Who Is In Control?
Nothing is sexier than a man in control and losing self controlHe tells me to lie on my back, he’s staring down at me. An unwavering look, it’s intense. He doesn’t need to use words to tell me to be still and to just take him. His face flinches slightly as he enters me. I gasp with relief that he’s finally inside me and with a hint of discomfort, at his size. And my tightness. His hands are holding my hips firm. He’s controlling the rhythm. His jaw clenches as he moves deeper into me...
