Let Her Take Control

"...tonight, you take control," Rory said, his smile as bright as a new penny as he set Alex on the bed. "Whatever you want. However you want me to please you. Tonight, I want to do what makes you happy."

Alex sat on the edge of the bed, her robe awry. Legs parted to show the curls of auburn pubic hair, nipples small and soft had slipped free of their silken confines, the little sash that normally cinched it tight loose about her waist. Rory's eyes drank her body thirstily as she leaned back and craned her head to the side.

In their lovemaking, Alex had always considered herself and Rory equal partners—but in truth, her lover often took the initiative. The first to push his hand down her pants. To lean down and press his mouth against hers for a kiss. His pants were hardly off and he'd have a condom open and be wrapping it around his stiff prick while Alex took off her stockings. Oh, she was happy to spread her legs for him to eat her out, and she Alex barely had to hint that she'd like twenty minutes of oral sex and Rory would be on his knees before her...yet now that she thought of it, even that had been Rory taking the initiative, getting her to be open about wanting sex, and then satisfying her.

"Do you like taking orders?" she asked. "Is this some little BDSM thing?"

"No," Rory said as he stood there. "But I don't want to be...always pushing you into it. Don't want to **** you to say no. I thought you might appreciate a change of pace. Think about what you want, for a change."

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"And if I want to edge you all night and leave you with blue balls?"

His smile didn't fade a millimeter.

"If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad."

Which was enough to make them both laugh. Alex stood up and undid the loose sash, to let the robe slide off of her and onto the floor.

"Well, we won't do that. But if I'm in control, the first thing I'm going to do is strip you stark naked!"

Rory made a move to unbutton his shirt, and Alex grabbed his hands.

"No you don't!" She said with a smile. "I said, I'm going to strip you. Your job, mister, is to stand there and do as you're told."

He let his hands drop to his sides. As opportunistic and full of initiative as Rory could be, Alex also knew that he put great store in honest dealings...an essential during his life was that a real man kept his word. This was all the evidence she needed that he meant it—that she really was in control tonight.

Alex licked her lips as she unbuttoned his short, to reveal a mass of soft, curly hair across the broad working-man's chest, and the little pink nipples half-hidden within. She knew exactly what she wanted.

As her hands slid under his shirt to explore those shoulders, her lips drew down to his nipples. A kiss...and then the way he froze and stopped breathing for a moment as her teeth gently pinched the sensitive little nub sent a warm trickle down Alex's leg. She continued to tease and lick his nipples as she slid his shirt off, worked down to unbutton his pants...and then his prick popped free.

Rory wasn't going to put any male porn stars to shame. His cock could best be described as stubby. Yet Alex loved the way the shaft fit into the palm of her hand. Loved the thickness of it, the way it swelled a little around the middle. There were white scars, teeth marks, just behind the glans from an old girlfriend of his—and there were nights Alex would have gladly clawed her eyes out for that.

Right now, though...

"Shoes and pants off," she said. "On the bed, love. On your hands and knees."

Rory didn't like being told what to do. That was part of the reason he didn't like school. Too many restrictions, too many rules, too many people who thought they were in authority over him. Which is why it really made Alex's heart melt to watch him obey. Put his hard body on display. This wasn't just some kink for him, she could see that in the set of his shoulders, the way his muscles bunched.

This was love.

Her hand slid underneath him. Along that hairy stomach. All the way down until his pubes tickled the flat of her hand. Then Alex let her hand fall to take that dick in hand. So warm, so hard...not one of those men who struggled to stay stiff during sex. Her Rory was always hard for her.

"When you get close," she whispered. "Don't cum. Just tell me."

On her side, her head pressed against his stomach, Alex wrapped her lips over her teeth and took the head of his prick into his her mouth. The familiar flavors assailed her. Clean skin, but a little bit of sweat, a hint of ammonia, that salty tingle as her tongue touched his piss-slit. Alex sucked on the hand and let her hand work the stubby shaft. Not too fast, not too hard.

