Setting the Pace

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Dinner was great, at least I guess it was. My plate was mostly empty when I paid the check. A faint taste remained on my tongue, but I honestly don't even recall what I ordered.

Sitting across from you in our favorite restaurant, there in our dark little corner booth that we claimed so long ago on our very first date, my focus was on things other than my meal. Your eyes had caught my attention when you walked in. Captivating as always, but different somehow.

There seemed to be more emotion in them, a longing, almost a need, seemed to cloud them as you smiled at me in greeting and leaned in to gently kiss my cheek. Warm lips, providing just a hint of the contact that I crave each time I'm around you. The familiar scent of vanilla lingering on my shirt, even after we had taken our seats.

The first sip of wine was nice. It was a good vintage. Our small talk was the usual recounting of our day and its problems.

I was struggling to keep my end of the conversation up. My focus was still on that look you had. Even the movements of your lips seemed more intentional, accentuated, and my imagination was beginning to tease with thoughts one shouldn't entertain in public.

I wonder now if I had been having that same effect on you, because as the evening progressed, your eyes became even more enticing. I couldn't look away, except for the distraction of watching you as you nibbled at your food, your lips practically teasing me with each bite. The waiter arrived and asked if there would be anything else, and it was all I could do to answer.

Your foot had found my inner thigh and was caressing lazy circles as you looked innocently across the table while I fumbled for my card. We got up to leave and as I followed you out, the way your dress accentuated your curves and the sway of your hips made me thankful to be headed home. Intentional or not, your very being tonight called to me in a way that soon could no longer be denied.

The ride home was torture. Had we not been in separate cars, I doubt we would have made it. Some unlit corner of a parking lot would have found us locked together and frantic like we were in high school.

It wouldn't have been ideal, but the primal urge that you sparked in me would certainly have been too overwhelming. You had already made your way inside by the time I got up the walkway. My thoughts were swirling with exactly what I wanted to do once I caught up to you.

I came through the door, locking it behind me and didn't even notice you leaning against the arm of the couch until I had turned back around. That evil little smirk on your face stopped me in my tracks, and suddenly all my plans were gone. I was a blank slate for you.

I drank in the sight of you. Your beautiful thighs disappearing under your little green dress, your shoulders and collarbone now bare as you slid the straps of your dress seductively down your arms. I couldn't move, was merely a spectator as the dress that had been hugging your amazing body now slowly slid down it, over supple legs and onto the floor.

You stepped out of it and made your way to me, your hands running up my chest as your body fused with mine. I could feel your nipples through my shirt and marvel at how hard they were without even being touched. Your lips found mine hungrily and your tongue demanded my attention, darting out to tease my lower lip and fan the flames higher.

It was a raw, hungry, demanding kiss that made the look in your eyes earlier make sense. You had been wanting this all day at the very least, and now that desire was being uncoiled. Frantic hands tearing at my shirt, then finding the belt and zipper of my pants to remove them, I barely shrugged the shirt off and you were on your knees.

My cock had been rock hard through our entire evening thanks to you, but now it felt as if it would simply explode without release. God's the look you gave me, your eyes meeting mine as you placed one hand around me and guided my entire length past your lips all at once. Normally you lick the tip, run your fingers lightly over my shaft, tease me before at last taking me in your mouth.

Not this time. You took me in fully, I felt the head bump the back of your throat and I shivered. Your tongue was playing at the underside but you weren't moving yet, just making eye contact with me, my dick filling your mouth completely.

I don't ever remember wanting you more than I did in that moment. Not sure if it was the look on my face or the sudden realization that I was at your mercy, but I felt you grin around my base. Your tongue flexed to squeeze me in your warm mouth and you began to slowly bob and twist your head a bit, sucking and slurping while your hands found their way to my hips and held me still.

My hands twisted in your hair but that was only decorative, you were setting the pace. It felt as if I were hovering over our bodies, with each dart of your tongue I practically saw my own eyes roll back. Your pace was quickening and one of your hands left me to snake its way down between your legs.

Fuck, I could hear how wet you were as you rubbed your clit in time to the movement of your head. Your whimpers and moans reverberated through my body, each one pressing me nearer to release. Again, I felt you take me as far in as my straining cock would go, this time holding me there and greedily constricting your tongue and throat, as if coaxing me over the edge.

But this wasn't where I wanted to finish, I wasn't going to let you have the final say. A low growl, so raspy I could hardly recognize it as mine escaped through clenched teeth. My hands resting gently against your head now grasped your hair, it was my turn.

I pulled you up, your hands fell limply to your sides with a shocked gasp and I drugged you harshly up the length of my body. I claimed your mouth, forced your lips apart with my tongue. The faint taste of sweat and my own flavor on your lips tore free any restraint that lingered in my conscious mind.

No longer were you in a position to tease or set the pace. This was visceral need, blinding and feral. Your sole reason for being at this moment and for the next moments to come was my release.

Without warning or tenderness, my hand reasserted its grip in your flowing hair and jerked your head back to expose soft flesh on your neck. This was the first spot that I would mark you, claim my territory. You cried out and a flash of concern stunned me out of my fervor, but disappeared just as quickly when I felt your hips grind the flawless skin of your stomach roughly against my cock.

My teeth wrecked over your collarbone and desire, perhaps even instinct, pulled a reactive thrust from me. I released your hair to trail my hands downward. It was time.

As my hands found your delicious ass, you again tried to grind against me, but that was no longer enough. Your legs wrapped around my waist without instruction. You knew what was coming as I supported your weight and lifted you.

Another growl when your soaked lips slid from the bottom of my cock to the tip. Without guidance, I found your entrance and pulled you mercilessly down onto me, hilting myself in one motion and forcing your eyes wide as you adjusted to me. I turned and found my way back to lean against the couch arm, somehow in spite of the blood thumping in my ears, the lust clouding my vision.

In one final attempt to regain some scrap of control, you found the couch with your knees and attempted to move, to ride me, but my strength and the resolve to own you were simply too much. I gripped your hips. No doubt there would be finger-shaped marks adorning your side for days.

You bit your lower lip, intoxicated with the thrill of being completely manhandled for my pleasure. I began moving you in circles, still buried as deeply inside you as I could be, yet seemingly just still not deep enough, fingernails clawing my back, your body shuddering, the walls of your cunt hungrily clenching with each movement. I knew that you wanted to scream, but no sound would come out.

My mouth again found yours and I began to bounce you as if you were a fleshlight, a toy to rail and use and fill with my seed. You mimicked our motion with your tongue. I felt teeth on my lower lip, nipping urgently, your hot breath coming quickly, hips straining to buck and writhe but without success.

You had unlocked Pandora's box, loosed the monster, and there was no regaining the upper hand. Slamming you down onto me, I heard the gasps, almost sobs now as I threatened to split you in two. You wanted this.

All evening you had driven us down a dark road, knowing where it might lead. Now I was taking what is mine, and the needy little slut inside you fucking loved it. Without even a break in rhythm, I spun you and pinned you onto the cushions of the couch.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together drove me even harder, faster, the helpless look and absolute lust in your eyes goaded me on. The dress, the coy looks, the perfume heightening the anticipation was now being rewarded, all of the thought and preparation and games culminating in a desperate, filthy, unbridled fuck. I lost count of how many times your body shook, racked with orgasm after orgasm, and I didn't give a damn.

You were never again going to question whose you were, and as I emptied myself inside you, I felt you once more convulse against me. The smell of sweat and sex hanging in the air and the sensation of our intermingled cum leaking past my still-engorged cock was precisely what you had wanted. In the end, I will always set the pace.