I [F][22] asked my boyfriend [M][21] to be more assertive

Generally, my boyfriend is very gentle in bed. I really like it this way; I feel so close to him when we have sex, so connected. Even so, I recently asked him if he could try, now and then, to be a bit more assertive. Nothing extreme– just taking control a little more. He seemed fairly receptive, if a little sheepish, when I talked to him about it. But I didn’t notice any difference for a while, so I had assumed he wasn’t comfortable with it. Which, you know– no problem. I had even sort of forgotten about the conversation. But a couple nights ago, he really turned it on out of nowhere. The difference in tone– the energy in the room– was so pointed; it was completely unexpected, and electrifying. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, and I thought maybe sharing it here would help settle me down.

I went over to his apartment about 8:00pm, and we watched TV for a while, snuggling on the couch. For whatever reason, I was feeling particularly amorous, and we were getting pretty handsy. At some point I looked at him with a knowing smile. “Wanna?” I asked. He nodded, and I quickly got off the couch and scampered to his bedroom. He followed and closed the door behind him. I put my arms around him and turned my face up to start kissing him, but he stopped me, unwrapping my arms.

“Take your clothes off,” he said flatly.

I’m sure it doesn’t seem like much, but I can’t begin to tell you how unexpected this was. This is not his usual vibe. Usually he would say, like, “would you maybe be comfortable taking your clothes off?” with a timid smile– even though we’ve been together for a long time and he knows perfectly well that I will be. It almost felt like I was in the room with a different person. I could feel my heart start to beat faster in my chest.

“Okay,” I said. I was surprised to hear how nervous my own voice sounded. I started to undress slowly, somewhat teasingly, but I guess he had other ideas. I had pulled my shirt halfway over my head, but he quickly yanked it all the way off, then pulled my sports bra up and off in one smooth motion. He hooked his thumbs into my underwear and pulled them and my leggings down to the floor in one go. Suddenly, I was completely naked, while he was still fully clothed. Obviously, this man has seen me naked countless times, but somehow I had never felt more exposed, more on display. I could feel my skin tingling as I stood, vulnerable, in front of him.

Without taking any clothes off, he pulled his sweatpants down to his knees, exposing his genitals. They were quite enticing. Swallowing with a little extra effort, I reached out to touch, but he slapped my hand away.

“No touching,” he said, business-like. “Turn around.”

I complied, facing a full-length mirror on his wall. He started to run his hands over me, alternating between touching lightly– just grazing the tips of his fingers along my skin, down my sides, over my shoulders, barely skimming my breasts, as if incidentally, on the way by– and firmly. As one hand was lightly tracing figure eights on my flank, the other would pinch my nipple, or take a firm handful of my ass, or suddenly and unexpectedly grab my breast. I really felt like I was being handled– which is a term I wouldn’t have previously used to describe the way he touched me.

I couldn’t see him behind me in the mirror, but I could tell just from proximity (and from occasional brushing against my leg) that he was fully hard. He started kissing my neck, pressing his body against my back, and I moaned. He stopped for a moment and quickly moved a chair over next to me.
“Put your leg up here,” he said. It wasn’t a suggestion. I put my right foot on the chair, and he, still kissing my neck, slowly ran his fingers all the way from my ankle up the inside of my leg. I was nearly bursting with anticipation for him to touch me where I most wanted to be touched, but he didn’t. Instead, he lightly brushed his fingers against the crook of my pelvis, achingly close. He would move his hand so that it was hovering right in front of my labia, and hold it there as if he was about to take me firmly in his hand, but then move his hand away and go back to stroking the very very top-inside of my thigh. Soon, as he was passing his hand over from one side to the other, he started to ever so lightly brush his fingers against my lips on the way by. I gasped each time, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him to touch me. I was practically whimpering with need, and I know he could tell, even from his agonizingly light touches, that I was sopping wet.

After an unbearably long time, he put his hand back on my side, and moved forward so that his cock was right in between my legs. Thank fucking God, I thought to myself. I like it from behind well enough, but it’s not necessarily my favorite. (Mostly because he was a really great body, and I love to look at him and touch him while we have sex. I love to run my hands over his chest, his stomach, across his shoulders, reach up and touch his face, or reach down and hold his balls as he thrusts into me. I miss all this when I’m getting it from behind). But I needed it so bad that I didn’t care at all.
This thing is, he made me keep waiting. I was sure that he was moving forward to begin the procedure, but I was wrong. Instead, he began rubbing the head of his hard cock against my labia, applying a bit more pressure than he had with his hands, but not much. Plus now, just the idea that his cock was so close and not thrusting into me was driving me insane.

“Colin, what are you doing??” I asked with exasperation, my frustration boiling over.

“Teasing you,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“I don’t want you to tease me,” I whimpered, pleading. “I want you to fuck me.”

“No,” he said.

“Colin–”

“Shh,” he said calmly. “No talking.”

