She takes charge

A man is sitting on the couch, leaning back naked, legs slightly spread, two fingers slowly sliding up and down his half-hard cock. He is looking towards the doorway, watching.

A woman strolls through the doorway wearing a multi-colored silk robe . It hung open a little, showing some cleavage but covering her nipples. The opening followed down her abdomen and exposed her just a little of her womanhood, stopping at the top of her things, her shapely legs completely uncovered.

She reaches both hands up to her shoulders, sliding the robe off of her shoulders and down to her elbows, closing it around her body as she slowly turns – her curvy hips swaying as she turns half way around and then looks back over her shoulder with a wicked smile.

“Do you like my new robe?!” she said.

His eyes glued to her, looking up and down, he takes a deep breath, his chest broadening, his fingers slowing on his cock as his hips press down into the couch. He grins widely, and replies, “It’s beautiful, like you. The only thing that would make it better is if were crumpled up on the floor!”

Her eyebrows lift and her head cocks to the side in a questioning motion. She then turns to face him again and puts her arms down allowing the robe to slide down over her breasts and drop to the floor.

The woman then takes slow steps towards him, looking him in the eye, then purposefully looking down at his chest, then his stomach, and then holding her gaze on his shaft as his fingers glide up and down. She notices that his strokes are in concert with her steps and appreciates that he is locked on her, absorbed in watching her.

She continues over to the couch, stopping in front of him, standing between his feet. As he looks up at her, she crosses her arms, one hand up to her chin in the “thinker” position. She looks up and whispers, “Do you like this better?”

His eyes light on fire looking at her standing there in front of him. His breath quickened. His cock rock hard with a hand fully wrapped around it. A quiet “oh my…” escapes his lips as a hand reaches out to touch her thigh. She steps back just a little to indicate he isn’t to touch her… yet.

She opens her mouth and traces her tongue around her forefinger. After moistening her fingertip, the finger is withdrawn and her hand moves down her neck, tracing her other fingers back and forth then down over a breast and around a nipple as she whispers Her hand then moves over the breast and down her side, following along her pelvis and down over her trimmed mound. She stares him in the eyes, inhaling slowly, and then looks down, forcing his gaze to follow hers. She curls three fingers in between her thighs, slipping her forefinger between her labia. As the fingertip penetrates her, she purses her lips and exhales, closing her eyes and enjoying the initial touch, the wetness already starting… The excitement of him sitting there watching her already had her pulse racing.

A moment later she opens her eyes, looks down at him there, staring, enraptured by her actions. She withdraws fingers and leans over, placing one hand on his knee and extending the now glistening finger out to him, placing it at his lips. He inhales slowly, enjoying her aroma before opening his lips and tasting her, slowly tracing his tongue around her finger, finding every drop of her essence.

As She withdrew her finger, he let out a moan, the longing obvious.

“Now onto my idea…” she said, turning around, facing away from him. She bent forward, reaching between her legs and grasping his cock, then slowly sat down, placing her vagina at the tip of his cockhead. The excitement of the first touch shoots through her. His hands grasp her hips urging her down. Her hips rock back and forth as she pushes his head across her clit, her wetness covering him. She can feel him already pulsing in her hand. She reaches her other hand down and spreads her labia, letting the head push into her.

His low groan penetrates the air as she slides down his shaft, stopping and starting, feeling every vein, every pulse of his heart, every move of his pelvis, his hands gripping her hips. The sensations heightening all of her desires, she wants more.

She feels his cock filling her as she reaches his pelvis and sits her weight on him, driving him deep into her. She begins rocking her hips, pulling him in and out, her nerves going wild. She could already feel the first wave coming over her. She lays one hand, palm against her clit, her fingers stretched down along his shaft and balls. Her fingers feeling the interaction between them as he moves in and out of her. Her pussy involuntarily clenches him, grinding on him, her muscles stiffening, her first orgasm building. The shaking starting in her groin, overtaking her, spreading out through her body in a quick wave, like a powerful set of shivers.

After a moment passes, enjoying the warmth between her legs, she laughs inside with a second idea. She looks over her shoulder at him, at the pure ecstasy on his face, and knows this will be fun. She whispers, “ready for part 2?”, and watches his eyes get big.

She reaches between her legs, lightly grips his cock, and starts lifting off of him. She stands up a little and then moves back down, only this time, moved forward just a little bit.

As he feels her lift off of him, he takes a deep breath, the sensations are out of this world. Watching her ass lift up, her lips gripping his shaft, the view an aphrodisiac. His heart racing, he tries to pull her hips back down onto him. She reached through and grabbed his cock, the wetness of her orgasm covering him. He watches her rise up, stroking him just a bit, her fingers moving up his shaft and then over and around his head, playing a little bit. She moves back towards him and sits back down. As she moves his head across her wetness, she then pushes his shaft backwards a hair, pointing him at her ass. His mind races: ‘is this real?’ She then puts some pressure down on his cock, against her ass, her wetness lubing them both.

