Watching The Game

"And who said that i didn't want?" she replied looking into his eyes, smiling slyly. Meanwhile, she finished to unbotton his pants and made them falling on the floor, then with her right hand she entered in his underwear, touching him softly, then, with a new sly smile, she asked him teasingly, quoting a phrase that he told to her once "So, who's the one in control, now?"

He grabbed her by her wrists and pinned her to the bed with his body, laying himself over her.
"Still me baby," he said with a sly smile.

As soon as he grabbed her and pinned her to the bed, she felt the butterflies in her stomach, and for a second looked at him with surprise, then she smiled again and giggled softly, surrounding its pelvis with one leg.
"Oh, really?" she dared to say at last

"Who's the one pinned on the bed blushing as bright red as a tomato?" he asked with an amused smile before kissing her gently.
"Really... I have a feeling I'm in control."

"I'm not blushing as a tomato!" she exclaimed in reply, blushing even more, trying softly to free her wrists
She seemed so different, now, without her mask: so much more tender, soft, fragile... she was absolutely natural, and she wasn't even realizing it... and he was probably the only person in the word that had ever seen her in that way, or, if not the only one, surely one of the few, and the only one in a long period.

"Maybe not, I dream of the day I can eat a tomato that red," he laughed, kissing her cheeks. He didn't let go of her wrists when she started to struggle, but instead kissed her lips passionatly.

She was blushing more and more, but however she smiled shyly: when he didn't let her go she didn't protest: it wasn't a real fight, just a sort of game, and when he kissed her she kissed him back with the same passion, then, moving her body to be closer to him, she replied whispering teasingly
"So, if you're the one in control, why are you so hard down there?"
but her provocation was probably only an invitation to make him touch her, since she was probably more excited than him: she was really wet, and her panties were soaked.

He let go of one of her wrists to slowly stroke it against her underwear.
"If you're the one in control, how come you're so wet down there?" he asked, teasing her back.

When he touched her pussy through the panties she couldn't help but moan a bit, arching her back, and closed her legs to keep his hand among her legs. She could have done sex hundred and hundred of times, but none of her customers had ever had this power on her, she could have learnt how become wet to don't hurt herself, but it never turned her on like he was doing.

Still touching her, he bent down and whispered in her ear:
"Who's in control?"

She moaned again, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes, at his question she opened again her eyes, looking at him: at the beginng it seemed like she wanted reply to continue the 'duel' about who was in control, but then, when a new movement of his hand made her moan again instinctively, she just bit again her lips, without a reply

"That's what I thought," he whispered in her ear before he slid his hand under her panties and continued stroking her.

Closing her eyes again, enjoying his hands under her underwear, she continued to moan lowly, like a cat that purrs, then, still with the eyes closed, she searched for his lips, to kiss them with passion

He removed his own pants and underwear before he slid a hand behind her back to unbuckle her bra.
"Ready?" he asked as he slowly slid her underwear off.

She facilitated his movemente when he slid away her underwear, and her heart was already beating stronger. She slid her arms around his neck, kissing him again, and nodded at his question, slowly at the beginning, and then faster, and then, kissing him once again, she whispered "As always"

He gently penetrated her while kissing her softly. At first he didn't do anything, just laid still, feeling her, but soon he started moving slowly, rubbing up against her body.

she moaned softly when he penetrated her, still kissing him with passion, still her arms around his neck, her hands grabbing his back. When he started to move, she started as well to move her pelvis, continuing to moan softly

He started to move faster and faster while kissing her more and more passionatly. He held her body as close to his as he could while still allowing her to breathe.

She was continuing to kiss him with the same passion, moving her pelvis with his rhythm, breathing with shortness of breath while she was moaning more and more louder

"Meg..." he said breathlessly.
"If we keep this up... I just might..." he couldn't finish his sentence due to lack of air, but hoped she would understand what he meant.

"Me... too..." she replied her, breathless as he, continuing immediatly later to moan louder and louder.

He couldn't hold it in anymore, and he moaned loudly as he came inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, sweaty and breathing heavily.

She came with him, moaning louder, getting tense in all her body and then relaxing, still breathless

He pulled himself up just enough to nibble on her lower lip and slowly pulled out. He crawled up in the bed next to her and puller her in close, so that she was lying on his chest, before kissing her forehead.

sne moaned once again when he slipped away from her, but she was too tired to ask for more, she just settled better when he pulled her closed to him, laying her head on his chest. She didn't talk, just stared at the ceiling.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

She swallowed getting a bit tense all over her body. She didn't reply, what could she reply after all? *I like you*? It sounded stupid. So she simply didn't reply. Just she couldn't help herself to think that it was strange: really so strange... so new... but how could it be? She used to have sex all nights... why was it different? She really didn't know the answer...

He didn't care that she didn't reply, he knew what she felt for him. He could tell by the way she blushed, by the way she acted so differently now, so natural. By the way he could feel her heart speed up every time he was close to her. He knew. Even if she didn't.

She sighed idly, and then she turned leaning her chin on her hands, and the hands on his chest: she looked at him for a while, then, like she couldn't bear the silence anymore, she asked "So... what do you wanna do now?"

"Anything as long as it's with you," he said softly, but serious.

"I've not a lot of imagination..." she replied surrounding his leg with her own leg. "Choose you"

"Then why don't we just lay here?" he said with a smile as he stared into her eyes.

"Without do anything?" she asked uncertain, with an incredulous smile; she just wasn't used to it...
then, suddenly, a chill across her back, shaking her body.

He was about to ask why not, when he suddenly noticed her body shaking.
"What's wrong?" he asked alarmed as he sat up in the bed and looking at her.

"Hey, it's just a chill! have you never had one?" She asked teasingly, setting up too and approaching him to kiss him on his lips and surrounding his neck with her arms

He kissed her lightly before laughing relieved.
"You never know with your fragile little body," he said with a tender laugh.
"What gave you chills anyway?" he asked teasingly and winked at her.

"This 'fragile little body' has overcome worse things than a chill" she replied pretending to be offense, but she was obviously kidding "And, i don't know... maybe you!"

"Definitly me," he said with a teasing smile as he pulled her closer and kissed her soft lips.

She giggled, kissing him back, but then a new chill through her back

"I didn't know I had this much effect on you," he teased and kissed her again.

"You're so silly sometime!" she couldn't help herself to whisper to him, kissing him back again. However, now that they were so close, maybe he could notice that her body was colder than it was supposed to be...

He yawned.
"We should get some sleep," he said before hugging her tight.
"You seem cold, don't get sick on me, ok?" he asked teasingly and pulled the quilt over them to warm her.
"'Night princess," he whispered and kissed the top of her head.

When he yawned, she couldn't help herself to do the same, and she nodded to his proposal. "Don't worry..." she replied with an amused smile, then, at his last phrase, she replied sweetly "goodnight..." then, frowning, she continued with a definite, even if surely not angry: "And stop with that 'princess'!"
then she yawned again, pulling herself closer to him, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep...