“Oh, oh, oh, Ajayyyyyy,” she wailed, caught in the trap of his erotic mastery, ashamed yet exultant, truly and inescapably naked in every sense now.
“Good, Jasmeena, that’s good. You know what you need. And now you’re going to get it.” He pulled out his fingers and patted her bottom.
By the time her vision had cleared enough for her to risk a look up, Ajay was sitting on the bed in front of her, leaning back on his arms, his cock like a curving scimitar rising from its sheath of dark curls.
“Condoms are on the bedside table,” he said with a rakish grin. “Don’t keep me waiting all night, will you?”
Ooh, you arrogant…
She gave him a fierce look, drawing herself up onto her knees.
“Or if you’d prefer, you could always use your mouth. But I thought you’d like to feel this inside you.” He gave his cock a lazy tug. “It’s a good size. It’ll give you what you need.”
“I don’t know what they see in you, Ajay Amir,” she growled, but she was reaching for the condoms nevertheless.
He laughed. “You do. Of course you do. Or you wouldn’t be here. Unwrapping that condom. And putting it…ahh, yes, touch it, that’s nice…putting it on me…ready for it to fuck you… All right, that’s good. Get your pussy on it before I…”
She straddled his pelvis and lowered herself slowly, very slowly, putting her hands on his shoulders and grinding above his cream-tipped crown within its latex
sheath, making sure she only made the barest contact with it.
“You made me say it,” she whispered. “Now I’m going to make you. I want you to beg.” She pinched the broad shoulders and let her clit rub and dampen the stiff rod without ever bringing her vagina into the danger zone. He pushed and tried to find the hole, but without success, bucking underneath her.
“You sexy little bitch, I knew you’d be like this,” he gasped. “Okay, please.”
“Ask me nicely.”
His cock bent this way and that, swaying beneath her gyrations.
“Fuck! Okay! I surrender. Please, Jas, fuck me.”
“Please, oh goddess Jasmeena, I beg you to fuck me. Say it.”
“Oh, you… Please, oh goddess Jasmeena, I beg you to fuck me.”
“That’s nice. Sooo…”
She perched herself atop the head of his cock and began to ease him in, smiling at the bulging brown eyes with their expanded pupils, the parted, bee-stung lips, the beaded brow of her lover. He thought he’d had the upper hand all along, but she meant him to realise she was not without powers of her own.
He felt so good, filling and expanding her, that it was hard not to rush and pack him all the way in, but she kept her self-control and took it slowly, so slowly, relishing each helpless gasp and plea, until she sat upon his pelvis, knees gripping his hips, ready to set her pace.
His chest was angled away from her as he rested on his hands. She took hold of his shoulders and began to squeeze her vaginal muscles around his cock, swaying ever so slightly, imparting just a whisper of that friction he was craving.
“How do you like it, lover boy?” she teased. She ran her hands all over his chest, sizing it up, catching the vibrations from his lungs as he moaned. “Fast or slow? Gentle or hard?”
“You’ve done this before,” he said accusingly.
“Does that bother you?”
“No, no. Carry on. Please. Hard and fast would be good.”
“For you, perhaps. I feel like taking it slow.”
Jas gyrated her hips in an unhurried circle, then she leant down so her breasts pressed into Ajay’s chest, capturing protesting lips in a smoochy kiss.
“Why did you ask my opinion, if you were going to ignore it anyway?” he asked, emerging, spluttering, from the contact with her mouth.
“Just as a matter of interest.” She drifted her lips down the elegant column of his neck, flicking her tongue around and under his earlobe.