As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the quaint cottage, I found myself lying in Michael’s arms, our bodies still humming with the aftermath of our passionate reunion. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the lingering sweetness of our love. Michael’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare back, his touch both tender and possessive. I felt safe, cherished, and utterly consumed by him.
“Jane,” he murmured, his voice raspy and deep, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you. Something I’ve kept buried for years.”
I propped myself up on one elbow, my blue eyes locking with his. “What is it, Michael? You know you can tell me anything.”
He hesitated, his gaze flickering away before meeting mine again. “It’s… it’s a fantasy. Something I’ve always wanted to try but never had the courage to ask for.”
My curiosity piqued. Michael had always been the gentle, loving partner, but there was a raw intensity in his eyes now that I’d never seen before. “Tell me,” I urged, my voice soft but firm.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath me. “I’ve always wanted to surrender control. To have you take charge, completely. To be at your mercy.”
My heart skipped a beat. Michael, the man who had always been my protector, my rock, wanted me to dominate him? The idea sent a thrill of excitement through me. I’d always been the playful, fun-loving partner, but the thought of stepping into a commanding role ignited a fire in my core.
“Are you sure, Michael?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of challenge. “Once I take control, there’s no going back.”
He nodded, his eyes burning with desire. “I’m sure. I trust you, Jane. I want you to own me.”
A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips. “Then get on your knees,” I commanded, my tone sharp and authoritative.
Michael didn’t hesitate. He slid off the bed, his muscular frame kneeling before me, his head bowed in submission. My heart raced as I sat up, my perky breasts jutting forward, my shaved pussy throbbing with anticipation. I felt powerful, untouchable, like a goddess commanding her worshipper.
“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice dripping with dominance.
He raised his gaze, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of desire and reverence. I reached out, gripping his chin firmly, tilting his head up to meet my stare. “You’re mine now, Michael. Completely and utterly mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Jane,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. “Say it again. Say it like you mean it.”
“I’m yours, Jane,” he repeated, his voice stronger, more resolute. “Completely and utterly yours.”
A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. I released his chin and stood up, my naked body commanding his attention. “Strip the bed,” I instructed, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Michael moved swiftly, pulling the sheets and blankets off the mattress, leaving it bare and inviting. I watched him work, my eyes drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders and tight ass. When he finished, I gestured to the bed. “Lie down. On your back.”
He obeyed without hesitation, his body stretched out before me like a sacrifice. I climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his head. His eyes were fixed on me, hungry and eager.
“You’re going to worship me, Michael,” I declared, my voice firm. “And you’re going to do it exactly how I tell you.”
“Yes, Jane,” he breathed, his hands resting at his sides, waiting for my command.
I reached down, gripping his wrists, and pinned them above his head. “Don’t move,” I warned, my voice sharp. “Not unless I tell you to.”
He nodded, his body rigid with anticipation. I leaned forward, my breasts hovering just above his face, my nipples hardening at the proximity. “Start with my tits,” I ordered. “Worship them like they’re the most precious things in the world.”
Michael’s hands twitched, but he kept them still, his gaze locked on my chest. I reached down, guiding his head up, pressing my left breast into his mouth. He opened wide, his lips closing around my nipple, his tongue swirling and suckling with a hunger that made me moan.
“That’s it,” I purred, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Suck it harder. Make me feel how much you want me.”
He obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. I arched my back, my other breast jutting forward, begging for attention. “Switch,” I commanded, guiding his head to my right breast.
He lavished the same attention on it, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue teasing and tormenting me. I felt my pussy grow wetter, my clit throbbing with need. “Enough,” I said after a moment, pulling away. “Now, kiss your way down. Slowly.”
Michael’s lips trailed down my chest, pausing to nip at my collarbone, my stomach, his tongue flicking over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I watched him, my breath hitching as he approached the prize he’d been waiting for.
“Stop,” I ordered abruptly, halting his progress just above my shaved pussy. He froze, his breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh, making me squirm. “Beg me, Michael. Beg me to let you taste me.”
His eyes met mine, pleading and desperate. “Please, Jane. Let me taste you. Let me worship your pussy.”
I smirked, my dominance swelling within me. “Say it like you mean it. Say it like I’m the only thing you’ve ever wanted.”
