A Matter Of Trust

He held her hand as they entered the small confines. Their fingers entwined as they rode the empty elevator up to the room. His eyes were on the door as she watched the numbers climb. No words were spoken. No words were needed. She took a quick glance at his face and then looked down, seeing nothing as her thoughts took over. He had a talent for taking out of her comfort zone. He always made being together enjoyable and exciting. Tonight, no doubt would be memorable as he would push the envelope of conformity. Sometimes he was passionate and very romantic. Sometimes he encouraged her to be brave and daring. He always made sure she was satisfied; finding new ways to please her. She trusted him and tonight, that was all that mattered.The masterful lover pulled out of his woman’s sore and well fucked pussy. He cradled her against his broad chest. He stroked her face, her hair, leaving little kisses on her. He had shown his dominance over her; he controlled her with his desire to give her ultimate pleasure. She deserved to be pleasured; she had so much to offer a man. He had to ask. “Whose cock do you want?” “Yours,” she answered weakly. “Whose cock do you worship?” “Yours,” she answered pulling herself tight to him.
“Do you really?” he asked doubtfully. She slid out of his arm, gently pushing his legs open to allow her access. She nestled her face against his warm balls and his placid cock. He stroked her hair, pulling it at times. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, with her craving and desiring his attention above all else. He felt his cock start to stir in her warm mouth. He smiled as she suckled and moaned against his balls. They both enjoyed the attention. That’s why they were so good together, he thought to himself, just as her mouth brought his cock head back to life.