It was agonizing. I promised myself I would never take his cock for granted again. He was creating so much sensation by brushing against my lips, and I was so close to getting what I needed, but I had no way to make him give it to me. This went on for a long time– I don’t even know how to estimate how long, but I was on the brink of losing it. Then, just when I was sure I couldn’t possibly take any more– or maybe a minute or two past that point– he put his hands firmly on my hips and, with no warning, slid his silky cock– smoothly, slowly– deep inside me. I gasped, and then let out a long uncontrolled moan. He has a big penis, and the feeling of it filling me up, unexpectedly, after so much teasing, was blissful. Waves of dopamine rushed through my body. With one hand still on my hip, he reached up with the other and took a firm fistful of my hair as he started to work his cock into me. He was thrusting very slowly and deliberately, really giving me one inch at a time until his big cock was as deep into me as it would go, then smoothly pulling it out and starting another steady cycle. Normally I like it a bit harder and faster, so I can really feel him pounding against me, but I needed to feel him inside me so badly that I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better.

“Ohh Colin,” I moaned in ecstasy. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

He responded with one single hard thrust, slamming his dick into me so that I could feel his pelvis smash into my butt. It caught me by surprise.

“Oh!” I cried out. It felt so nice. It was so hot to think about him standing behind me giving it to me really good. But he had gone back to his very slow, measured motion.

“Could you maybe keep fucking me hard like that?” I asked timidly, trying to turn my head around to smile at him.

“I don’t think so,” he said, that same nonchalant flatness in his voice. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“Please?” I asked, with genuine urge in my voice. “I’ve done everything you said. I’ve been really good.”

“Maybe if you beg for it,” he said. “I’m not making any promises, but you could try.”

“Please please please,” I begged, my voice sounding desperate even to my own ears. “I need it so bad. You don’t realize what you’re doing to me. You don’t know what it’s like to feel your cock sliding into me so slowly. I need you to fuck me harder. Please, Colin.”

Without saying anything, he took his hand out of my hair and gripped my breast firmly. As I was still registering this new sensation, he started to thrust hard and fast, slamming his cock into me again and again, his fingers digging into my nipple as he held me in place.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” I cried with each thrust. I tried to say thank you but my voice was too weak, and it came out as a long moan. I was finally getting what I needed. He put a hand on my back and pushed down to bend me over further, and I could now see him in the mirror. The sight of his beautiful face, and the lust in his eyes as he looked down at my ass and the sight of his own cock slamming into me, made the feeling of him fucking me even more intense. He had been thrusting hard for several minutes and showed no sign of letting up.

Then– my God, I’m shivering just thinking about it– he reached around and put his whole hand on my clit. Not like he was trying to stimulate me– it was like he just needed the best possible grip so that he could get the right angle to fuck me even harder, and that was where his hand happened to land, his fingers digging in and rubbing inadvertently with his body’s movements. There was so much pressure, so much friction, and just the idea that he was holding me by the clit so that he could fuck me as hard as he wanted drove me absolutely crazy. I could feel my orgasm coming from a mile away, and still his hard cock was pounding me, as vigorous as ever.

“Colin, I’m– I’m–” I couldn’t speak as I went over the edge. I’ve orgasmed before, but this– never like this. My entire body– the muscles in my calves, my thighs, my stomach, my shoulders, my arms– clenched with more force than I thought was possible, and waves of euphoria radiated out from my clit. As I reached the peak, he thrust into me one last time and then left his big cock buried inside me, pushing as deep as a could, and pressed his body into my back, rubbing my clit hard with his hand. It lasted a really long time, longer than I’ve ever experienced, and when every last ounce of pleasure finally washed over me and dissipated through the electric surface of my skin, I collapsed onto the chair, breathing so hard I was almost crying.

Colin had a big smile on his face, but there was a hint of concerned tenderness in his eyes. “Was that okay?” he asked. “I know you said you wanted me to try being a bit more in control. I hope that felt good for you and wasn’t too–”

I cut him off by taking his still hard cock into my mouth. He made a surprised sound and then happily settled into being serviced. I’ve always really liked sucking his cock, but never had I been more eager for it than that moment. On the one hand, I was still horny as hell, and very happy to finally get a turn at his body, instead of just being bent over for him. But I was also so grateful for how good he had made me feel, and in a surge of love I wanted nothing more right then than to make him feel as good as I could.

I pulled out all the moves I know he likes the most. I worked one hand along his shaft in conjunction with my mouth, alternating between hand and mouth moving in the same direction and moving in opposite directions, and with the other hand I firmly massaged his balls, which he loves. He put his hands on my head, intertwining his fingers in my hair. After a while I could tell he was getting close, and I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis, while still working one hand on his shaft and the other on his balls. Soon he was cuming into my mouth, and I gladly swallowed every drop.

I made him take the rest of his clothes off so I could feel his skin against mine, and then we got into his bed and cuddled for a long time, until we fell asleep. When we woke in the morning, the memory of the previous night was burned white-hot into my memory, and I practically demanded more sex, this time lying underneath him on his bed, looking up at him as he fucked me– but that’s another story altogether.

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