Instantly he released my hands, which had been pinned this whole time. At the same time he sat up erect and watched me. "Do it now," he said, almost hissing, having brought me to a point of desperation.
And, just as he wanted, my hands flew to the almost dripping wetness between my legs, and I eased the pain, hips rocking, fingers fumbling, biting down on my lower lip without realizing it. He watched me with his bright, hard eyes, like I had never been watched before—I felt he let no movement go unnoticed, no small emission of sound go unheard.
He had set me up ruthlessly and I was just about to climax, my face twisting and eyes just about to roll, when he seized my two hands and wrenched them over my head once more. The knot in my body, not yet unraveled, was at its highest pitch, and all my wanting tumbled out of my mouth in a loud cry.
He stemmed it with his own mouth, gulped my scream. Suddenly he was on top of me, laid out against my writhing body, his bare chest against my heaving one, the cloth of his pants rough against my legs and my sensitive crotch. He released my hands, and I was unbuttoning him frantically, and he was kissing, sucking, biting my neck and chest and tugging my hair back, scratching my stomach and cupping my breasts. His knee dug between my legs and I arched back from the pleasure, but by this time I had his swollen erection in my hand and was guiding it blindly into me.
It was what he had wanted. At fever pitch I guided him into me, and he gave in with all the satisfaction of delay and total control. He glided in slickly and filled me, and I climaxed immediately. I cried out and he moaned.
With deliberate pleasure, he breathed into my ear, "My turn." He waited until the waves subsided, and then began to fuck me. His tight stomach rippled with the effort of control, and he moved in me rhythmically, ruthlessly, each thrust entering me to the fullest point and then exiting, taking all of me with him and then giving me back to myself. I felt the heat rising in my chest. Each time he seemed to be going deeper, touching a part of me I hadn't known could be so sweetly rich—further and further, harder and harder.
And what was greater than the pleasure was the power, and the pleasure of power. I had never known a thing—the power that he had to flick my pain and pleasure around like two flimsy, obedient whips—and simultaneously the power he was granting me, my taut body, in swallowing him and bringing him to what was also for him the greatest pleasure he had experienced to date.
We came simultaneously.
