Taing Control

The cool air hardened her nipples and sent a shiver down her spine as she delicately removed her dress shirt. She arched her back and reached behind her to remove her lace bra. She sighed and gently massaged her breasts, grateful to be free of a bra for the rest of the evening. Her breasts were quite large, and wearing a bra could be painful at times.

She unzipped her black skirt pulling it down her tanned legs. She was already excited about her plans tonight, even though she still had two hours to wait. She pulled off her thong and set it on top of the rest of her neatly folded clothes.

Examining herself in the mirror, she was impressed with herself tonight. Not always the most confident, she sometimes had problems feeling sexy, but tonight her tan skin looked inviting, her curvy hips were just the right size and her large breasts looked perky and delicious. She was eager to be touched.

She thought of last night and traced her fingertips down her body and to her hairless mound. She let out a soft moan as she thought of the way he had taken her. The way he couldn't even wait for her to get undressed, he had pushed the top half of her body over the kitchen counter, pulled her skirt up roughly, tore her black panties and shoved his thick cock inside her, pawing at her melons through her blouse. They both loved it when he did that. She squirmed and clenched her eyes shut at the pain of his trespass, but the pain was part of the pleasure. She loved feeling the weight of his body on top of her, her breasts mashed against the cold surface of the counter. She loved hearing his moans as he slid in and out of her tight cunt.

Jayden was now weak at the knees, as her fingers rubbed her clitoris while she thought about their typical sexcapades. She loved being used by him, being his whore, but tonight things would go differently.

Jayden reluctantly stopped rubbing her clit and went into the small bathroom to clean up. She was already sopping wet, and didn't want to be a slippery mess when he got home. She then slid the silk dress, carefully selected for this evening, over her nude body.

The ankle-length dress was a shimmering forest green. The combination of the dress's color and her long curly red hair made her look like a medieval princess, who had lost her crown. The gown had a long slit running up both sides of the dress exposing most of her thighs. The fabric was gathered at her breasts, cutting across them right above her nipples. The soft fabric teased her skin when she moved. She knew she would be on fire by the time her boyfriend arrived home.

Jayden had to literally sit on her hands while she waited for him, so she wouldn't give into the temptation and ferociously fuck herself to climax. She heard the elevator sound in the hallway, and rose to be waiting by the front door. Another shiver, this one of anticipation, shook through her spine. She hid her smile as the front door opened.

She could tell by the look on his face she had surprised him. As his eyes looked her up and down, she didn't give him time to react. Instead, she quickly pressed her body against his, forcing him backwards against the closed front door.

She clasped his hands in hers and lifted both of their arms above their heads, against the door.

He was too shocked at her boldness to assume his traditional dominant role, and she took advantage. She kissed up his neck, licking along his jaw line. She nibbled his earlobe, and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, I'm in charge."

She touched his lips with her tongue, but refused to kiss him. She let go of his hands, and ran her hands underneath his T-shirt. Her nails lightly scratched his chest. She squeezed his nipples while she licked and sucked on his neck. She could feel his cock harden in his pants.

His moaned her name and giggled as she brought her hands to his sides to tickle him a bit. He tried to kiss her, longing for their tongues to touch, but she pulled away, not allowing him to take the lead. She pulled his shirt up, forcing him to raise his arms to let her remove it completely. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His cock jutted out from his body, tenting his boxers. She carefully removed, them as well, without touching his cock. She could see precum already forming at the tip. She bent down and delicately licked the droplet off. His hands moved to the back of her head. He wanted more than just the one lick, but she stoop up quickly, rubbing her body against his so he could feel the softness of the silk.

She led him to the couch, and knelt in front of him on the ground. She ran her nails over his thighs, and then her tongue, avoiding this cock completely. She then, slowly, gently, lifted his cock to his stomach and licked his scrotum, before running her tongue up the underside of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, before moving upwards to suck his nipples.

First her mouth encircled his right nipple, with her right hand squeezing the other. Then she switched. As she kissed up his chest, she rose to straddle him, her breasts falling out of her dress, her hard nipples rubbing against his bare chest. She moaned his name into his ear, grabbed his thick cock and rubbed it up and down her sopping slit. She was teasing both him and herself now. Her body shook with anticipation. Her breasts heaved as she panted. How she wanted him.

She hovered above him, his cock pointed toward her entrance. He raised his hips in an effort to get inside her, but she, again, refused to let him take the lead.

"Just one more thing, Love," she whispered into his ear. "I haven't been taking my birth control."

As she uttered the last word, she sank down on him, his cock impaling her completely in one swift moment. She groaned as she rose up and just as quickly sat back down for the second time. That's all it took. He grabbed her hips and kept her upon him.

He groaned her name as he erupted inside of her, his seed flooding her womb. She came when he did, her pussy spasming around his cock, milking it for every last bit of sperm.

They clutched onto each other as they both recovered, panting and sweaty. He gently laid her on the couch, and lied down behind her, cupping her breasts with his large hands. He kissed her sweetly behind her earlobe, and they both drifted into a post-orgasm, blissfully satisfied sleep.