He’d always known his impressive size played a vital role in both his physical and emotional dominance over subs. For that reason, it’d been a long time since he’d felt nervous with a woman, yet Lukus had to acknowledge he had what could only be described as a few butterflies as he waited for Tiffany’s first reaction to seeing him naked. He watched as her initial look of awe was quickly replaced with a lustful, predatory glint.
Hell, yeah. She wants you bad, Sport. You’d better be a good boy and not get overzealous now. We want this to last.
Reaching into the nightstand, he came out with a foil-wrapped condom. Tiffany watched through half-lidded eyes as he rolled the condom onto his long, thick tool. Only when he was done and continued to stand there motionless did she shift her gaze up to meet his. The lust was still glowing, but he saw something deeper—a calm, steady trust shining back at him, and in that moment, he was reminded that without a doubt, what was about to happen was special. Without saying a word, Lukus lifted Tiff to move her into the center of the bed. He slowly crawled in, moving to hover over her as she opened her legs wider. She gasped as she felt the head of his thick cock gently sliding through her wet folds, making sure she was ready for him.
Lukus stayed just inches above her for what seems like an eternity. As anxious as he was to be inside her, he was enjoying watching the expressions flit across Tiffany’s face as she breathlessly waited for him. He was caught off guard when she decided to taunt him at this crucial moment.
“I didn’t think you were into vanilla, Lukus. Yet, here we are about to make love missionary style on a Saturday night with the lights off.”
Damn, I love that sweet sass. I’m going to so enjoy wiping that smile right off her face until she can’t think straight.
“Oh baby, this may be vanilla, but I’ll be sure to add lots of sprinkles and whipped cream just for you. I can assure you, you’re not going to get bored.”
Taking control, Lukus started to slowly push his cock into her warm and waiting pussy. He was sure the pace was more torturous for him than for Tiff as he inserted himself into her millimeter by millimeter, savoring each second, never letting his penetrating gaze leave hers as he stretched her wide. The shine in her eyes was ablaze with passion by the time he felt himself fully seated in her tight tunnel. His mind was racing as he fought to maintain control. Holding perfectly still, he let out a deeply held breath. Tiffany threw her arms around his neck, as if she subconsciously wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to try to get away from her.
As he pinned her with his stare, he recognized how easy it would be to lose himself completely in her. She was perfection—sin, purity, sass, and submission all rolled into one delectable package. She was like no woman that’d lain down before him. He could see her longing for him etched on her face.
Before he began what he suspected would be his downfall, he pulled her arms away from his neck and took her hands in his, entwining their fingers as closely as their other body parts and stretched her hands above her head, guiding her to a submissive pose. He oh-so-slowly withdrew from her body, and her vulnerable whimper at his retraction edged him closer to losing himself. What he wanted to do was plow her hard and fast, but that would come later. When he’d almost fully withdrawn, he filled her again, slowly.
I’m not gonna last. I can’t fucking believe this. I need a distraction. Think about work, about game stats, about how she played like a pro tonight on my court and I'll get to watch her again and again. Shit. This isn’t helping... fuuuccckkk.
Once he was in to the base again, Lukus started to pick up the pace, withdrawing again to the tip before ramming back into Tiff’s tight folds. The lustful sound she made had him floating in a near out-of-body experience. He pumped in and out of her hot pussy, each stroke harder and faster than the one before and by only the tenth stroke, he was ready to explode inside her.
“Oh, fuck baby, I'm gonna come already… damn.”
He’d had every intention of going slow, of making her wait as he made soft, slow love to her luscious body. But when he saw the desire bubbling in her eyes as they were locked with his own, his last control slipped away and Lukus lunged forward, burying his hard cock balls-deep into Tiffany in one final, hard push. She felt so fucking perfect and he wasn’t sure what amazed him more—the fact he was shooting his hot cum into the condom with only a few thrusts into her body or the fact that Tiffany’s pussy was grasping his cock as she spasmed through her strongest orgasm yet. It took all his strength not to collapse on her as he recovered.
Fuck. What the hell happened? I knew I should have stroked one off in the shower tonight so I would’ve had a chance in hell of lasting longer.
It was Tiffany’s raspy voice that brought him back around. “Oh my God, Lukus. That was amazing. I’ve never come like that before… ever. What the hell did you do?”
Pushing up so he could look down into her eyes, he could see she was absolutely serious.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, baby, but maybe I should be asking you what you did. I’ve never come so fast like that either… ever. I’m so embarrassed.”
His heart lurched as she broke into the most adorable smile he’d seen on her yet. “Silly boy. I love that you came so fast. It tells me just how excited you were to be with me. And in case you missed it, I came too.”
“Still, I...”
It was Tiff’s turn to shush him with her fingers on his lips. “Stop. It was awesome, and in case you forgot, you promised me more tonight and believe me, I’m going to collect on that promise. If you think you’re done for the night, you’re crazy.”
Lukus released a relieved chuckle. “Oh, Tiff, you’re so on.” He was still buried inside of her as he crushed his mouth down to capture hers in a searing kiss. She was already thrusting her hips up as she felt him quickly growing again, filling her inch-by-inch as the blood flowed to his cock. But Lukus knew he needed to change condoms and reluctantly slid out of her warmth, eliciting a low groan from her. Rolling away and on to his back, he reached down to slide off the spent condom and tie off the end, trapping the cum inside.
They spent a short minute each catching their breath before Lukus pushed to stand next to the bed and dropped the condom in the nearby trashcan.
“I’m gonna go grab us a quick water. Don’t move. I’ll be back in just a minute.”
“Okay, but don’t be gone too long.”
Her eyes were shining with a strange mix of emotions Lukus was afraid to interpret and for the briefest of seconds, he felt lightheaded, as if the earth was moving under him. He was nearly knocked on his ass at the unexpected emotions flowing through him as he looked down at Tiffany. He quickly turned, ducking out of the bedroom to head to the kitchen, in part to grab them water, but more importantly, to grab a few minutes to settle his nerves.
Even in his sexual haze, Lukus took the time to recognize how long it’d been since he’d allowed himself to feel this level of intimacy with a woman. While he’d certainly performed any number of very personal, very intimate acts with the submissives he had played with over the years, it was just that—an act. A game. Each of them had had their role to play, and each knew it well. Him the aggressor. Her the sexual toy. He knew how to bring pleasure. He knew how to bring pain and he’d delivered both expertly. Until tonight he hadn’t recognized the missing ingredient—or more accurately, he hadn’t even realized there was a missing ingredient that could turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.