She Took Control This Morning-Romance + Mature Story by Salty Vixen

The sharp sound dragged Jim out of a deep satisfying sleep. He rolled onto his side and tried to pull one hand up to rub his eyes. Something held his wrists. Something cold, hard and tight. He pulled harder and consciousness hit him hard. His wrists were cuffed.

“Sarah, what?” he muttered, not quite able to grasp what was happening. The bedclothes had wrapped around his legs making it difficult for him to turn over. Finally, he managed to roll onto his back, with the cuffs digging in. When he looked up, he saw Sarah kneeling on the bed beside him, with one of those mischievous looks she had.

“G’morning, sexy!” She wriggled, naked and obviously excited. She was flushed and goose-bumps puckered the skin on her chest and neck. “I thought I’d start our weekend off with something I’ve been thinking about.” Reaching out, she ran one of her fingers over his broad, nearly hairless chest, tweaking each nipple as she passed it.

He gasped at the small pain, but felt his morning hard-on twitch. Glancing down, he saw his mid-section still lay hidden under the twist of blankets so his erection remained his secret for the moment. “And just what have you been thinking about,” he asked, trying to keep still as she slid her fingers over his chest, then down the centre of his belly. When she reached the sheet just below his belly button, she grasped it firmly and yanked it down.

“Hey!” he shouted, surprised at her sudden move. The instant heat in his face and neck told him he was blushing as he lay fully exposed. She hadn’t just freed his middle. She’d pulled the sheet and blankets completely off him and the bed.

Scooting off the bed, she chuckled while he struggled to rise and overcome the unaccustomed helplessness he felt. He remembered they’d once talked about her taking control. He’d been turned on, but she’d let it drop. He’d assumed it was just a passing fantasy, until now.

His heart beat wildly and he willed himself to lay back and relax. With a smile of his own, he splayed his knees apart. Although it hurt his wrists, he snuggled back into the mattress and let his morning erection take its course. Closing his eyes, he felt the head crawl up his belly towards his navel. His balls shifted as the cooler air found them.

Her sharp indrawn breath made him look up at her. Sarah was tall, almost as tall as his 5′ 10″, but that’s where any similarity between them ended. Where he was dark and muscular, she was blonde, and beautifully round and soft. Not fat, but well fleshed and curvaceous. Her large brown eyes melted him whenever he looked into them. She had a mouth that was meant for kissing, or sucking his cock, and as his eyes wandered down, he felt his erection throb.

His gaze stopped at her large tan-coloured areolas. As he watched, they tightened into hard knots of pleasure that he knew were extraordinarily responsive. His visual journey continued when her hand slid over her belly and down toward the soft plumpness of her pussy. The smattering of blonde pubic hair made his mouth water. When she spread her legs and slipped a finger past her tantalising splash of hair, his breath caught.

“You ready to follow my lead?” Sarah asked in a husky voice.

He glanced up to her face and saw the determination. In the three years they’d been together, this was the first time she’d shown any sign of actually wanting to try a more dominant roll in their love play. He was more than willing to follow her lead. In fact, he was more turned on than he could ever remember being.

“Yes.” He barely heard his own voice above the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.

Without another word, she stepped to the side of the bed. With a steady hand, she reached down and took hold of his erection. He couldn’t stop the sigh that followed. Her grip tightened as she slid her hand down the shaft and gently nudged his balls. The upward stroke drew the last bit of length out of him. He ached to thrust upwards, to follow her fist, but he gritted his teeth and remained still. His inner thighs trembled and his testicles rolled in tighter.

She played him as only she knew how; drawing him closer and closer to climax. He tried to keep still, to make her believe he had some control over his excitement. But, after only a few minutes of her expert teasing he was pushing his hips into the air, desperately trying to gain more of the sweet sensation she was giving him. Altering the speed of her hand dragged a groan from deep inside him, and a chuckle from her.

Without any warning she stopped. Her grip around the base of his cock tightened for a moment, and then she released him. His cock waved and bounced against his stomach and he arched upwards seeking her hand.

She slid her hand up his body leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum shining in its wake. Ignoring his sounds of frustration, she wrapped her hand around his upper arm and pulled him towards her. He got the idea right away and rolled off the bed. When he was standing, she reached down and using his hard-on as a handle, she pulled him after her.

“I want a bath, and you’re going to give me one.” She turned on her heel and before he could get a word out, dragged him into the bathroom.

