Can you fill up my glass, please?

“Whew! What's in this drink?” she said with a laugh.

“I'm sorry?” I offered, reaching out to take the glass.

“No, I mean... let's have some more,” she suggested, nodding toward the bottle on the coffee table.

“Certainly,” I smiled, reaching for the bottle. “But I don't want to be seen as taking advantage of you.”

“Ron, that's very sweet,” she replied. “And normally I'm not as forward as I'm feeling right now. But at the moment, I believe I am on the verge of taking advantage of you. I simply don't know why my body is reacting the way it is.” Well, I guess I knew why. Even without the commands, her hormones had been primed and running on high all afternoon, and I had been the object of those desires. Even without the commands, she was feeling the physical craving that was also at work in me.

“Well, I was going to say that I feel we have real chemistry, but...”

“I would agree that is the case,” she interrupted, “in more ways than one.” With that, her foot went up my leg and didn't stop until it had reached my crotch. Running the tips of her toes along my hardened length, she grinned, “Seems you agree.”

Choosing my words carefully so that there were no commands, I asked, “Are we ready to stop putting off the inevitable?”

Sandra looked up at the clock, then down at the wine. Setting her glass aside, she began unbuttoning her blouse. “Absolutely,” she stated.

The couch creaked as she climbed on top of me, the bare skin of our chests finally pressing together. Her lips and mouth tasted of sweet wine, and everywhere I touched on her body was smooth and sensitive. Goosebumps appeared along her arms as I teased her nipples with my tongue.

With a grunt of frustration, Sandra broke contact and stood up. She quickly doffed her skirt and then began tugging at my slacks until the fell to the floor. Her eyes glanced towards the hallway, and I agreed. The couch had finished its usefulness for now. A bed was needed.

Her panties left us in the hallway but were not left alone. My boxers were but a step away. Had they the ability to hear, they would have known from the sounds in the bedroom that I tasted Sandra's beautiful brown pussy for as long as it took to drive her arousal to release twice over. I would have continued if she desired it, but as she panted from her second orgasm she simply gasped, "Inside. Please."

It was less of an invitation than a command, and I happily obeyed. Sandra was tight and wet, and her back arched as I entered her, pushing her nipples towards me. I immediately welcomed them into my space with kisses and nibbles. I intended to begin slowly, but Sandra did not agree. As soon as I was seated deeply inside her, she began pushing up at me. "Move. Move. Oh God, make me feel it deep," she was chanting. "It's been... it's been a long time," she confessed. "I don't usually... I mean, I've never, not with... you know. Don't think think I'm... It's just that..."

No, I didn't know. But I guessed she was not very sexually active and didn't want me to think she was in the habit of making wild, passionate love on the first date. Little did she know that she had some prompting in that department. Even if the commands were removed, she was still probably highly aroused from a day of anticipation with me as the object.

"I'm almost ready to..." I started to warn her.

Sandra groaned in response. My command had been to think about how good it would feel for me to come deep inside her when she was powerless to resist. That command was removed, but she had no doubt been thinking about it.

"You shouldn't" she hissed, still pushing up at me with her hips and trying to capture my tongue with her lips.

"Shouldn't?" I asked.

"Bad idea," she whispered. "Horrible idea. Terrible timing. I don't know what I was thinking, letting you... like this... I've never... and I'm not..."

My thrusts and her gasps prevented sentences and thoughts from finishing. But as for me, I was certainly going to be finishing. Soon. but I had to give her the choice. The whole point was that I couldn't **** her or compel her. This had to be the real thing.

Without warning, I threw my weight to the side and rolled onto my back, bringing Sandra with me. I gripped her hips and had her move up and down. "Your call," I informed her. "I'm close. Finish me however you..."

Not letting me complete the thought, Sandra rolled us back, and I was once again on top of her. "I can't stop you," she declared. "Do what you want. Use me!" I didn't know if that was a genuine desire or the remnants of my command from before. I also, at that point, didn't care.

"Oh, FUCK!" I shouted. Three more thrusts into her tightness was all it took. After the third, I didn't pull back. Sandra was without doubt the most beautiful and sensual woman I had ever been with. That thought alone magnified the intensity of my release. I filled her like the future of our species depended on it.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," Sandra intoned, almost in time with the pulses of my release inside her. "You're doing it," she whispered, gazing up at me.

We kissed tenderly as we both caught our breath. Sandra gently urged me off her and began rubbing her pussy. I offered my own hand, which she directed to her clit. Together we brought her to one more small orgasm, and I kissed all up and down her back as she shook with pleasure.

Once we had cleaned up and settled back into bed, I spooned up behind her and cradled her body in my arms. "Staying the night?" I asked.

"Only if you won't think less of me for it," she answered.

"Not a chance," I yawned, leading us both towards a well-earned slumber.