There was no hurry. Alex took her time, focused on Rory's sensitive glans. Listened to his breathing grow a little faster. The soft sounds he would never tell anyone he made as her free hand rubbed the soft underside of his balls. Her thighs rubbed together as her pussy itched for attention, but Alex didn't touch herself. Not yet. She had a plan...and the heat built and built deliciously. Minutes ticked by, all sense of time gone, the taste of Rory filled Alex's mouth, and she swallowed saliva mixed with precum.

"Alex," he gasped.

With a wet smack, Alex popped his cockhead out of her mouth. She gripped the base of his prick tight and pushed him over onto his back. Her thighs were clammy and wet as she moved over him...but not toward his prick, but toward his face.

"Stay hard," she whispered. "But don't cum. Eat me out first."

Alex pulled her labia apart as she lowered herself down onto his face. This wasn't how they usually played together. Most of the time, she'd be sitting, or on her back, legs spread as he knelt down to taste her. Being on top like this...she wondered how claustrophobic it had to be between her thighs, as her body loomed over her.

Yet his tongue, strong and confident, slid over and over her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat as the bridge of his nose rubbed against her clit. The tongue delved down, into her tunnel. Alex's juices were already overflowing. She hadn't been this excited in a long time. The anticipation built inside of her...and Alex closed her eyes and tried to make it happen. To think about what was going to happen next. What she was going to do to him. Behind her, she could hear Rory fap, to stay hard for her...and maybe that was what sent her over the edge, a few minutes later.

Her thighs trembled against Rory's head. Her small breasts heaved, the moans sped up until they caught in her throat. Alex's nails bit into her palms as her whole body clenched in a moment of incredible release...and then she gasped and sucked in air as the moment passed. Shakily, she pulled away. On her knees, she worked backwards. Grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand off of his cock.

"Condom..." Rory said beneath her...and Alex smiled wider as she looked down at him.

"Not tonight," she said as she his cock dribbled precum over her hand. She grinned savagely as she guided the cock to her sensitive, spit-slick slit...and as she engulfed him Rory tensed.

"Oh...fuck...yes," Alex said with a sigh of utter contentment. The stubby little dick wasn't one of those cervix-smashing monsters from porn. Just thick enough that when Alex bottomed out against those balls, it filled her deliciously. The big-bottomed woman arched her back and rolled her hips. Her fingers combed the hair on Rory's chest...and when she opened her eyes, he looked up at her utterly enraptured by the feeling of her raw cunt.

"But..." his chest heaved, trying to be the practical one.

"Whatever happens tonight," she whispers. "Happens. Okay?"

Rory swallowed hard. On the streets, women tried to trap men with pregnancies. Yet he was so close to cumming already. Alex smiled and grabbed his wrists, guided his hands to her ass.

"I want to feel it inside me, baby," she whispered as she leaned close. Pressed her breasts directly against his hairy chest. Moved back and forth as he groped her buttocks. "I want to feel all that hot jizz pump inside me. No regrets, you understand? Worse comes to worst, maybe we add a nursery room to the house..."

Well, there was nothing for it then. They writhed together, cheek to cheek, breast to breast. His hands clutched her ass like a drowning man clings to a life preserver. Their moans came in unison...and Rory didn't know exactly when he began to cum inside of her. She just felt that extra wetness down there, the heat, the tension, his prick jumped and sputtered, and she could feel the excess ooze out of her cunny.

Alex kept moving until she felt him begin to soften inside of her. Then their rhythm slowed...and she gave a contented sigh. Not from another climax, but just from the feeling of a job well done. She rested against him, her head on his chest, one finger playing with the hair around his left nipple.

"You do want to impregnate me sometime, right?" she said softly.

"You, and no one else," Rory confirmed...and Alex smiled.

"Give me a poem," she said, and waited as he wracked his brain.

If yet I have not all thy love,

Dear, I shall never have it all;

I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,

Nor can intreat one other tear to fall;

And all my treasure, which should purchase thee—

Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters—I have spent.

Yet no more can be due to me,

Than at the bargain made was meant;

If then thy gift of love were partial,

That some to me, some should to others fall,

Dear, I shall never have thee all.