. He was however, stood in wonderful nakedness by the bed with two glasses of cold wine.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" I asked him with a trembling voice. My head still spinning and hazy.
"One tries to please."
Every fibre of my body was alive to every sensation it had ever felt. My skin hyper-sensitive. Shakily I pushed myself up into a sitting position. Handing me a glass of wine Frank said
"Drink this, I think you need it."
I took the glass from him and immediately he had to retrieve it from me. My hand was shaking so much.
"What the ACTUAL fuck did you just do to me, Frank? And don't give me that bollocks about 'One tries to please' shit. Did you drug me?"
"How on Earth could I have drugged you? This is our first drink! And we were in bed so fast I would not have been able to do anything. I just used an oriental technique of love-making that I once read about and have used before. Although I must say, never, never to such a wildly successful extent."
He got back into bed, and sitting by my side he put his arm around me. I was now coming back down from an amazing high. We talked about what had happened. I told him about feeling like I had left my body, or my body had become just some kind of energy and had lost it's physical form. I explained it rather more incoherently. But eventually we both understood.
"If I may, can I take our conversation back a yard? When I was asking you if you enjoyed being pinned down, you said that you did. I asked if you liked me to take control, you said that you did. After what just happened do you still mean that?"
"Well, yes I suppose I do. I like it when you are masterful, and when I feel you become very excited and more energetic, I seem to feed off of it and I get a stronger orgasm."
Frank then knelt and pulled me down the bed, kissing my body all over. He then made wonderfully tender and caring love to me. We got up and went down to the kitchen together. Both of us happy in our nakedness. Our bodies still glowing from the pleasurable sex we had had together.
"Oh damn! I have to go round to the shop, I'm almost out of wine!" I confessed, not wanting to get dressed again, revelling in our naked state.
"Oh that's fine, I've got lots at home, I'll nip back and get it while you cook. There's something I want to get anyway." With that he began picking up his clothes from the floor and stairs. A trail of hurriedly discarded clothes we had left in our wake during our urgency to get each other into bed.
