Ava nods her head enthusiastically and I chuckle at how cute her eagerness is.
“Orgasms, please.” It is a demand. A sweet one, but a demand, nonetheless.
My palm slaps her pussy causing her to jolt and moan.
“You don’t own your orgasms, sweet red,” I remind her. “I do.”
My girl growls. She doesn’t like that statement.
Shedding my pants and boxers, I throw them to the side, unbothered by where they land. Sex for me has always been something more clinical than passionate. The one woman I chose to get close to when I was younger betrayed me and since then, all I have ever done is pump and dump, uncaring if the woman gets off or not.
Ava is different. She is my wife for all intent and purposes. I enjoy sex with her and want nothing more than to bring her to the height of pleasure.
Fisting my cock, I ask, “Who owns your orgasms, Red?” Ava glares at me before looking away, her nose in the air.
Brat.
Slowly, I stroke myself, the urge to plow into her is hard to resist but she needs to learn who is in charge. I let the fingertips of my free hand trail down her already slick slit. Bringing them to my mouth, I taste her arousal, sweet and decadent.
She cries out when I slap her pussy again. “Who owns your orgasms, Red?”
Burying her face in her hands she murmurs something I can’t quite hear.
“What is that?” I press my thumb down, putting pressure on her clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.
“God,” she groans into her hands, arching into my touch.
“Not him, baby,” I laugh. “Show me your eyes.”
I pause my touch and wait for her to obey. Ava doesn’t hesitate to follow my command knowing I hold the key to her pleasure. Then again, she is always good at following orders in the bedroom, sweet as a kitten as she writhes and moans beneath me.
It is everywhere else that she fights me tooth and nail.
“Who owns your orgasms?”
Her pupils are blown wide with unrestrained desire. Her cheeks are flushed, her body squirming beneath me, seeking out contact.
“Tell me, sweet girl,” I encourage, lining my cock up with her entrance. I will lose control if I go any further.
“You do,” she whispers shyly. I smirk.
“Damn right I do.”
Ava cries out as I bury myself to the hilt inside of her in one long thrust.
“Fuck.” I rip her dress straight down the middle, exposing the rest of her milky white skin. Her nipples are already hard for me, diamond peaks ready to be bit and sucked.
“Move.” She plants her feet on the bed and thrusts upward to get me to shift. I smirk, holding her hips down to the bed.
Ava whimpers.
“You’re not in control here, Red,” I remind her. “You may be getting my cock instead of my belt, but don’t push me. There is still time for me to change my mind.”
Pouting, she brings her knees up to her chest and wraps her legs around my torso.
“Good girl.” I pull out and plow into her again. And again.
She screams my name, her nails digging into my shoulders, but I won’t be stopping. I pivot my hips to fuck her deeper and harder. Her sudden cry of pleasure causes me to smirk. Bingo. I lean forward and take her hardened nipple into my mouth and bite down. Ava lets her mouth fall open as she gasps for breath, the pain mingling with her pleasure.