Priorities

Arms as soft as silk enveloped her. She sighed happily and rolled over, creating a cocoon of sheets in which they could both gestate until they were ready to emerge and face the day.

“Love you.” He whispered in her ear.

She smiled and nuzzled his neck.  “I love me too.”

He pushed her away gently. “You sap. I don’t know how I survive when you insist on drenching me in such saccharine. By all rights I should have drowned long ago.”

She dragged the sheets from his torso with malicious glee. “Go on then, go be a grown up. I’ll be here all warm and blissfully, blissfully asleep.” He snatched at the warm fabric but she had a tight grip. With a sigh he got up, stretching his long torso in the pale morning light. She admired it absentmindedly, already compiling a list of things to do that day.

“Do we need any eggs?” she called out as he stepped into the shower.

“What?” he yelled over the roar of water.

“Do we need any- oh for heavens sake.” She muttered and threw the tangle of sheets aside. Stark naked she marched into the bathroom.

“Do we need any e-“ she trailed off as she saw his glistening torso. Jets of water cascaded down his muscular back.

He looked over his shoulder, brown eyes bright with curiosity. “Hm?”

She licked her lips. The list could wait.

She slid a hand under the firm curve of his butt cheek and squeezed.

“Oh.” He grinned and turned the water off. “Do we have any extra time?”

“We can make time.” She declared. He had barely stepped out of the shower when she pushed him up against the wall. Hands gripping his wet locks she bit his lower lip. Pressing their naked bodies together she forced him against the cold tiles. He shivered, sending tremors through her body as well. She grinded her hips against him, taking delight in eliciting responses that were only half derived from pleasure.

“I have a m-m-meeting at te-“ he tried to interrupt but she grabbed him by the base of his hair and dragged him out into the bedroom. Without ceremony she threw him down onto the bed and straddled him. The sheets turned translucent under his wet form. She grinned down at him and pinned his arms above his head. “They can wait. I can’t.”

He gasped as she thrust herself onto his already hard member and clenched. Releasing one hand she dragged her nails down the exposed flesh of his torso. The young man at her mercy threw his head back with a cry and nearly kicked the lamp off the dresser.

She rocked on top of him, striking her clit with just enough force to pleasure herself but denying him the full penetration he so sorely desired. In minutes he was trying to thrust up into her. She chuckled. Her thighs had far more experience at pinning moving objects than he had at bucking them.

When he realized he was outmatched he resorted to looking up at her pleadingly.

“Say it.” She hissed, leaning down close enough to brush his lips with her own.

He shook his head. She lifted herself off and hovered, just covering the tip with her burning flesh.

He looked up at her with a mix of desperation and determination.

She raised an eyebrow and with great precision, rocked gently.

The gorgeous man practically bit through his own lip in frustration.

“Okay okay please, fucking please fuck me!” he wailed, mouth stretched to its limit. The cry ‘fuck me’ echoed off the bathroom tiles, mocking him.

“Please what?” she said, trying to sound coy. She clenched in a syncopated rhythm and watched his face contort in priceless unfulfilled pleasure.

“Please please fuck please m-m-“ he stuttered, unable to speak. She lifted her hips and let him slide out of her.

“Mistress!” He gasped, forcing the word out. “Fuck I need to come!”

She complied, driving herself down on his shaft again and again. He bucked underneath her, and together their frenzied efforts brought him to the edge of ecstacy. With a shout that alerted the whole street he came, filling her eager body like so many times before. He went limp, panting. As she wrestled control with her breathing she allowed herself to admire the red flush that filled his normally pale cheeks. She had done that.

Replete in her pride she pulled herself off and leant down to nip his ear. He twitched but didn’t move away.

“Did you come?” he asked breathlessly.

“You’ll never know.” She purred. “Now get up, you’re late.”

“Fuck.” He moaned and rolled over.

“Check.” She replied cheerfully and removed it from her mental list. It was going to be a good day.

– J. B. Sutherland