She brought him to a halt beside their sunken tub. Releasing him, and while he pulled at his cuffed wrists, she knelt on the edge of the tub. Leaning forward, she gave him a breathtaking view of her bottom while she turned on the water and adjusted it to her liking. Taking the bath oil she liked the best, she poured a dollop into the palm of her hand then drizzled more under the running water. When she was satisfied, she turned and motioned for him to step closer.

Unthinking, he took a step forward and then shuddered when her oil slick hand wrapped around his erection. Her hand had warmed the oil and it felt like liquid silk as she spread it over his stiffened flesh. She sensuously slid her hand up and down his shaft. Instantly he was on the verge of exploding. Just when he thought he’d go mad, she changed the tempo, and slid her other hand under his balls. Cupping them, she carefully manipulated them from side to side, teasing him mercilessly.

“Spread your legs,” she said and when he did, she slipped her hand behind his balls.

“God, baby,” he moaned and felt his knees wobble. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.”

“Oh no you’re not,” she said and uncurled her fingers from around his shaft. Releasing his erection, she gently tugged on his balls and stroked the bulge behind the sack with the tips of her fingers.

Jim thrust his hips forward. His cock felt as if it was going to burst. He ached for relief, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask for it. This was all new territory for him. He loved it, but was unsure of the rules. He decided to bide his time, and do as he was told, and pray she’d let him cum soon.

Sarah’s breath brushed his thigh. Her tongue flicked across his lower belly, so near to his cock that he could have twisted, just a little, and she would have touched it. He groaned and heard her giggle. Just then, her finger found his anus and he couldn’t breathe. She’d never touched him there before. No one had. He felt heat wash over his face and he was sure he was blushing, but the sensation amazed him.

“Please,” he whimpered, before he could stop it. Please what, he asked himself and didn’t know the answer.

Pre-cum seeped from his cock head and drooled down the shaft to mix with the oil already coating it. He couldn’t stop his hips from swaying, thrusting himself into her hand, onto her finger.

Then she stopped. He stood; knees bent, legs apart, ready to scream for relief and she turned away. Bending before him, offering a glorious view of her bottom, she attended to her bath.

Jim’s mouth fell slack and he fought against the cuffs that held his hands behind his back. His balls ached. His cock throbbed and slapped against his thighs as he struggled. But, he was held fast.

“Ok, water’s ready,” Sarah said and gracefully climbed into the tub.

Unblinking, he watched her sink into her bath. Her feet, then her calves disappeared, followed by her knees and thighs. When the water touched her pussy, she sighed and reached down, cupping herself. Her belly next, then her lovely round tits sank into the oil-scented depths. She faced him and settled against the side of the tub. Her head rested on the edge, her breasts held buoyant before her. As if they were presenting themselves to him.

“Come and join me,” she said, in a voice that had grown deep with passion.

He took a step closer to the edge of the tub. Carefully, he entered and felt the heat of the water rise up his leg. When the water reached just passed his knee, his foot touched bottom. He lowered himself into the water. First his thighs then his bottom were engulfed as he sank into the tub, his balls loosened from the heat. Seated across from her, he wished he could reach out and take those lovely soft tits in his hands.

“You haven’t asked me what I have planned,” Sarah said, interrupting his thoughts.

“Uh, no, I guess I haven’t.” He brought his gaze up to meet hers and waited for her to go on.

“Like I said, I want a bath and you’re going to give me one. But, your hands remain cuffed behind you.” She spread her arms out resting them along the sides of the tub. The smile had returned. “I want you to use your body to wash me. Come here, I’ll help a little, but you do most of the work.”

For a second, Jim sat dumbstruck, unsure of what to do. She cleared her throat, dragging him back to what was happening and he moved. The water held him, swirled around him and tugged at his lust-hot flesh as he leaned toward her. His foot touched her first. His left foot rubbed against the inside of her calf. He lowered himself, knowing he was between her legs, and that his erection would rub against her soon. The water rushing against the tip of his cock drove him crazy. When it made contact with her body, he shuddered and leaned forward. Awkwardly, he fell against her, his shoulder bumping against her breast. He felt her hands on his shoulders, guiding him, easing him into place.

His mouth was at her neck and he kissed and sucked at her wildly, thrusting his pelvis against her. The soft smooth skin of her inner thigh felt marvellous rubbing against the head of his cock and he felt himself throb.

“Slow down, or it’ll be over before we begin,” she said and twisted her hips so he was helplessly humping the water between her legs. “I want you to use your body to wash me, rub yourself all over me.”

