Control

And with his hands in her hair, he moved too, fucking her mouth hard, knowing she wanted it, fucking it, her sucking him, licking him, swallowing him and then he came. He came hard. His knees buckled and she helped hold him up because she was not letting him out of her mouth until he was finished and she got every last drop, slowly licking him, kissing him, tasting him, until she let go and he collapsed on the bed behind him.

She crawled along the bed next to him.

"I like when you lose control," she said.

He laughed.

"Holy shit. Me too," he said.

He kissed her, softly. She was leaning over him much like he had earlier, on her elbow.

Which reminded him of something.

"Didn't we agree to something earlier?" he said.

Uh oh, she thought.

He moved over her and held her hands down on both sides over her head.

"You were going to make me work for it this time. No 30 seconds. I want you to hold out as long as you can," he said, holding her eyes on his.

"But remember....quiet," he said.

She could still hear people talking and laughing outside in the dark, as he kissed her, moving his mouth down her neck, finding her nipple again with his tongue, teasing it, working it, then to the other, as she tried to breathe, tried to be quiet, but her nipples were even more sensitive now.

Her sighs got a little louder, and he moved his mouth up to her ear, and whispered.

"Remember, not till I say you can," he said.

Which only turned her on more, and made it harder for her. It was already building inside.

He moved his mouth down her body again, and he felt her writhing under him, urging him on, further. He traced her hip with his tongue, focusing there for a minute, teasing her, lower now, to her thigh, to her inner thigh, opening her, his mouth moving down her thigh, and her sighs were getting louder.

He looked up at her and put his finger to his lips.

"I can't," she said.

"You can," he said, and he moved his mouth further down, opening her legs, and barely touched her pussy with his tongue.

She gasped out loud.

He stopped.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

He found a belt on the floor, and stretched it taut, brought it to her mouth.

"Bite this. Keep it there," he said.

So she did.

With that, he moved between her legs again, and this time, he didn't hesitate, finding her clit with his tongue, he teased it and circled it, and her back arched, but with the belt between her teeth she was quieter. Her noises stayed in her throat.

He could sense she was fighting her orgasm, hard. He wanted to make it harder.

Still with his tongue working her clit, he opened her with his fingers, gently first, then deeper, he moved them inside her, deeper, moving them in and out as his tongue worked her clit.

She beat the bed with her fists, she tossed her head back and pulled her own hair, her back arching wildly, fighting it.

Finally she dropped the belt, and moved, sitting up, pulling him up with her.

"Stop, stop. I'm not going to be able hold out much longer," she said, finding his hard dick with her hands.

"I want this," she said.

They were both sitting up on the bed, he was kneeling between her legs.

He ran his hands into her hair and kissed her as her hands stroked his dick.

He pulled way and looked in her eyes.

"Oh yeah?" he said, smiling.

"Oh...yeah," she said, her eyes wild.

"You want to fuck me..don't you?" she said.

And he did. He wanted it bad.

He pushed her back on the bed. He pulled her by her hips roughly toward him, lifting her to him.

Their eyes were locked. Locked tightly together. He moved his dick against her pussy, her legs opened wider involuntarily.

He felt her hot and wet, warm and open, soft, against his dick, and it took everything he had not to just push as hard as he could, as deeply as he could right away, but he hesitated. Just for a second, he rocked his hips gently, touching her but not penetrating her, like a hint of ocean waves.

He wanted to savor the moment that couldn't be replicated, the moment of heat, of tension, of anticipation, the look in her eye, he wanted to just live in it for a moment.

She whispered to him, smiling.

"Always with the fucking self control...," she said. She moved up to whisper, looking into his eyes...

"What do you say this time you let it go, just this once?" she said.

He stopped moving. He took her face in his hand.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he said, kissing her softly again.

"It's not what I want," she said, finding his tongue with hers.

"It's what I fucking need. It's what only you can give me. You've made me wait so long. So give it to me," she whispered.

He pushed her down on the bed again. Hard this time. Pulled her by her hips to him, and without a second of hesitation, he thrust himself all the way inside her, hard, deep, and fast.

Her mind went white with the heat and sensations running through her. She could not think straight.

He held it for one second, leaned down and wrapping his hand in her hair, pulling it, he whispered into her mouth.

"And you can come now," he said.

And then he started to fuck her. No softness, not gently.

Hard. Harder. And fast. So deep. Relentless.

Over and over.

And she was loud. He did try to quiet her. He didn't stop, despite her gasping and moaning, and everyone heard.

Everyone heard her. And neither one of them cared.

He did not stop, pulling her tightly to him, holding her against him, pulling all the way out before thrusting all the way inside again, and she felt hot, tight and wet around him, getting wetter with her multiple orgasms that he could feel so deep inside her, her pussy tightening around him, her body shaking.

And he pulled out and turned her over onto her knees, and that was her favorite way to be fucked.

He held onto her hips and again, slid all the way inside her, but this time, he went deep, but slow.

Slowly, he moved all the way inside her, as far as he could go, and she was silent, riding it, quietly breathing, softly sighing.

In, and out, so slowly, but building the speed, he could feel it building inside of him, pushing into her wet, hot pussy, feeling her react, her body trembling, and he was so hard, and she could feel it was building in him.

She pulled away and pushed him down on the bed.

"I want to see your face," she said.

And she straddled him, and he could see her heat in her eyes, and her face flushed and her nipples hard as she moved over him, sliding down onto his dick, so deep, and she rode him. Rode him hard.

He moved up to hold her as she rocked on him, taking her nipple in his mouth again as she got faster, faster, until he could feel himself hard, harder, ready to come.

She felt it too, and when he did, she held tightly to him until he was done, and they both fell to the bed again, still wrapped together.

There was a knock at the door, but both of them were too spent to care at that point.

"Uh....everything ok in there?" someone asked.

"Yep. Got everything under control," he said looking into her eyes.

And she giggled.