I Want To Be On Top

Pace increasing now. His hips thrusting into me more and more. Taking me stroke by stroke and building not just in speed but in power as his grip tightened even harder and he started to pull me onto him.

I can’t quite place the moment it shifts but it definitely does. Somewhere along the way we go from making love which is all gentle caresses and soft stroking to something else, to something that it all ragged need and building power.

We shift from making love to fucking, and god I didn’t know how much I needed that.

I didn’t really realize just how much I needed to be taken by him, to be held down and feel every ounce of power that he could offer to me. To lose that ability to feel every inch of him in favor of something blurry and inconsistent. Something that it all thrusting **** as he tightens and pulls and pumps all at the same time.

We’re not separate at that point. Not just him on top of me pumping into me. He’s dragging me onto him and so I get the message and start to adjust my body until I’m moving and putting just as much effort into this as he is. We’re building together then, the two of us fucking our bodies into the other until we are just pounding against one another and the pleasure blurs into the mix of pain as my senses roll over into overdrive.

All I can do is lose myself in it. Hearing the sounds of his ragged breath and feeling it tickle my skin as he pulls closer to me. Hearing my own cries like the chirrups of some unknown bird one moment and then the shifting wails of a woman lost to her own pleasure the next.

The sounds of our bodies too. The wet slap of skin on skin as he pumps and pounds until I feel everything blur and I rush through it, losing everything.

Shaking. Trembling. Feeling it build.

The heat and the fire in my belly spreading out down rivers that run through my body. Liquid hot heat pumping through my veins and making me tense and then relax in rapid succession and feeling something, something I never realized was waiting out there for me.

Feeling not a climax but a rush of pleasure so similar I might have mistaken it for one if not for the fact that I’d cum multiple times in this body before. The sensations were all there including the rush of heat, the sensation of rising, the falling afterwards and all the rest of it but it wasn’t quite that. It wasn’t quite the blast that a traditional climax was.

It was something else.

Because it just didn’t stop. It didn’t stop and it didn’t fall for long before it was rising again. And the whole time I was suspended in the pleasure of it as his ragged pumping and pounding rhythm pushed me higher and higher and higher.

Higher than I’d ever been before.

God there was no up or down in this dreamscape of mine but I felt like he was on top and I didn’t want that anymore. The pleasure pumping through my veins had unleashed new life in me and motivated me and I wanted to try something now.

If this was my dream then I was in control and if this was my pleasure then I wanted more from it. I wanted to feel him on me and in me but I wanted… I wanted…

I wanted to be on top.

And so with a burst of effort I didn’t shift the two of us but instead shifted my perspective and told myself and the dream and the rules that were around us that I was in charge and so up was down and down was up and he was thrusting into me right now, from above. He was holding me down.

And then he wasn’t.

Then he was on his back and I was leant low over him and I smiled, pushing my hands into that firm chest of his and pushing upwards until I was straddling him and he was on his back and I was the one in charge now.

Stretching tall and languid, I began to move.

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