Matched

I watch her body as she comes, her belly tensing, her nipples hardening into tiny buds, her eyes half-lidded.

"Oh, God," she cries out and I feel her body squeezing rhythmically around my cock as she comes.

I pump harder, faster, and then I'm there as well and I plunge in deep with each spasm as I ejaculate, almost blinded with pleasure as I do.

Finally, I collapse against her, my face beside hers and we're both panting, catching our breath.

"Oh, fuck, that was good."

I remain with my arms on either side of her shoulders and watch her for a moment while my cock slowly deflates. I kiss her when she finally opens her eyes and meets mine.

"You decided not to fight it anymore?"

She nods. "I want you. I'll take what I can get."

"You got all of me," I say. "Every inch." I flex my cock, and she smiles in response, giggling just a bit the way I love.

"They're considerable inches," she replies.

"I'm no slouch in the inches department," I say and kiss her neck, unable to stop smiling.

Finally, I grab hold of the condom and pull out of her completely, then remove the condom, tie it off and throw it into the trash can beside the bed.

I lie back on top of her and we kiss. Just a tender kiss, to reconnect with her after pulling away.

"So, was it as good as it looked?"

She smiles, her eyes closed. "You need to ask?"

"No, but I like to hear you say it. It's motivational."

She opens her eyes. "It was better than it looked. You can do that anytime and anywhere you want."

I smile. "Is that a promise?"

She smiles back at me and closes her eyes once more, running her fingers through her long hair. "Anytime and anywhere. I'm serious.

I'm your sex slave if you keep doing that."

"I'll make you live up to that promise," I say. "I happen to like the idea of you being my sex slave. I'll fuck you in the executive bathroom at work. I'll fuck you in the back of my SUV in the parking lot. I'll have you sit on my face in my office and make you come on my tongue in the middle of the day."

"You can do whatever you want with my body, if you make me come like that."

"I will," I say. "No questions asked, though. No hesitation."

She opens her eyes and then there's a moment of something – if not hesitation, at least intrigue. "What will happen if I hesitate?"

I shrug and lick her nipple. "Maybe I’ll deny you an orgasm but still take mine."

"That wouldn't be very nice."

"It would teach you a lesson, though. No hesitation."

She smiles. "I won't. I like the idea of you telling me what to do and when to do it."

"You get off on a bit of dominance and submission?"

"A bit, yes."