We make a smooth coast up my driveway and stop just short of the garage door. I turn the car off and turn to see your cute profile as you grin while looking down at your petite hands.
"Thanks again for the ride, I really loved getting dinner with you." Your voice is soft yet confident and I can tell that this was not the end of the night.
"Any time Kim, I had a lot of fun. I swear I'm gonna be sore tomorrow from laughing so much? And you definitely picked a great restaurant, way better than the one I chose last week."
"Oh wow I was so nervous you wouldn't like it! I discovered it on a whim a few weeks ago. I just love finding a good hole in the wall." You glance down at your phone. "I guess it's getting kind of late..." you finally look over and stare at me with large expecting dark brown eyes. Your lips curl into the slightest smile. "...but I don't really want to drive home just yet." With full view of your stunning tan face my mind slows down for a second as all I can do is admire your sheer beauty. What an incredible Asian beauty. I take in your straight brown hair as it drapes over your shoulders and complimenting your light brown skin, your thin long eyebrows as they raise above your widening eyes that make you look like you're almost begging me.
"Let's just go inside then." Your lips explode into a huge smile showing your perfect white teeth. I lean over and our lips make contact for the first time. I take a slow deep inhale of your fruity shampoo as my hands find their way around your head and we kiss long and slow, our tongues making gentle forays into each other as a whole night's worth of tension releases, revealing a new form of tension as I felt my dick beginning to perk up at this new type of activity. I start to withdraw my head and you hold on for a moment before reluctantly letting go, your lips appear to reach out for one last second of contact before you admit defeat and draw back, tilting your head down yet staring again with yearning eyes.
"Thank you." The servitude in your voice shocks me. When we agreed to the second date you said you wanted to pick the restaurant and once we were there you did not hesitate to order our meals. It felt nice to lay back and let you take control, but suddenly after one kiss it sounded like I was talking to shy young college freshmen instead of the confident grad student that you are.
We make our way inside. I hold the door open for you as you walk in and immediately follow you. I take a quick glance at your small but round ass outlined in your tight jeans. My arms grab your shoulders, spinning you around and quickly connecting our mouths for a second, deep passionate kiss. You squeeze me close and start grinding against my hips as one hand firmly presses against your lower back. With the other hand my fingers smoothly massage the back of your scalp as I cup your head. We tumble through the living room before falling on the couch.
"I love feeling you squeeze me" you whisper in my ear and send a shiver down the back of my neck, prickling my skin "I want you to control me."
I pull my head back and probe your eyes, seeking your true intention behind such a sexy statement. "Oh, do you like being controlled? Do you like to serve your partner?" I tease. You look back with sincere submission and nod. I pull you back towards me and gently but firmly breathe into your ear "Then keep grinding your soft pussy against my hard, thick cock. I want to feel your wetness through your jeans." You gasp and pause at the sudden vulgarity, we have never spoken in that way in front of each other. Then your movements became even faster and harder as our kissing intensified again. "Mm yess, good girl. Just like I ordered." You start making soft moans with every thrust and I feel the bumps on your skin rise as my hot breath exhales against your neck and I start gently biting your earlobe.
After several minutes I slow you down and start feeling my way up your thigh. "Let's see how good you did." I reach your crotch and started rubbing your pussy through your jeans. Your moaning intensifies but I abruptly stop. "Hmm, it definitely feels warm, but I don't think it's wet enough."
"I'm sorry, I am so hot right now. These jeans are thick."
"I know they are. But you said you wanted me to control you right?" You nod. "And that means you must do as I say, does it not?" You pause and look at me for a second with wide eyes and some playful disappointment.
"Yes, yes it does."