She had always loved to see that particular action…the fingers grabbing the sheets, her beloved wrestling with total loss of control. Making love, having sex…fucking…should ALWAYS be like that, she thought, else why bother? To see a MAN grabbing the sheets…THAT was priceless! It meant his lover knew how to take him to the edges of his control, to strip it away from him, to leave him wanting, needing, hungering…lost in the moment.
THIS man was on his belly, his legs spread wide, his lover’s hands kneading his muscled flesh, cupping his tender sac, sending that finger just far enough to touch HIS special spot, a hungry tongue licking his sweating skin, teasing the crease between his tightly-muscled butt cheeks. She could almost hear the groan that tore from his throat, deep – a growl really – as he was tortured and tormented and exquisitely loved. She could hear his hisses as his lover worked his prostate, winding him up, building the scream he soon would not be able to contain, as his ball sac tightened, and he felt the orgasm building and raging up his spine, filling his aching cock which he fought to stop himself from grinding into the soft sheets under him.
She closed her eyes for just a moment, to savor the sexual high that she felt building in her own blood at the sight before her, and then opened them as he began to shout out his climax. His ecstasy was excruciatingly beautiful, wild, sensual, driving her own need to have him. She watched his fingers tighten on the sheets, saw his eyes close in tortured pleasure, heard him call her name. That was always her cue to take over, to take him, to make him hers…again.
She turned to look at the one who had thus prepared him for her, and with an almost imperceptible nod, relieved her proxy lover.
“Turn over,” she ordered him, her voice hoarse with the strength of her own arousal.
She loved this game that he let her play with him, and she knew that he loved it too, because it pleased her. He did anything she asked, because he wanted to please her. And when she was pleased, he was pleasured beyond anything he could possibly imagine. Today, after she rode him to her own first climax, she would show him the depth and strength of her love for him. He had no idea how well loved he would be today, and from now on.
Her proxy watched as she straddled him.
“Keep your eyes closed, and your hands in the sheets, my love!” she whispered, because she couldn’t speak more loudly if her life depended on it.
When she slid her wet center down over his still raging erection, she saw the muscles of his belly clench, saw his fingers once more wrestle with the sheets, saw his eyes roll beneath the closed lids. and felt the jerk of his cock, a breath away from unloading his seed inside her.
“Hold on to me, now, lover mine, but don’t come till I say!”
She squeezed him inside her, trying at once to help him keep control, and to arouse him past fever pitch. His tormented groan rocked her, and his upward plunge shook her to her core. She leaned over and bit him hard where his neck joined his shoulder.
“Not until I give you leave, my love!” she said, her tone admonishing. “I promise, it will be soon!”
He gasped when she rocked herself on his hard rod. He growled when she raised herself almost completely off him. He groaned again when she slid back down his length, seating him inside her to his balls.
“Ah, fuck!” he said, his fingers tight in the sheets. She had had the foresight to use a stronger cloth this time, as the last time he had shredded the sheets with his bare hands.
She chuckled, a shaky sound at best, given her own aroused state, his cock jerking inside her.
“I’ll let you fuck me soon enough, my love! Let me fuck you now, okay?”
She leaned down to kiss him, sucking his tongue deep inside her hot mouth, and whispered,
“Look at me now, my love!”
He opened his eyes, and stared into hers, and the emotions she saw swirling in their depths almost unseated her.
“I love you too, my darling!” she answered his look. “With all of me!”
She began to move…