A Summer to Remember(45)
I arched myself against him and when his mouth sought out my clit, I couldn’t breathe as his tongue made lazy circles over the hardened nub of flesh just before his lips wrapped around the pearl and sucked hard.
My nipples brushed against the soft cotton and every part of me slowly began to come undone as he licked and suckled on my clit, two fingers buried inside me caressing my G-spot, until I came in a wonderful series of pleasure that were much too delicious for me to keep all to myself.
I shouted out my orgasm and he flipped me over before he kissed me deeply yet again and slowly coaxed me onto his lap where his cock lay pressed flat against his stomach. His manhood looked massive at that moment and intimidating.
Paul would never hurt me and in so many words with those gorgeous eyes of his, he was asking me to take the lead.
I grabbed his cock and began to pump it up and down inside my hands before I looked him squarely into the eyes and wondered out loud, “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”
“Drive you crazy, of course.” He smiled and it was slightly crooked yet genuine all the same. “I always want you to be satisfied when we make love and one of my favorite sexual past times is exploring the beautiful part of you between your legs. These aren’t too bad either.”
He grabbed my breasts with both hands and began to tongue the left nipple before slipping it completely into his mouth and biting down ever so gently. The pressure of his cock against me and what he had decided to do with his hands and mouth were on the verge of driving me mad with anticipation.
The man was utterly brilliant when it came to pleasing me sexually and although that was an important aspect of a relationship, it certainly wasn’t everything.
I was just as comfortable with Paul when we had our long conversations or took walks in the Central Park, holding one another’s hand and looking for a greasy hotdog vendor or sneaking in cones of vanilla ice cream before dinner. He truly did everything right and I couldn’t imagine us being a part ever again. I was his and he was mine.
My fingers caressed that hard, aching male part of him again before I planted my legs on either side of his body and pushed down hard on his manhood. He filled me completely and the feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced with a man before him and knew it would never happen with another.
Our bodies took on a natural rhythm where we began to meet one another in a battle of will and thrusts determined to drive one another crazy with lust. He was inside me and then he wasn’t, withdrawing his length from inside of me before pushing himself inside me again with a steady and overwhelming force.
I gyrated my hips to meet his thrusts and he put his right hand on the small of my back. “Babe, you desperately need to relax and just go with the flow and stop trying to control everything. This is my show and I will run it as I see fit. I don’t need any help from you. I want you to sit back and enjoy the ride, okay?”
I kissed his beautiful mouth again if only to silence my own insecurities and fears. Did he not like the way I made love to him? Our tongues danced with one another in a delicious wave of ecstasy and pure pleasure.
He pulled away and coaxed me onto my stomach where I yet again was on my hands and knees, my sex wantonly displayed for him. His fingers played with my clit before two plunged inside of my depths and I moaned out loud in delight.
“This is how I like to see you. So beautiful and so perfectly at my command. You are so gorgeous when you explore that side of you who wants to be underneath another’s control.”
I felt his tongue trail up and down my perineum as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me like twin pistons. My sex became wetter and wetter every time his fingers brushed against my G-spot and I moaned out loud in pure pleasure. He knew how much he was affecting my body and he got off on it.
At that moment, I would have begged and pleaded for his cock but that wasn’t what he wanted. He desired complete and utter control of the situation and I handed it over to him on a silver platter. It was nice not having to call the shots for a change and the way I felt about him erased any doubts in my mind. I knew he would never cause me any sexual discomfort or give me a reason to fear anything we did together.
Paul pulled his fingers out of my slick sex and slipped them into my mouth. I sucked on them until they were clean of the taste of my own sex. My clit felt engorged and my body was near the tipping point of an orgasm that still eluded me thanks to all the teasing he’d decided to do.
Finally, he gripped my hips and plunged his cock inside me to the hilt and began to thrust slowly inside of me. I wanted to move and help him out but I instinctively knew he didn’t want or need my help. This wasn’t about me aiding him, this was about surrendering control, something I found incredibly hard to do.