I enjoy being in control, but only sometimes. A struggle for control can be intoxicating, when both lovers are eager for it. But there are different types of control, aren’t there?
And so I find myself beneath you, watching your hips rock in slow, deliberate motions, watching your lips fall open, taking in the sight of your pleasure at feeling me full inside you. Yet that red blindfold covering your eyes, the way my hands hold as firm but gentle guides aside your hips, and, most especially, the silken black scarves that bind your wrists to the headboard… You may have some power in this position, lover, but you’re hardly in control.
My eyes travel your skin, your form, watching your breath come faster as you feel me swell inside you. I can see your hands grasping at your bonds, your arms reaching over my head, your hair framing your face as you lean forward, aching for more. Mmm, I grow harder with your every audible gasp, and I know we both want more, faster, to ride the intensity as it grows…but my hands stay on your hips, forcing you to be patient, to keep your pace, just a little while longer.
My body rocks up to meet yours, moving in rhythm, feeding each other, and soon my hands are roaming, up your sides, tracing the sides of your breasts, cupping and teasing along your curves.
“Faster…” I whisper, and our moans echo each other from the excitement of how quickly you obey, working me into you at a heated pace. Our breath coming more and more urgently.
Unable to wait any longer, I pull the blindfold from your eyes, letting you see my body under you, the heat in my gaze, the way my chest tightens. The silk of the blindfold presses to your neck where I hold you in a one-handed grip where it meets your shoulder. My body thrusts to meet yours, working each other into a frenzy, pulsing inside you.
“Faster…” I order, and let go your hip to grab your bound wrist, squeezing, rough, demanding. My feet plant to better thrust into you, taking each other as our eyes meet and flare. My hands grip each of your wrists now, trapping you in your bonds as I watch you drive yourself onto me, pushing deep, gasping, moaning together, until your climax tears through you and I can’t hold out, joining you, going over the edge…
And soon, when we’ve both come down, just a little, from those heights, I can’t wait to see what happens when I undo those silk bonds, and set you free.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yhz4vn/controlling_you_from_beneath_mf_21