Too long a wait (Mina) - Mina's Home and Studio

Close was good and encouraged it, an arm going around her waist, completely encircling her and pulling her close. Her skin wa warmer than his and so incredibly smooth against his. His other hand up her back, feeling the skin there, tracing the lines under her skin.

A deep kiss. there was much there, to tsate her, to feel her and explore her but also to show exactly how much she was missed, and what kind of passion he had waiting for her.

She lightly ground her hips into his lap, seemingly moving of their own volition. She couldn't help it, it was in her nature. She also arched under his hand as he traced patterns across her back. Moaning softly into the kiss.

He was taking his time now, the hand continuing holding her close folding one buttock, playing with it the way he might a breasts, squeezing and rolling it and at the same time holding her close. the other was playing in Caraminas hair, feeling the beauty and strength of it, and loving the feel of it between his fingers.

She was enjoying this, as her butt wiggled in his hand. She was rubbing against him fully, now, and her hands had moved from his hair to his triceps, holding tightly, then massaging.

This was nice and his body was moving against hers slowly and enjoying the feel of her skin against his. Of course the fee of her breasts against his body was especially nice. The one hand moved from one butt cheek to the other and the hand in her hair moved to her head and then to her neck. He was wiggled under her as well as she could feel his reaction to her. His mouth seemed more than happy to just enjoy her kisses.

She rose off his lap, hands moving down to unfasten his pants. She was enjoying the kisses, and wasn't stopping. She could multi task. But she wanted him as naked as she was. So she unfastened his pants, then began to try to shimmy them down his hip. This would only work if he cooperated.

Why would he do anything but cooperate? He lifted his hips as she scooted his jeans off of him and moved his feet to kick them free and then pulled her back to his lap, to feel all of her against him. And all without interupting the kiss.

They were both good at this. And once she was pulled back against him, she playfully rubbed her breasts against his chest while she rubbed her sex against his. Still without breaking the kiss, but now with added pleasure. And as she felt him harden, she moaned, deepening the kiss further.

He shivered a little as she found all the right spots and rubbed against them so nicely. Both hands now moved up and down her sides, feeling the way she moved and the sweetness of her skin. this woman was no sweet and shy innocent. She knew pleasure and gave it well. And he enjoyed it fully.

Finally she broke the kiss, pulling back ever so slightly to look him in the eyes.

"Todo lo que soy, es tuyo para la toma."

Then she arched back, so her sex could continue rubbing while she kissed and nipped along his neck. This had the fringe benefit of no longer pressing her breasts to his chest and giving him access if he wanted it.

He looked back into her eyes, watching her till she started to kiss him again. His kiss answered her in ways words could not He was going to test her words, and take her to the limit of what she promised. And she already knew he could.

One hand moved to caress one of her breasts roughly, feeling it and rolling it in his hand. Her body was so..usuable.

She moaned under his rough ministrations, becoming wetter as he man handled her. This was wonderful. And so she used teeth more, to egg him on. Yes, she wanted this. She wanted him to take her and use her anyways he wished. But she was going to be more than just a passive. She would give him the fight his nature required of her.

The more she used teeth the more he seemed to react. And she was right. He more not just a master to a submissive. He sought out the strong and conquered them. It was the animal in him. Could she train him to be different? Probably. He was young and his experiences were on back streets and in the poor parts of town, not the genteel parlors of rih people having sex parties.

She moaned and it also seem to feed his hunger. Fingers teased her nipple, pinched and pulled, rolling it to feel her react and the other pulled her down harder, allowing him to pressed and roll his hips under her, reminding her just how hard and ready he was.

A hand tangled in his hair, pulling tight. Not trying to pull him away, but showing that he was not the only one in charge here. Which might be a pretty lie she told herself as he pushed her down upon him, rubbing his cock against her. His so very hard cock. That she desperately wanted inside her. So she whimpered when he didn't enter her, when he merely played with her. And then she bit him. Hard. Not quite hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough that he should get the point of what she wanted.

