Leave me your coments. Birdsandstars

I get out of bed and walk with a sensual step, like a Victoria's Secret model in the middle of her best fashion show, in his direction. Christian is sitting opposite me. He can see my every move as I make my way to the Jacuzzi. At no time does he take his eyes off my body. He is sitting in the middle of the jacuzzi with both arms on the back of the jacuzzi as he looks at me mesmerized by my waist movements and smiles at me.

—I didn't know you walked like a model.

—When you've seen so many models, I think at some point you get to detail their walk.

And then I remember that he does know how models walk. His exwife was one. I stop and finish my walk to where he is, and get into the hot tub. I sit at the opposite end, facing him. Christian scowls at me.

—Aren't you going to handcuff me again?

— I trust you will not move your hands from the place.

— You have every confidence that I won't. I must confess that I don't know if I can keep my hands to myself. I'm dying to caress you.

—You'll have to learn to control yourself, the doctor said so. And I imagine you're going to do whatever he tells you to do.

—As long as we have a normal relationship, of course.

—Well then... —I dive into the hot, bubbling water and get out in front of him. —You'd better hold on to that edge and don't let go, because this is about to get intense.

I straddle him and hang my hands on his shoulders. I press my forehead against his as our noses brush and our breaths mingle. I'm having a Déjà vu here. I lose myself in his gaze, intense and piercing. His eyes have darkened with desire. And for a second, I start to rethink what I'm doing. I know that what we are doing right now is part of his therapy to stop controlling everything. That he needs to do it so that he can have something in the future with me, or with someone else. It has not yet become clear how far our relationship will go and the level of commitment on his part. And I've decided I don't want to know. I prefer to live in the moment. Those instants that make life wonderful. Little magical moments that make the world stop being so horrible.

I push all thoughts from my mind when I feel the heat of his member beneath me, throbbing anxiously as it brushes against my sex. I know the anxiety is killing him and me too. But I want to take this in stride.

—Mmm, that coconut smell drives me crazy. —he whispers to me with his eyes closed.

—Christian! —I let out his name in a gasp. —I've never in my kinkiest sexual fantasy done anything like what we're about to do.

—I thought your kinkiest fantasy was to be owned and tied up in the shower.

—Exactly. This is something I would never have thought of doing or suggesting to idiots.

Christian lowers his hands to my waist.

—You can suggest anything you want to me. —he smiles at me before sliding his tongue across my lips, tempting me. —The kinkier the better.

—After meeting you, I've had many more fantasies. I think someone is making me kinky, too much. —I tell him as I bite his naughty tongue.

—I don't think showing someone how to know herself and how to get pleasure is kinky. —I feel his hands go down to my buttocks and massage them a little.

—Where were those hands going? —I squint.

Christian stops what he's doing.

—I'm sorry. —he moves his hands back to the edges of the yacusi.

—Much better. —I tell him with a smile as I lean over his cock, place the tip at my entrance, and push in just a little.

I stare into his eyes before slowly sliding in until I have him all the way inside me. And as I slide to the base I groan in the process and he lets out air. I know that this slowness affects him. Christian is not the romantic type to make love slowly. He has nothing to do with that kind of sex. His is fast, hard and wild, beastly. And yet he has never left me unsatisfied. I know he's done it slow, but only as foreplay. He's all about the rough stuff.

—Since I'm the one in control. —I slide up, leaning on his shoulders. —We'll do it the way I want. —I go down to the base again, making him moan with pleasure.

—You plan to extend this torture forever, don't you? —He moans again as I smile at him and slide back up and down his length.

—This is my moment to enjoy you and have you all to myself, at my mercy. —I repeat the same movement. —And I'm going to take advantage of every second of control you've given me.

As I slide onto his member, Christian clings tightly to the edge as he pulls his head back slightly and closes his eyes. This time I don't miss any of his gestures. It's the first time I've watched his face break down in pleasure in such detail. I can see how he tenses his arm and neck muscles. I lower one of my hands to his abdomen and these muscles are also tense. I don't think he can hold out much longer, and this only makes me wonder.

