H/C drabble - "Control"
H/C Drabble - "Control"
A little smutty... ;) A little spur of the moment piece...
Possibly to be continued...
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Control
He thinks he has control. You let him think that, but he doesn't. Especially in bed. You have him so wrapped around your little finger, he pretends half the time that he doesn't realize it, and you're not the kind to rub it in his face. It's not really your style.
You think of tonight, making love. He holds you down, he thinks this is control. You want to scoff at him, but you don't. You pretend. He slides into you, warm, hot, hard and slick. Little by little you take back the control he thinks he maintains. You control every thrust you allow him to have, the movements, the pace, you lift your hips, wrap a leg up around his waist to limit him, but to pleasure him at the same time. You feel amazing, you know he does too, but you're not letting him go anywhere.
You feel his hand slip down the side of your face, rough thumb brushing against your lips, before his mouth begins kissing you fervently. His hand travels down your side to your breast, your soft skin under his fingers. His lips are so much softer than his mouth, so different than you expected, you could get lost there. You love to run your fingers through his hair, feel the small bumps along his scalp, feel him under your touch.
He is being good, obeying your movements, your every whim, your every muscle contraction, kissing you more passionately that you would expect from this man. He is hungry. You release your leg, moan into his ear, nibbling it lightly and begin thrusting against him. You can always feel when he's going to come, this surge seems to penetrate his body, his cock enlarges, and it excites you. You want more, you want him to devour you, his skin rubbing rhythmically against yours, his hand clasping one of yours, holding it tight against his chest.
And this is how you make love. Because when he looks at you, you see something in his eyes you don't see outside the bed. When you're done, you lie face to face, nose to nose. He plants a baby kiss on your nose, takes a breath and closes his eyes. He gives you control.
A little smutty... ;) A little spur of the moment piece...
Possibly to be continued...
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Control
He thinks he has control. You let him think that, but he doesn't. Especially in bed. You have him so wrapped around your little finger, he pretends half the time that he doesn't realize it, and you're not the kind to rub it in his face. It's not really your style.
You think of tonight, making love. He holds you down, he thinks this is control. You want to scoff at him, but you don't. You pretend. He slides into you, warm, hot, hard and slick. Little by little you take back the control he thinks he maintains. You control every thrust you allow him to have, the movements, the pace, you lift your hips, wrap a leg up around his waist to limit him, but to pleasure him at the same time. You feel amazing, you know he does too, but you're not letting him go anywhere.
You feel his hand slip down the side of your face, rough thumb brushing against your lips, before his mouth begins kissing you fervently. His hand travels down your side to your breast, your soft skin under his fingers. His lips are so much softer than his mouth, so different than you expected, you could get lost there. You love to run your fingers through his hair, feel the small bumps along his scalp, feel him under your touch.
He is being good, obeying your movements, your every whim, your every muscle contraction, kissing you more passionately that you would expect from this man. He is hungry. You release your leg, moan into his ear, nibbling it lightly and begin thrusting against him. You can always feel when he's going to come, this surge seems to penetrate his body, his cock enlarges, and it excites you. You want more, you want him to devour you, his skin rubbing rhythmically against yours, his hand clasping one of yours, holding it tight against his chest.
And this is how you make love. Because when he looks at you, you see something in his eyes you don't see outside the bed. When you're done, you lie face to face, nose to nose. He plants a baby kiss on your nose, takes a breath and closes his eyes. He gives you control.