Her hips start moving in small circles, slowly working him in. The pressure grows, the resistance building. As she moves down more, she can feel him pushing against her opening. She thinks about him inside of her, remembering the full sensation as she places two fingers against her clit. The wetness growing as she imagines what is about to happen.

With the thoughts of her last orgasm, her ass relaxes and she feels his head start to slip in. Then suddenly, she feels the pressure spike and then diminish, followed by her nerves exploding through her body. Such a different feeling – Just the head inside, and already feeling full. The desire to plunge down was overwhelming, but the knowledge of the potential pain kept it from happening. Continuing the downward pressure, she moved her hips little bits at a time, working him into her. As his shaft slowly penetrated deeper and deeper, the fullness kept growing. She let out a gasp as a quick movement made her shiver…

He leans forward, his hands moving up her sides, enveloping her body in his grip. He reaches her breasts, his fingers slowly extending, caressing the silky softness of her full breasts. He reaches out, circling her rock hard nipples with a single finger on each side as his large hands cup her. At each movement of her hips, his pelvis quivers, his ass cheeks clenching and releasing involuntarily, pushing him ever so slightly into her.
The touch of his hands on her breasts, and the shock to her nipples make her muscles jump. Now her desire is taking over. She releases his cock and knee and grasps his hands with hers, squeezing them into her breasts, feeling him tense at the encouragement.
Without the support of her hand on his knee, she rocks her hips forward and presses down into him, feeling him impaling her, almost painful – and absolute pleasure. She wants to slow down, and yet wants to go faster! She feels him throb inside as the last inches penetrate her, her ass pressing into his pelvis, her full weight pushing down on him, her legs stretching wide, unladen.
A sharp moan escapes her lips as her body screams for more. Her hands control his, massaging her breasts, pulling him tightly against her, squeezing her nipples to just before the point of pain. The electric shocks coursing through her body drive her forward and back in a frantic, quivering motion. She feels the head of his cock moving inside of her, expanding her, making her feel like she could explode.
As she begins to shake, he pulls one hand free, dragging his nails down her abdomen, scratching her skin with the passionate grip. His hand continues down, his lof fingers straightening as he reaches her mound. He pauses the for a moment to play with the short, trimmed hairs and press her pelvis downward as his hips press upwards into her.
Keeping the upward thrust, he curls his fingers downwards, sliding them into her dripping vagina. The sensation causes an immediate shake of her body, and he presses his fingers deeper in, gripping her from the inside, his palm against her clit and fingers squeezing the tender flesh inside.
She feels his fingers move inside her, throwing her head back and leaning back against him, his grip on her breast squeezing her harder against his chest. She rocks her hips backwards, pressing his cock harder in and lifts her legs, opening herself wider for his hand. With her legs off the ground, her ass pressed against him, filled with his steaming hot cock, and his hand working magic in her pussy, she screams, “NOW! HARD! CUM IN ME, NOW!”
At that pleading, all his muscles tense, pulling her tight, a restraining hug, squeezing them together into one flesh. His hands clench and his cock swells, his hips pushing harder and harder into her, he can’t resist her any longer, his orgasm starting deep inside.
She feels him pull get into him, gripping her tight and then she feels the heat! The shaft inside of her a source of heat swelling to bursting. She feels him grow as he begins a growling rumble. Then comes the explosion, the searing heat filling her, his orgasm driving her own. His fingers, relentlessly crushing her clit, holding her to him as he pulses a second, and then a third time inside of her, his body convulsing with each pulse. She feels it welling up inside of her and coming up through her abdomen, into her breasts. Every muscle shakes as she is overtaken, wave after wave coursing through her. At the third and the fourth spasm, she feels her juices explode, releasing the pent up energy in liquid form. His hand inside of her keeps driving and another wave follows, the juices coursing out of her, running down between them, making them slide against each other.
He feels her orgasm pouring over him and releases her breast, reaching down to grasp her thigh from underneath and pull her leg up tighter, compressing her body into him, restarting their bodies and pushing his nearly spent manhood deep into her as his last convulsions flow out of him.
His energy consumed, his arms hold onto her as her body continues to shiver, an ever slowing set of shaking. He hears her breathing start again, a deep, quick breath followed by a long slow release, her body relaxing slightly. Another quick intake and a quick shiver shows that she isn’t quite done yet. He continues to hold her, her head leaning back into him, her body slowly releasing. Her hands fall away, and she reaches behind her, fingernails digging into his hips and she drags them gently up and down his side, a long slow, satisfied moan escaping her lips.
She speaks in an exhausted whisper, “You can’t do that to me very often, but you can definitely do that again. Now you have to figure out how to get us up!”

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