He gasped a little as she pulled his hair, a sound of pleasure and need in of itself in answer to hers. Maybe her control was a lie. On the other hand he was bak. Had come back despite the anger of his sister. And he had started not by ordering her to fuck him, but by trying to know her better. Of course that was over now.

Her bite revealed he still had more power than her or she would have taken what she wanted. She wanted him to take her, to use her, to make her his. Some wishes were made to come true.

He now broke from the kiss and grabbed just under her jaw, just enough pressure to show he was in control. His mouth came to her ear, speaking hotly.

"take a hand, stoke my cokc once, and pull yourself on. slowly, Mina."

She did precisely as told. Her right hand stayed in his hair, though with less force. Her left squeezed down beteewn them, where she moved with agonizing slowness to take him in her hand, give one long slow stroke from tip to base and back before she placed him at her entrance. Then centimeter by agonizingly slow centimeter, she claimed him inside her. It took her a full minute to take him all inside her, and she was whimpering and clenching around him the whole time.

She wasnt the only one reacting.She did everything he said exactly and yet it felt better than he could have imagined, better than he could have hoped. He was pretty sure she knew exactly the effect it would have on him, she would have on him. He groaned for her, his head going back and his eyes shutting for a moment as she took so long, stroking him as much with her self as she had with her hand.

Then his eyes opened and she saw hunger there.

"That was good Mina. Very good."

His hand went to carress her cheek and then joined the other at her hips. rather than raise her off him, he guided his hips to roll against him and he rolled his as well slowly , but not as muh as she had been and then her rolled them all bak.. filling her again. He stared into her eyes as he did so.

She held his eyes, her own dark with passion and hunger. She rolled her hips as his hands commanded, which meant that she was rubbing her clit against him. That was making keeping her eyes open hard. Her eyelids fluttered, and her lips parted in a low moan. Her left hand came up to rest on his chest, the hand in his hair clenching and relaxing with every roll.

"Nada para ti mi amor."

He liked the feel of her as she rubbed against him, feeling her sex rub against him as he filled her, as he felt her from the inside. She closed her eyes just a little and moaned and he drank in the sounds.

He slapped her rear but kept her moving. the feel of her was making his chest grumble with growls unreleased.

She decided to test the boundaries of his control. She sped up her movements, moving her hips in a circle. This, she knew, would drive him higher. Her fingers clenched in his hair as she moved to kiss his throat, the hand on his chest tracing patterns with her nails.

She sped up, her hips circling and she did feel good, so very good. She moved her lips to his throat and his head went back automatically. As her lips touched it, she could feel the growl coming from him, moving up his throat. His chest moved to the feel of her nails. She was on the offensive and his own faingers moved to her ass and curled into the tender flesh there.

She nipped and licked and kissed her way across his throat, purring softly to feel his growl. She wanted that growl to release, so she lifted herself up until he was barely inside her. And stopped.

Oh the growl came out as she teased his throat. Suddenly it was his teeth on her neck, nibbling and teasing. The low expanding growl came out into her throat and her body as he lifted his own hips into her hard, filling her and then grabbing her. not just to take her but to move them both. Suddenly she was on her back on the couch, him on tope of her more than over her, his flesh pressed against her.

Now that sound almost had a purr to it as he felt her again himfull, pressing her down with his body.. and his hips started to move again. He might be willing to share control... but right now he needed to feel her. The question is, which game would she play? Fighting for control or captured prey?

Her growl matched his. She was feeling possessive, and that spoke clearly through her eyes as she watched him. Her hands moved to his lower back, digging in with claw like fingernails to get him to push harder, faster. She wasn't fighting to be in charge. She was fighting to share control. To push him to his limits as he was pushing her to hers.

Then her teeth were on his shoulder, biting and sucking. Her growl grew in volume. She was not prey. She was another kind of creature.

And somewhere in the battle, the give and take tide of sexually charged movement, he was accepting her. Taking her, but also being taken. She was.. his equal in this. And if she pushed him harder, then he gladly went and never forced her to give in as much matched her and pushed her also to her limits.