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He had taken his time to warm her body and savor her scent as she moistened in response to his caress. Their breathing had changed and the room felt unusually warm with the a/c on full blast. She wanted to feel him press against her but dared not speak. She feared losing her autonomy if she whispered her desire to have him press her towards pleasure.

From his end, he could not fully understand why she resisted his calling. He was willing to give her all the pleasure she wanted. Every time he set the stage for some passionate thrusts of passion, she held herself back.

There had to be a memory or event that made her feel the need to defend herself from him. What could possibly bother her so? He was growing a bit impatient. There was the matter of her flagrant disregards of boundaries by means of snooping. There was the flavor of control she tried to impose on him. Not that there was anything wrong with her leading, it just was not his cup of tea to have a woman lead every single decision in a relationship.

To be fair, he knew it was not every single decision. It was just the critical ones. As in this very moment when he was about to deliver his best orchestrated moves, she was holding back and resisting his endeavors. This was all fine and dandy if he was the bam-wham-thank-you-man type. He was not. It was important to him that his lady felt safe, secure, full, overjoyed.

Delivering these wonderful sensations was not possible with the roadblock of power she wielded with force hidden behind a veil of thin silk.

From her end, she was confident that she was leading the charge of romance. It was, after all, a woman’s duty to uphold the romance of a relationship. Guys were OK in the early days. Over time, their attention would fade. She was not going to have his attention fade at all. She was going to hold back just enough to keep him hungry and trying his best.

Women had to keep their men in total check. It was the law of the concrete jungle. Men could only be counted to take advantage of any and all opportunities left in their sights. As much as she loved what he did to her body, she had to hold on to control so he would not acclimated to one standard and grow bored. The more he worked, the more dedicated he became to her, more pleasure she got. All from holding just enough back.

He didn’t fight it this night like most nights. His frustration was growing. There would be a day when he’d have to rise up and face her border patrol and devastate it. She was his. She had to learn that. He did as he saw fit with what was his. Not having access was not going to be fun for much longer. He needed full access to provide her full on pleasure of all kinds. He knew what she needed. He had done his homework very well.

Sadly, had no clue what she was missing. The perpetual myth of control was ruining the very trust she wanted to keep. And there was that matter of her snooping. Yes, snooping even during moments of intimacy. Reducing it to just mechanical sex of the awesome variety. But sex nevertheless.

Tonight, he was going to shift the tide of things his way. Slipping down her centerline, he allowed his tongue to trace a thin line between her breasts straight to her womanhood. The sudden arching of her back and deep inhaling confirmed what he expected. Her sense of control was tenuous at best.

His tongue greedily exposed her clit and toyed with it mercilessly. Before her hands could grab a fist full of his hair to control his pace, he nearly savagely wrapped his lips and strong held her feminine fortitude. Gripping her hips with his strong hands, he pinned her to the bed and began to unleash a torrent of moves that reduced her to a very wet quivering mess of orgasm struggling to hold any sense of reality in focus.

Her mind wrestled a losing battle. She wanted to control the pace, dictate the moves, hold him at bay, have him begging for more access, yet he was tearing the fabric of her guard to pieces. No matter how she tried to squeeze her legs to slow his head, his hands found leverage to pry more access as his tongue lashed her soul to and fro.