I run my tongue up along her neck until my lips are pressed against her ear. “And with that plug in your ass, two of your naughty holes are filled by me. Now all I need is a gag for that pretty mouth of yours and you’ll be stuffed full.”
“Fuck, Tristan,” she gasps. “Please, fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” I say roughly, feeling her nipples pebble into peaks between us. “But right now I know that my girlfriend likes dirty talk, and I can feel how hot you get when I talk about what I’m going to do to you.”
She shudders, eyes closed, and I try to keep the smile off my face, to remain serious. But this is fun. God, I love her, and I love making her squirm.
“I should get a gag that’s a cock, so you’ve got one down your throat while I fuck you.”
“They make those?”
“They do,” I growl, pulling back far enough to drive into her, and she cries out.
Rolling my hips, I make sure to grind against her clit. She pulls me closer with her legs in response.
Every move I make is slow and deliberate, not just because this is a difficult position to hold but because I want to make her shake, drawing out every ounce of pleasure that I possibly can.
I settle on a steady pace, smooth and rolling and aiming for as much friction as possible. Nicola’s fingers flare and curl into fists, and her hips try to thrust back against me. But the way I have her she can’t move at all. “Jesus, Tristan. Please. I need—” She cuts off. “I need to come.”
“Who’s in charge tonight?”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine. “You are.”
“So who decides if you come?”
Her face goes red, and she bites her lip as I thrust harder. “You do.”
“Do you like that?” I grind against her, making it nearly impossible for her to answer, but I still want to hear her say it. “Do you like it, Nicola?”
“Fuck, yes.” Her words are drawn out and desperate.
I take her mouth in a rough kiss, stealing her breath. I don’t need to be dominant, not every day, not all the time. But right now, like this, I love it. When both of us are unsure and our emotions are battered, someone needs to be the leader, and as long as I live, if Nicola needs someone to take control so she doesn’t have to be afraid to let go, I will be that person for her.
And in the mean time I get to have a little fun with her.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard. And you’re going to count backwards from sixty. Out loud.”
“What?” she gasps. “Why?”
“Because I said so. I want you drowning in pleasure by the time you come. When you get to zero you have permission.”
“But—”
“Count.” There’s no room for argument in my tone. And I start to fuck, driving into her with brutal force and keeping her locked against the wall. She moans loudly, gasping for breath. “Count,” I say.
“Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight.” She starts to count, and the look on her face is torn between being swept away with pleasure and trying to focus. She messes up a couple times, but mostly stays on track.
Her pussy feels so good that I’m almost not sure that I’ll make it to zero either, but I’m determined. Even when I’m slamming into a heavenly inferno.
“Fifteen, fourteen, please Tristan I can’t make it.”
“Keep counting,” I grit out.
Her words stat to blend one into the other, “Fivefourthreetwoone.” And then she lets go, screaming out a climax that I can feel, shaking in my arms. She floods over my cock and I don’t stop moving inside her, watching the aftershocks quake through her.
She lets her head fall forward onto my shoulder, and I release her hands, catching her around the waist and carrying her to the bed where I lay her out and only slip out of her long enough to shed my clothes and slip back into her.
I love the sight of her below me, eyes glazed with pleasure, shining with sweat and the remains of her orgasm. This is Nicola. My forever.
It doesn’t take long for me to find my pleasure again, driving into her hard and fast until I’m on the edge. I feel myself tip over into the electric sizzle of climax, and I pull out, spilling myself over her tits and stomach, wanting to see the evidence painted on her skin. She moans again, watching me, and like she’s reading my thoughts, dips her fingers in my cum and lifts it to her lips, greedily licking her fingers clean and swallowing.
“I love you,” I tell her. “So much.”
She smiles. “And I love you.”
“For the record, if you want the roles reversed, I’m happy to do that too.”