How long can he hold out without coming?

And there's only one way to find out.

I move my hand back up to his shoulders. I hold on tightly to him, stop moving, and then I tell him.

—Don't come.

Christian opens his eyes and straightens his head. He stares at me, unable to believe what I just asked him. I see him frown as I stand motionless over him.

—Can't you be serious?

—It's not that hard, you just have to practice what you taught me. —I answer him with a smile.

—Do you know how hard it is to do what you are asking me to do? —he asks me while I move over him slowly, but without taking my eyes off his face.

—I don't know. How hard is it?

—Mmm. —he lets out a moan. —You're so tight, this will require all my self-control Ana.

—I thought you liked to control everything. —I tell him with a mischievous smile.

—I've never had to control myself not to come before.

So that's what it is. So, if he's never done it, it means he has extremely amazing holding power. I know I'm pushing his power of control way beyond the limits. But I imagine he will know how to accomplish what I just asked him to do.

—But you will do it because I asked you to. Don't come until I ask you to.

And I don't talk anymore. I hold on to his shoulders as I move over his body. Making his member move in and out of me, tearing moans from both of us. I press my legs tightly against hers and tense my vagina muscles. If he thinks I'm going to make it easy for him, he's wrong.

—Ana! —he groan. —That's cheating!

I smile as I continue to do the same. His moans increase my excitement. His hot, hard cock slips between my legs, making me moan with pleasure. There's something I didn't tell Christian. I'm holding back my orgasm too. I want to see how far we can both go. And I know that when we get there it's going to be glorious. I increase the speed of my movements a little. I can see his hands clinging to the edge uncontrollably. They desperately seek my body and I'm not letting them. As I increase the intensity of my movements, raw, pure pleasure is building between my legs. I'm getting tighter and tighter and Christian too, I can feel him hardening deeper and deeper inside me. Moans escape our lips uncontrollably.

—Can I cheat too? —he asks between moans.

I slow down my movements, open my eyes and stare at him. As long as he does what I've asked him to do, I don't care if he cheats.

—What are you going to do? —I ask curiously, my breath quickening.

—I need to touch you.

And because of the way he's asked, not demanded or imposed, I let him do it to me. I nod, unable to form a word. His hands hold me around my waist as I begin to move on him again. And then he runs his hands up my belly and squeezes my breasts making me shudder. Now I understand why he wanted to cheat when his fingers tug on my nipples and I audibly moan.

I have to think about something else and forget the sensations his hands are provoking in me. But it is very difficult when I feel different things in so many parts of my body. I close my eyes in an attempt to control the spasms in my body. I feel his breath on my neck.

—I know what you're doing, let's see who breaks his concentration first. —he whispers before biting my earlobe.

And then he moves down my neck biting, kissing and sucking on my skin.

It's so hard not to think about his caresses when every brush of his fingers or his mouth against my skin sends hundreds of electric shocks to my brain with only one piece of information in them.

Pleasure.

I increase the speed of my movements and let myself fall on him hard. I take one hand down from his shoulder, insert it between the two of us and hold his member at the base between my middle and index finger as I apply pressure, squeezing his member. And Christian lets out a cry of pure pleasure as soon as I do it.

—You're not the only one with tricks. —I whisper to him as I press and continue my movements.

—Ana! Don't make me take extreme measures. This is too much. —he moans against my lips now.

He lets go of my breasts and lowers his hands to my waist again. His mouth approaches mine and he bites my lips before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. The contact of our tongues and lips is electrifying and frantic. We are both on the edge of pleasure, and we know it. But neither of us wants to give up. We are fighting a battle that has no end in sight. And it will with the surrender of one of us.

—I know how to end this. —he whispers against my lips.

