I’ve always been the one in control, the one who calls the shots. but last night, that all changed. he was the quiet guy from work always polite, always just watching. i never thought much of it until a casual after-work drink turned into something much more.

we were laughing at some inside joke, leaning closer over the bar, and the next thing i knew, his lips were on mine in a dark corner of the street as we made our way to his place. there was no hesitation once we got inside. he shut the door behind us and pinned me against it, his mouth exploring mine like he’d been waiting forever for this. i gasped as his hands moved up my thighs, sliding under my skirt, and a wicked grin spread across his face when he discovered i wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“you’re full of surprises,” he muttered before lifting me up, carrying me to the living room. the thrill of being out of control, of letting him take over, made my skin tingle. he laid me down on the couch, his fingers and tongue exploring every inch of me until i was trembling, begging for more.

and then he did more than that. he flipped me over, pulling my hips up as he pushed inside me with a slow, deep stroke that made me moan louder than i thought possible. he took me hard and fast, then slow and teasing, his control making me lose all sense of time. he whispered the filthiest things as we moved together, each thrust claiming me until i couldn’t hold back the pleasure any longer.

in the morning, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the window, i woke to find him already between my legs, coaxing another moan out of me with a mischievous smile.

yeah, i’d say the tables definitely turned that night, and i’m not complaining one bit.