The tone of her voice made him stop and struggle back so he could look into her face. She never asked for anything during sex. The way her voice trembled and her inability to look him in the eyes, the blush, all made him realise how important this was.

“I’ll try,” he said, “but you have me so horny, I feel like I’m going to explode.” He leaned into her again and let his body slip down hers, his erection brushing her slick skin. He twisted and turned, rubbing himself on her as he imagined a dolphin would to arouse its mate. When his mouth met with her flesh, he kissed and licked her.

If he spread his legs, allowing his crotch to rub against her, he did so, but carefully so he wouldn’t cum too fast. He heard her panting and felt her hot breath brush his wet skin in short, sharp gasps when he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Like silk and satin slipping against one another, their bodies gave pleasure. She turned and pushed herself onto her knees, and his shaft slid between the plump mounds of her ass. He gasped at the new, wonderful sensation as she squeezed him. His body washed hers, and hers drove him to new heights of pleasure. Twisting, turning, he once again found her splayed beneath him. Her heat was like a magnet and his cock found her core, finally.

Tentatively, he nudged the silken folds of her sex and waited for her to twist away, to deny him. He was afraid to breathe; his body tensed with eagerness to please her. Her legs wound around him, slowly drawing him in. Like molten lava, her inner muscles held him, milked him. Drenched with her inner heat, he cried out with pleasure and sank fully into her.

Unable to touch her with his hands he leaned down and grasped first one nipple and suckled, then the other. He couldn’t stop trembling. Blood roared in his ears and all he could think of was cumming.

Beneath him, she moved. Her hands gripped his shoulders and slid down over his body to his hips. She grabbed hold and he pulsed deep inside her. Her answering spasm told him how close she was to orgasm and he flexed, making his cock lurch. A deep throaty growl reached his ears and her fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass. She pulled him tight and gasped, “I’m close.”

“I know.” Unable to thrust without her help, he flexed again and replied, “me too.”

With strength he hadn’t known she had, she pushed him away then pulled him close. At first, she wouldn’t allow him to do much and stopped him with ease in the water’s depths just by holding his hips tight. Taking control, she held him above her and worked herself up and down on his shaft. The sweet sucking of her cunt drew him in and pulled at him, nearly driving him too far, but he bit his lip and held on. He felt her clutching muscles become more spastic and he knew she was almost there. Her fingernails bit into his ass and he growled at the sharp stabs of pain, but it helped him stave off his release just a little longer.

When she pulled at him, slapping his pelvis against her, he knew she needed him to thrust. He adjusted his stance and spread his knees, which allowed him to do most of the work and slammed into her. The water resisted his thrusts, but only enough to add to their pleasure. It caressed his balls in a way he’d never experienced before as he pushed forward.

Sarah’s lust exploded and she gripped his ass hard, holding him tight to her as she came. Her cunt held him and his cock responded with the first jet of cum shooting deep inside her. Jim fell against her, twitching and thrusting wildly as he sent another stream of cum after the first and he felt her clench, her pussy milking him, taking him and wanting more.

With his face buried against her neck, he pulled almost free of her and then slammed back down. Groaning, sobbing with lust, he fucked her. Her cries of ecstasy passed and his thrusting ended, as he collapsed atop her.

He lay, spent and panting, with her arms and legs still wound around him. His knees hurt terribly, but he was content to stay where he was. He became aware of her breasts flattened against his chest and he knew he was squashing her, but she didn’t seem to care either.

When he’d caught his breath, he kept his face turned away from her and in a soft voice, asked, “why didn’t you say something? I mean you did, but then you let it go. I never realised.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d go along with me. I was afraid you’d think I was perverted or something.”

He could hear the tension, the fear in her voice. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he took a deep breath before he answered. “If you’re perverted, then so am I.” Turning to face her he kissed her neck and continued, “I loved this. I can’t remember ever being so turned on. But, can we take off the cuffs, my wrists are killing me?”

“Oh damn,” she cried and pushed him away from her. “Of course we can. I forgot about them.” She clambered out of the tub, leaving him kneeling with his face against the side where she’d been only seconds before. A moment later, he heard the slap of her wet feet on the floor as she returned with the key.

He expected her to release him immediately and was beginning to wonder what she was up to when she said, “You look pretty sexy there mister with your ass pointing at me. Maybe I should leave them on for awhile longer.”

“Sarah, don’t push it,” he said, although the thought of what could happen, made his heart beat faster. Maybe next time, he thought as he felt her hands on his wrists.

Snick!