Everything that had passed before was foreplay, deniable as sex. We looked at one another savouring the moment. Her fingers twisted into my own sticky... fingers. She raised her arms up, and out, and pulled me into her. The heat was intense, almost scalding. I buried myself in her, leaning for the most possible leverage, and then grinding my pelvic bone to hers. We kissed, holding the moment for as long as possible before our bodies demanded movement: the flex and sway of her hips to the push and. But this time was different....I woke up to you rolling me over from my stomach to my back. Seeing an advantage to fighting back for once, my brain told my limbs to move, however I quickly learned that that communication was being blocked somehow. You begin removing my shorts but never make eye contact."You know baby, I learned something about myself. See, for me, its definitely about the control, but not so much about the struggle. I need to control you. I need to own you."I swear my heart is. He strained and heaved as he thrust himself into her frothing wound, trying to duplicate her climactic joy. But her mouth had already robbed him of the power to respond. He contented himself with maintaining a steady thrust and withdrawal that sent his hard prick pistoning in and out of her sweaty love glove. Jackie cooed and sang out her, delight at the sensations radiating outward from his broad, burly tool. Her thighs gripped him like a death grip, and her hands clasped the muscular black. He closed the door and turned to see her unbutton her shirt a few more buttons, that hot pink pushup was doing wonderful things, but he couldn't wait to see it on the floor.He smiled and she helped him take his shirt off as she led him to the bedroom. He finished unbuttoning her shirt and it slid to the floor. He caressed her slender neck and slipped his arms around her pressing their bodies together. He tipped his head to the side and kissed her with a powerful and passionate kiss, reveling in.