“Like this?” I asked, backing up into him.

Jimi stiffened, his hands hovering just above my hips as I leaned back into him, feeling the heat of his body. Close but not touching.

He had arrived at my place only a few minutes ago and we had jumped straight into it–at my instance, of course. A thrill of anticipation had shot through me as I opened the door and saw him standing there, dressed in workout clothes, shoulders broad and imposing. He had come prepared.

And so had I.

Now we were in my lounge, Jimi standing behind me as I bent to the floor. I had worn my tightest leggings again, only today I had “forgotten” to wear my underwear, my pussy tight against the fabric, pressing into my clit, making me wet already. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since meeting him the day before, and I hoped he had a good view of my wet patch.

“Yeah… just like that,” he replied, his voice rough as he swallowed. I could feel his hesitation, the way his hands seemed caught between wanting to steady me and knowing he shouldn’t. Perfect. I took a slow breath, arching my back just enough to press myself fully against him.

“Don’t be shy,” I whispered, casting a glance back at him over my shoulder. “I need you to really hold me steady.”

I could practically feel the tension radiating off him as he slid his hands down just a fraction, fingers splayed over my hips, finally giving in to the temptation. A smirk played on my lips as I kept stretching, my movements slow and deliberate, pushing back into him just a bit more with each bend. I could feel his breath catch, his grip tightening as his hands rested firmly on my waist.

“You’ve got…really good form,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. The flush on his cheeks was unmistakable.

“Thanks,” I replied, my tone sweet. “I always aim to keep in shape.” My voice dipped low. “But sometimes, it’s more fun with the right partner.”

I could tell he was trying to hold back, that inner battle playing out as he tried to keep his composure. I leaned forward, bending deeply, making sure my hips pressed firmly into him as I reached for my toes. Every inch of my body was on display, and I knew he could feel the curve of my ass pressed tightly against him. He let out a small, strangled noise, his hands slipping just slightly as if to brace me.

“You’re doing a good job, Jimi.” I moaned “I wasn’t sure you’d be up for it.”

“Thanks,” he said, his voice reserved. “Wait, what are you–”

“They are too restrictive,” I said, my thumbs looped beneath my black yoga pants, pulling them down slowly over the curve of my ass, revealing the top of my naked butt. “Haven't you ever read that before, Jimi? That it’s good to let the skin breathe when working out?”

“Jesus, Sarah. I, uhh–”

“Can you help me please? They’re so tight…”

A few moments of wordless hesitation passed before I felt his hands grip the yoga pants and begin to peel them off me.

“Slowly…” I said, allowing a little sigh of pleasure to enter my voice. This was my favorite part.

“Like this?” Jimi asked, gently pulling my yoga pants down, exposing my perfectly shaven pussy, tight and wet. He continued to pull the pants down, over my hips, over my knees, and finally my ankles, his face so close to me that I could feel his breath on my asshole, sending another rush of excitement through me.

“Thank you,” I said. “That's much better, don't you think?

He looked up at me, his face flushed, hands still holding the waistband of my pants at my ankles. He didn’t respond, his gaze roaming over me, taking in every exposed inch. The thrill of control pulsed through me as I took my time stretching, knowing exactly how close he was.

I straightened up, letting my back arch and my body press against his chest as I looked over my shoulder, catching the raw hunger in his eyes. “I hope you’re not shy, Jimi,” I teased. “Because I’m not.” I reached for his hands, guiding them up from my hips, one sliding across my stomach, the other coming up over my chest. I held him there, my own hand resting on his, keeping him close as I leaned back into him.

“Sarah…” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

“Relax,” I whispered back, letting go of his hand to slowly bring it up over my chest, guiding him as he squeezed, feeling my body respond to his touch. I pressed back against him, letting him feel how warm I was, how much I was enjoying the effect I was having on him.

“You like it?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder, my lips so close to his that I could feel his breath. I didn’t wait for him to answer, instead pressing my body tighter to him, savoring every reaction, every stifled gasp and hesitant touch. “I want you to enjoy my body.”

His hands, now emboldened, ran over my body, mapping every curve as he held me firmly against him. His fingers found their way to my hard nipples, and the gentle pinch he gave me made my pussy ache. But just as I felt him start to let go, to fully surrender to the moment, I stepped away, letting his hands drop back to his sides. I turned to face him, a sly smile playing on my lips.

“Come on, Jimi,” I said, keeping my gaze locked on his, daring him. “I want you to show me how badly you want this.”

PART 3

I moved in close, pressing my fingers to his lips. Slowly, I slid one finger into my mouth, making sure he watched every movement. Then I slid my fingers down over my own body, pushing it gently between my lips, running it lightly over my clit. His eyes widened.

“You like watching me?” I asked, my tone teasing, challenging him.

“Yes,” he said.

“Then taste.”

I lifted my fingers to his lips, letting them graze softly, smirking as he hesitated, his desire warring with his restraint. After a moment, he parted his lips, taking my fingers into his mouth, his gaze dark and hungry as he tasted me. The vulnerability, the hunger. He let out a quiet groan, barely able to keep his composure. I had him exactly where I wanted.

“Show me how badly you want it, Jimi,” I said softly, my fingers now trailing down his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. “I want you to take it all out, right here.”

He seemed stunned at first, blinking as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. But the thrill of control, the anticipation—it was building between us, filling every inch of space. He swallowed hard, his hand going to his waistband, hesitating for only a second before he did as I asked.

I started breathing faster.

What Jimi pulled out of his pants was bigger than anything I could have expected. Straight, thick, long, and girthy. My mouth watered at the sight of it, and my pussy ached in anticipation.

But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Not yet. I was enjoying the control too much.

