Amazing. This man is totally amazing. He has all the control in the world, even as he's losing it, or rather giving it up to someone else. The same symbiosis in the bedroom as in his professional life...chaos and control, neither greater than the other, neither opposite...one feeding the other.
One feeding the other, his desire drawn from mine, mine from his, the animalistic urge to take and to be taken, to possess and to covet...an erotic struggle of evolution, a dance whose steps have been laid down millions of years before, the man who takes, the woman who is taken. Edward wants to take, in being taken I possess.
"Danni, get on your knees." There is weak authority in his voice.
"Edward, please, I just wanna..."
"No. Later....I promise, just let me do this."
I feel him withdraw, suddenly I'm left with aching emptiness, half of the body he had made whole with his, as he draws me to my knees and places my hands down on the bed. OK, I get it now...and I have the feeling I am going to royally get it any minute.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me back towards him and I relax my knees a little. The tip of his cock rubs against my clit and I try to sit down on him, try to pick up where he cut us off but his hands hold by hips where they are. For someone so thin I'd have never guessed him this strong. Apparently the strength of will over rides the strength of the man whose will it is. Rubbing, teasing, he holds me for a long minute, witholding the penetration, the friction, the possession I so badly need.
"Please baby don't do this again...it's too cruel."
"You would think it worse if I didn't do this, Danni. I need you nice and hot and wet for me. I wouldn't want to hurt you."
That threw me just a bit. Pain and sex can go together quite nicely under the right circumstances, but it's usually not anticipated, much less announced.
"Edward, what...?"
"Just relax and it'll feel good."
Before I had time to protest or question any more he draws back and slams his entire length inside me all the way, all at once.
"AHHH SHIT!!!" It hurts, but is not actually uncomfortable. The tenderness is gone, though, but that's all right for now. His fingers grab my nipple and pinch, hard as he slams himself back into my pussy as hard as that first stroke.
"That hurt?"
"Yes...I mean...no..."
"Good...I wanted it to." I can't explain it but I know what he's thinking, that he wants to hurt me without actually hurting me. It's the male urge to dominate...I am his territory and he's going to make damn sure I know that.
"This how you wanted to take me, Danni? Is this how you would have done it? I like it hard, you know...just. like. this."
All I can do is whimper, but in the back of my mind I'm thinking this is how I will take him...if I can only wait until he falls asleep....
One feeding the other, his desire drawn from mine, mine from his, the animalistic urge to take and to be taken, to possess and to covet...an erotic struggle of evolution, a dance whose steps have been laid down millions of years before, the man who takes, the woman who is taken. Edward wants to take, in being taken I possess.
"Danni, get on your knees." There is weak authority in his voice.
"Edward, please, I just wanna..."
"No. Later....I promise, just let me do this."
I feel him withdraw, suddenly I'm left with aching emptiness, half of the body he had made whole with his, as he draws me to my knees and places my hands down on the bed. OK, I get it now...and I have the feeling I am going to royally get it any minute.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me back towards him and I relax my knees a little. The tip of his cock rubs against my clit and I try to sit down on him, try to pick up where he cut us off but his hands hold by hips where they are. For someone so thin I'd have never guessed him this strong. Apparently the strength of will over rides the strength of the man whose will it is. Rubbing, teasing, he holds me for a long minute, witholding the penetration, the friction, the possession I so badly need.
"Please baby don't do this again...it's too cruel."
"You would think it worse if I didn't do this, Danni. I need you nice and hot and wet for me. I wouldn't want to hurt you."
That threw me just a bit. Pain and sex can go together quite nicely under the right circumstances, but it's usually not anticipated, much less announced.
"Edward, what...?"
"Just relax and it'll feel good."
Before I had time to protest or question any more he draws back and slams his entire length inside me all the way, all at once.
"AHHH SHIT!!!" It hurts, but is not actually uncomfortable. The tenderness is gone, though, but that's all right for now. His fingers grab my nipple and pinch, hard as he slams himself back into my pussy as hard as that first stroke.
"That hurt?"
"Yes...I mean...no..."
"Good...I wanted it to." I can't explain it but I know what he's thinking, that he wants to hurt me without actually hurting me. It's the male urge to dominate...I am his territory and he's going to make damn sure I know that.
"This how you wanted to take me, Danni? Is this how you would have done it? I like it hard, you know...just. like. this."
All I can do is whimper, but in the back of my mind I'm thinking this is how I will take him...if I can only wait until he falls asleep....