My movements are out of control, no longer slow, no longer coordinated. They are desperate. Christian brings one of his hands down and squeezes one of my buttocks and the other down my belly. And then I feel one of his fingers slide between my buttocks and another between my folds.

I gasp and cry out in pure pleasure as his finger presses against my clit and the other against my anus. And I know I'm the one who's going to lose this battle, I can't hold back much longer.

—God! No! No! —I moan audibly.

My walls contract around him. Orgasm is inevitable. I feel his finger in my ass. Every time I go down he enters me a little more. And this only makes my movements become more erratic and desperate than before. Anxiety is winning me over. I just want to reach the longed-for release I've been holding back for so long. Moans escape uncontrollably from my lips.

—Ana! —he let out a desperate moan.

Christian is on the edge too. And I know what I have to do.

—You can come! —I cry out desperately as I let go of his cock and now clutch his shoulders with both hands.

I feel him filling me completely. I close my eyes and bury my nails in his shoulders as I concentrate on the sensation of growing, yearning pleasure between my legs. The pleasure has clouded my senses and then I do something I never thought I would do.

—More in! —I ask desperate for release.

I open my eyes just in time to see Christian smile slightly.

My movements on him have not changed, they are intense and desperate. As desperate as is my desire to orgasm. But he clings to my buttock and wiggles his finger, just a little, to get even more inside me. And that's all I needed. My whole world goes completely black. I feel a faint ringing in my ears, my vision has blurred, my breathing has stopped, my hands are shaking on his shoulders, my clit is throbbing intensely, my walls have contracted around him and I have come in the best, most intense orgasm of my life as I scream his name in desperate pleading.

I am not aware of much of what is happening as I drop onto his body and cling tightly to him. I only know that I can't speak, or move, or think. I have been completely exhausted, physically and mentally.

I don't know how much time passes as we both lie motionless on the yacusi. I have my head lying against his chest, his heartbeat has slowed and my mind is starting to work again.

Each time we are together is so much better than the last, more intense. And what I would most like to know is if it is the same for him as it is for me.

—This was the best orgasm of my life. —I tell him in a raspy voice. My throat is dry.

—Can you move? —he asks and I raise my eyes slightly to see him smile.

—I assure you I won't be able to, and I don't want to for at least several hours. —I answer in a sleepy voice.

—Then let me take care of you now. —he carries me and stands up with me.

He walks to the bed, pulls the sheets aside and lays me and him next to me.

—Rest Ana. —he says pulling my body against his chest.

I embrace his warm, strong and powerful body. Christian strokes my wet hair slowly and without even realizing it my eyes close for a moment.

Someone gently caresses my cheek. I open my eyes and meet Christian's laughing gaze and messy hair.

—Ready to go? —he asks me fully dressed.

—What time is it? —I don't even know how long I've been asleep.

—It's after midnight, I didn't want to wake you, but it's already very late.

I sit up in bed and Christian reaches for my clothes, which I put on under his watchful eye. But he doesn't say anything. When I'm done, he holds out his hand and we leave.

As we drive back to his apartment, I think of something. Christian has a lot of experience when it comes to sex, so what was the best orgasm of his life like?

One thing I'm absolutely sure of, I don't think he experienced it with me. I have zero knowledge of sexual techniques to leave a man exhausted and sexually drained. What happened a few hours ago was intense and yet from his comment I don't think it meant much to him. I confess to him that it was the best orgasm of my life and he says nothing about how he felt. And that just makes me confirm even more, that my feelings for him are more intense than his feelings for me.

And from experience I know that love must go both ways or else a relationship doesn't work. I hold back a tear that wants to roll down my cheek as I turn my face to the window. Outside it is starting to drizzle and in the distance lightning flashes across the sky. All a clear reflection of the storm raging inside me.

I love him and he doesn't love me. But as I said to myself, I will take advantage of every moment as if it were my last. And enjoy every second and every moment together, so that when we part, I will remember with nostalgia the one I loved with madness and who did not correspond to my heart.