Take Control of Me

It was only supposed to be a business visit between two friends who hadn't seen each other in a couple of years. We had only reconnected 2 weeks prior when we just so happened to be at the same place at the same time. We had only ever been friends in the 8 years we had known each other, but the way I felt when I saw him again after so long could only be described as curiosity and hunger.

Since that night, we talked almost every day and had discussed the possibility of me helping him with some paperwork for something he was working on, I wanted a chance to hang out with him, so I agreed. We flirted on and off days before our meeting, but I honestly didn't think anything would come of it, I didn't think he would ever see me as anything more than a friend, let alone be attracted to me in any way.

The day of our meeting finally arrived and we agreed to just meet at my place, it was late when he arrived, and I found myself feeling nervous. He hugged me and I felt waves of electricity shoot throughout my body. I tried to keep my composure as best as I could, so I sat down at my desk and gestured for him to sit in the chair across from me.

We talked for a while about the paperwork and caught up on what's been going on in our lives over the past few years. A silence fell over us for a few seconds, and I found myself staring at him... His eyes, his lips, his hands, his messy hair. I smiled to myself and scooted a little closer to him. His eyes met mine and we smiled at each other.

"What was that, that you were telling me the other day?" I said, as I ran my barefoot up his leg and placed it right between his legs, gently rubbing him.

Licking his lips, he looked down at my foot and then back to me, "About what, exactly?"

I smiled, "About 'self-control'?"

A smirk came across his lips, "That my self-control is much better..." He trailed off and in one swift motion pulled my chair, and brought me face to face with him, causing a low gasp to escape my lips. "Than yours."

Speechless, I could only stare into his eyes and then down to his lips, wanting so badly to press my lips against his. I averted my eyes and let out a nervous laugh, "That doesn't prove anything, you don't have any effect on me."

At that moment, I saw a darkness flicker in his eyes, "Is that right?" It wasn't an actual question, more of a challenge.

Before I could answer, he pulled my chair even closer and angled it to where he could hold the chair in place with one hand, and with the other, he pushed my thighs apart. Another gasp escaped me, as I felt his hand slowly trailing up my inner thigh, "Do I still not have any effect on you?" He asked.

I couldn't speak, I could only shake my head, but we both knew that was a lie.

He licked his lips, "Let's see then." I felt his hand start pulling aside my panties, I started to close my legs, when he pushed them apart again, "Keep them spread."

He pulled my panties aside, and I gasped and gripped his shirt when I felt him start rubbing my clit, I heard a low moan come from him, "You're so fucking wet." He said before I felt him slide two fingers inside me.

I felt myself pull away ever so slightly, but he quickly wrapped his arm around me, pulled me to the edge of my seat, and pushed my thighs apart even wider, giving him more access to me. He stroked his fingers slowly and deep inside me, I felt his grip around me tighten as he started fingering me faster. I could feel the pressure building, I wrapped my hand in his hair and pulled him closer, I needed him... I pressed my lips against him, moaning in between kisses.

He reaches up, takes a handful of my hair, and pulls my head to the side, I can feel his tongue trailing along the side of my neck before I feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, I then feel him slightly bite my earlobe. He let go of my hair, I felt his hand go down to my nipple, slowly circling it before pinching it. He pushed me back into my chair, pulled my shirt down, exposing my tits, taking one nipple into his mouth and rubbing the other between his fingers.

It all became too much to take, I felt my legs begin to shake, but he didn't let up, he continued to finger me fast and deep, and I could feel myself pulsing around his fingers. I covered my mouth to try to muffle my moans as I came for him.

Completely breathless, I stared up at him as he stood in front of me, he took my hands in his and brought them to the button on his pants. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly unbuttoned them, pulling them down, I was mesmerized by what I saw... the only way I would be able to describe it was that it was hand-crafted by the devil himself.

He took a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth down onto him, stroking himself in and out of my mouth, he was already so hard and throbbing, and his pace quickened and I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. Little by little I could hear more moans leave his lips, and I knew he would need to release soon. I stroked him a few more times before I quickly pulled away.

"What are you doing?"

I lightly brushed my fingertips against my lips and looked up at him, "Not yet... not until I can take all of you."

He pulled me up to him, "You can take it all right now."

I smile and give him a light kiss, "Soon."