“Please, Jane,” he repeated, his voice thick with need. “Let me worship your pussy. Let me make you cum with my mouth. You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”
“Good boy,” I praised, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, you may taste me.”
Michael’s head dipped down, his lips pressing against my throbbing clit, his tongue flicking over it with a skill that made me gasp. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, guiding his mouth as he lapped at me like a starving man.
“Fuck, Michael,” I groaned, my hips bucking against his face. “Eat my pussy like it’s your last meal.”
He devoured me, his tongue plunging deep into my core, his lips sucking and kissing, his fingers teasing my asshole. I was drowning in pleasure, my juices flowing freely, soaking his face, his beard glistening with my arousal.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice trembling. “Make me cum, Michael. Make me scream your name.”
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his lips sucking harder, his fingers slipping inside my tight asshole, stretching me, filling me. I cried out, my body arching off the bed, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my pussy clenching and squirting, drenching his face with my cum.
“Fuck, yes!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the cottage. “That’s it, Michael! Drink it all! Drink my cum like a good boy!”
He lapped at me greedily, his mouth devouring every drop, his fingers still probing my asshole, milking my orgasm for every last drop of pleasure. I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest.
Michael crawled up beside me, his face glistening with my juices, his eyes filled with adoration. “Did I please you, Jane?” he asked, his voice soft and reverent.
I smirked, reaching out to wipe a streak of my cum from his cheek. “You did very well, Michael. Very well indeed.”
He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “Thank you, Jane. For giving me what I’ve always wanted.”
I pulled him closer, my arms wrapping around him, my legs tangling with his. “You’re welcome, Michael. But we’re not done yet.”
His eyes widened, a spark of anticipation igniting within them. “What do you mean?”
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice low and seductive. “Now it’s my turn to take what I want. And I want your cock.”
Michael’s breath hitched, his body tensing with desire. I rolled him onto his back, my hands tracing down his chest, his abs, his hips, until I reached his throbbing erection. It stood proud and hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Such a beautiful cock,” I murmured, my fingers wrapping around his shaft, squeezing gently. “It’s going to feel so good inside me.”
I leaned down, my lips brushing against the head of his dick, my tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. Michael groaned, his hands reaching for me, but I slapped them away. “Hands to yourself,” I warned, my voice firm. “This is my show.”
He nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. I took him into my mouth, my lips closing around his girth, my tongue swirling around the head, my hands gripping his base. I sucked him deep, my throat closing around his cock, my cheeks hollowing as I bobbed my head up and down.
“Fuck, Jane,” Michael moaned, his hips bucking against my mouth. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I hummed my agreement, the vibrations sending shivers through his cock. I sucked him harder, faster, my tongue flicking over the sensitive underside, my lips tight around his shaft. I wanted to taste him, to feel him throbbing in my mouth, to make him beg for release.
“I’m close,” Michael warned, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum, Jane.”
I pulled off his cock, my lips wet and shiny, my eyes locked on his. “Not yet,” I teased, my voice dripping with dominance. “I’m not done with you.”
I climbed onto him, my pussy hovering above his cock, my hands gripping his hips. “Guide me,” I commanded, my voice sharp.
Michael reached up, his hands grasping his shaft, positioning the head at my entrance. I lowered myself slowly, his cock sliding into me inch by inch, stretching me, filling me, making me moan with pleasure.
“Fuck, Michael,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back as he seated himself deep within me. “You feel so good.”
I began to ride him, my hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Michael’s hands gripped my waist, his thumbs brushing over my clit, his eyes locked on mine.
“Harder,” I demanded, my voice breathless. “Fuck me harder, Michael. Make me feel your cock deep inside me.”
He obeyed, his hips thrusting up to meet mine, his cock pounding into my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass. I cried out, my head thrown back, my hair cascading down my back, my body glistening with sweat.
“That’s it,” I moaned, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I’m the only thing you’ve ever wanted.”
Michael’s thrusts grew more urgent, more desperate, his cock reaming my pussy, his fingers digging into my hips. I felt my orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my core, my clit throbbing with need.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice trembling. “Cum with me, Michael. Cum inside me.”
He nodded, his eyes wild with desire. “Together, Jane. Let’s cum together.”
I rode him harder, faster, my pussy clenching around his cock, my juices flowing freely, soaking us both. Michael’s thrusts matched mine, his cock pounding into me, his balls tightening, his cum boiling in his veins.
