She Likes Taking Control

She saunters towards him, her hips swaying seductively beneath the lacy lingerie she’s wearing. Her eyes are filled with desire as she takes control of the situation. She presses her body against his, her breasts heaving with every breath she takes.

Taking Control

Her hands start to wander, exploring his body with a confidence that makes him weak at the knees. She unbuttons his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin. He gasps as she grazes his nipples, sending shivers down his spine.

She pushes him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. Her thighs are strong and muscular, and she uses them to pin him down. He can feel the heat emanating from her core, and he knows that she wants him just as much as he wants her.

Lacy Lingerie

She slides off her lingerie, revealing her perfect body. Her breasts are firm and round, her nipples hard and erect. She leans over him, her hair cascading down around them like a curtain. He can smell her perfume, a mixture of vanilla and musk that makes his head swim.

She takes him inside her, her body enveloping him in a warmth that makes him groan with pleasure. She moves slowly at first, but soon she’s riding him hard, her hips bucking wildly as she takes what she wants.

Their bodies are slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He can feel himself on the brink of release, and he knows that she’s close too. He reaches up, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She screams with pleasure, grinding down on him harder as she comes.

He follows her over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him like a wave. He collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. She collapses on top of him, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.

They lay there for a moment, their hearts beating in time with each other. She looks up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “I told you I liked taking control,” she says, her voice husky with desire. He can’t help but smile back, knowing that this is just the beginning of their night together.