I leaned forward slightly, taking my time as I let my fingers trail over his chest, then down his stomach, savoring every shiver, every stifled breath as he stood there, exposed and vulnerable, his cock twitching already, desperate for attention. I moved my fingers back up to his lips, letting them linger just above, barely touching.

He seemed torn, caught between his desire and the need to keep some semblance of control, but he was crumbling—exactly how I wanted him.

“Sarah…please…” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

“Please what?” I teased, raising an eyebrow, making him work for it. My hand lingered just above him, my fingers grazing his skin, never giving him quite enough.

His hands clenched at his sides, his self-restraint almost painful to watch. But finally, he broke. “Please…touch me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, almost a plea.

I smiled, taking my time as I reached down again, letting my fingers brush against him, just enough to feel him shudder, his breath hitching as I finally wrapped my hand around him. He gasped.

But I didn’t move.

“Do you like that?” I asked, keeping my voice low, watching his reaction. He nodded, his jaw clenched. He bucked his hips, trying to get more friction on his cock, but I moved my hand with his movements, denying him his pleasure.

“You want it, don’t you?”

“Fuck. Please. I want it.”

“Good boy,” I murmured, running my hands back down his chest, enjoying every small gasp, every quiet groan.

With his eyes full of desperation, I pushed him back against the sofa, guiding him down until he was lying flat beneath me. I climbed onto him, taking my time, feeling the heat radiating from his body as I straddled his chest, my pussy stretched wide.

“Stay right there,” I murmured, my hands braced on his shoulders as I moved further up, positioning myself just above his face. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me closer, his face inches away, eyes wide, almost in awe as he looked up at me.

“Sarah…” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

“Go on, Jimi,” I teased, running a gentle finger along the length of his cock. It twitched in response, desperate for attention. “Show me how badly you want it.”

He didn’t hesitate this time, his hands firm on my thighs as he pulled me down, his mouth eagerly finding me, his lips pressing against my skin, warm and wet. I gasped, unable to hide my reaction as his tongue flicked across me, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer, his face buried between my thighs. He moved with an intensity that took me by surprise, his mouth hot and insistent.

I rolled my hips against his face, gyrating backwards and forward, feeling every movement, every flick of his tongue as he tasted me, his groans vibrating against my skin. My fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him as he devoured me, his mouth relentless, his hands holding me in place.

My breath became ragged as I surrendered to the pleasure, my huge tits bouncing up and down as I fucked his tongue. He seemed lost in it, entirely focused on me, his need to please overriding everything else.

I knew it from the moment I first set eyes on him in the gym; I can spot them a mile away–he was a good boy.

And now it was time for his reward.

Without a word, I slid down his body, positioning myself just above him, feeling the heat and tension of his arousal pressed against me. I gripped him, savoring the quiet moan he couldn’t hold back as I teased his length against me, moving my hips in slow, maddening circles.

“You ready?” I asked, leaning forward, letting my fingers trail up his chest, then around his throat, feeling the strong pulse under my hand.

“God, yes,” he managed, his voice strained, eyes dark with anticipation.

I held his gaze as I lowered myself onto him, taking him inch by inch, feeling the delicious stretch, the pressure as he filled me. His hands gripped my waist, trying to control himself, but I wasn’t about to let him set the pace. I leaned forward, pressing my hand against his chest to hold him down, my other hand still wrapped around his throat as I began to move.

He groaned, his head tilting back, hands clenching against my hips, trying to buck up into me. But I kept him pinned, grinding my hips down in slow, agonizing movements, savoring every moment. Each thrust brought a gasp, a groan, his breaths growing more desperate as I tightened my grip slightly around his throat, watching his eyes widen in shock and pleasure.

“Do you like it rough, Jimi?” I whispered, leaning down, my breath hot against his ear.

He swallowed hard, nodding, his voice barely a rasp. “Yes…fuck, yes.”

I smiled, increasing the pressure just a bit, feeling his pulse quicken under my hand as I rode him harder, faster, grinding down with every thrust. His hands slid up to my back, clutching at me as he gave in, his body straining under mine, lost in the rhythm we’d created. I could feel him coming undone beneath me, each groan, each muffled breath, fueling my own need, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Sarah…” he choked out, his hands tightening on my hips, desperately holding on as I continued to move, relentless, unyielding, pushing him further than he’d expected. His breaths came shallow and quick, his eyes locked onto mine, wide and vulnerable, completely under my control.

The room filled with the sound of our bodies moving together, my moans blending with his gasps, the tension between us building, spiraling, until I could feel that familiar heat building low in my stomach, coiling tighter with every thrust. I leaned down, loosening my grip on his throat just enough to let him gasp for air, and his hands gripped me harder as he thrust up into me, a raw, urgent rhythm that had us both teetering on the brink.

“Jimi…” I whispered, my voice shaky, urging him on, my own need spilling over.

He answered with a low groan, his hands digging into my skin as he moved faster, harder, chasing that last bit of release. I could feel it, so close, my own control slipping as he drove into me, the pleasure building, cresting, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, and I cried out, clenching around him, trembling in his grasp, my tits bouncing as I threw my head back and came all over his big cock.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before I felt him tense beneath me, his own release following close behind, his body arching up into mine as he came, his eyes closed, mouth open in a silent cry. I could feel the warmth of him filling me, his hands slackening as he filled up my pussy with his cum.

For a few moments, we lay there in silence, our breathing slowing, bodies still tangled together. I let my hand fall from his throat, brushing lightly against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers.

I lifted myself off him, leaning down toward his face. I placed a finger against his lips and pushed it inwards, a gentle act of dominance reminding him that even though my pussy was leaking with his cum, I was still the one in control. I kissed him gently on the forehead, my finger still in his mouth and looked him in his eyes, smiling sweetly.

“Same time tomorrow?”