More

"I love it when you dominate me," I told him.

"I noticed that," he said.

"In fact, I love it so much that sometimes I want more," I said.

"More?"

"Yeah. Stronger dominance. More dominance. Dominance when I haven't asked for it yet."

"Hmmm," he said, pausing briefly. "I think I can manage that."

And manage it he did. It didn't happen that day or even the next day. But he did surprise me with some much desired dominance.

It didn't start out any differently than usual. We were laying naked on the bed kissing and touching. After a while my face drifted serenely down to my favorite place - his erect cock. I proceeded to make a wet Willy.

Then he was ready for something different. "Get down on the floor," he said.

I didn't catch the sternness in his voice immediately. I started moving to the end of the bed to kneel at his feet. I didn't go fast enough.

He grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me to his cock. I laughed, realizing finally what was happening. But I didn't laugh long.

My pussy certainly wasn't in a laughing mood. She was tingling and pulsing with excitement. I felt a fresh twinge of pleasure with everything he did.

He put his hands on my face and pulled my mouth down over his smooth cock. He gripped my head firmly and thrust his hips. He pulled his cock out my my mouth and rubbed it on my face and lips before pushing it back in my mouth.

Eventually, he was ready to fuck me. "Lay on the bed," he growled. "On your stomach."

I obeyed, wondering what was coming next. Kneeling himself between my legs he pushed his cock in my very wet pussy. He lay down, his stomach to my back, and began to pump. This was a new position for us.

I could feel his weight holding me down. His skin was pressed my my skin. With his face so close to my face I could hear his raspy, labored breathing. He leaned in slightly and bit my earlobe hard.

My body responded to it - all of it. My moaning mingled with his sounds as he fucked me. We climaxed together, drenched in sweat.

It was certainly the more I was looking for. In fact, it was so powerful, it has been my favorite fantasy lately. I love replaying that moment in my mind. Somehow it was that harsh breathing in my ear as he worked against his own body weight and gravity that really got to me.

He held me down and fucked me. I could not move. I could not leave. It excited me.

And yet, I also felt so safe. I felt so loved. He gave me more.