You crawl back up to me and wait as I try to catch my breath. I hold you against my side and kiss your head.

"Sweetheart, I love you," I whisper.

"I love you, love," you say softly. I kiss you sweetly and rest my head on yours as I wait until my body's ready to orgasm again, stroking your hair.

Once I am, I flip over on you, and begin sliding inside. But still, it's not enough. I thrust in to your core, and lean down to your ear. I breathe heavily in your ear as I go in and out, and know I'm turning you on. Although I'm not sure why I'm breathing heavily so early...

"Honey," I'm moaning in your ear. "Ohhh, baby..."

I realize you're suddenly breathing heavily in my ear also, turning me on, making me breathe heavier. You're so tight, I feel so big inside you. Though we haven't done too much lately... That'll change...

Trying to move a little gentler, I whisper in your ear, or more like pant, "You're so tight! Mmmm, baby...Oh, honey. You feel so, so good!" I feel you smile, and bet you're blushing too. You're that innocent.

"Mike," you whisper near my ear, "you feel so, big!" You're panting and moaning, trying to decide how to let it out.

I've always thought your innocence was adorable, and it is, but right now, I want you to lose control, and know it's because of me.

So I slow down, reluctantly, till I'm so slow I'm throbbing so much it hurts. Looking at your expression, I barely suppress a smile as I go at this torturously slow pace. I want you to show a sense of control. That would be sweet.

At first you look at me sadly and push up every time I go in. But you know the look in my eye; I'm waiting for something certain.

You grunt and push again. That's a start, but you're not even losing it yet. I pretend to hide a laugh. You narrow your eyes. This means you think whatever I'm doing is silly. I keep doing it this time. You're getting pretty impatient. I look up, paying no attention to your look, and you strike.

You growl, and push me up so now I'm lying back with my knees bent.

Where'd you get your strength from?

You pull me back up so I'm sitting on my knees, then get off the bed. Just like that!

I watch her you get some things from a drawer, then come back. You stare at me...angrily?

"Lay on the other side of the bed," you tell me tonelessly. I do as you say, looking at you cautiously. You come over to each bedpost, and tie me up with a sock, one on each wrist. THEN you tie my ankles together!

What hurts more than me not being able to make you lose control, is that you can't lose control. But I've never seen this side of you, and I have a feeling I'm going to like it.

You straddle my stomach, then slowly rub your shaved mound. The look in your eyes is challenging. I want to reach up