9 comments/ 44951 views/ 20 favorites Wrestling for Control Ch. 01 By: Midday_Crisis I opened my eyes; the room was much brighter than it should have been. A sudden shift of weight on the bed startled me from my slumber. Sitting up and looking past my feet my eyes settled on my assistant Becky. She was sitting facing away from me on the foot of the bed, scribbling on a notepad in her lap. Her back very straight with one leg crossed over the other at the knee, looking demure and feminine in her tan suit coat and skirt. As I had sat up she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, peering around the corner of her raven black hair as it fell around the sides of her face. Her body position displayed her slender petite frame perfectly. Her black hair was cut neatly into a bob, below which her delicate neck met her shoulders then her back tapered down to her small waist which sat nicely above her flaring hips and shapely bottom. Her shoulders were slightly turned so that I could just make out the slight swell of one of her modest breasts. It was only for a moment, but I caught myself ogling my assistant again. It had been happening too often recently, I was trying to be respectful and professional, but the close working conditions were wearing down my resolve. I snapped my eyes to her face. She was staring at my bare chest, her mouth was slightly open and her eyes open wider than normal, but other than that she showed no emotion. She wore an expression on face I could not read. Lust? Boredom? I really couldn't tell what was going on in her head, but that wasn't new. Then she looked back down to the notepad as though nothing happen. What was she doing in my room, sitting on the bed? Normally she did not venture into this area of the house. In fact, this was the first time I was aware of. Every morning I woke up at 6 am without the need of an alarm so I had gotten out of practice of using it. But not today for some reason, so here she was waiting for me. "Good morning Bruce." She said. "What time is it?" I asked, trying not to let his eyes wander. But damn did she look good. "Half past eight. You looked pretty out of it so I let you sleep in a bit." Becky replied, turning and locking eyes with me. I felt like she was daring me to check out her body again. "Eric and Jessica?" I inquired. Usually I got my kids up, dressed, fed, and off to school well before this time of the morning. "I got them read and took them to school." I cringed thinking about them riding in the back seat of the banged up toaster that served as her car. She glanced back down to my body for an instant and with a wry smile asked, "Are you getting up?" I suddenly became very conscious of the fact I was only wearing boxers under the covers and worse, sporting a morning hard on. Luckily I was wearing something, more often than not I slept nude, but it did little to hide my 'embarrassment'. "Sure, just give me a moment." I responded. She sat there looking me in the eyes but not moving. "I need to get dressed." I was stating the obvious but she still just sat there as though she was waiting for something. When I just sat there for several very long seconds that seemed like minutes, she glanced down finally broke the silence, "Do you need me to assist with that too, or can you manage it on your own?" I wondered if she was referring to my woody or getting dressed. The sarcastic, but playful tone of her voice suggested it could be either. "Hell with it" I thought. I got out of bed and boldly strode over to the master bathroom. Bathing in her gaze the whole way. Once safely inside the bathroom and out from under the weight of her leering eyes, I went into the adjoining closet and found a pair of fresh underwear and switch into them, then cleaned up and finished getting ready and dressed for work. I walked out of the bathroom and found the bedroom empty. I went to the part of the house used as an office. It was a square room with two desks both facing the walls at 90 degrees from each other. Found her there in her usual place sitting facing away from me at a desk typing something. I took the opportunity to appreciate her figure again. Without looking my way she asked, "Are you ready to drive into the office?" "Sure, let me get a cup of coffee and a bite of food and we can go." Still not looking my way, she pointed to my desk. There was a cup of coffee in a to-go cup and toasted bagel with cream cheese smeared on it. When I picked the bagel up, I was surprised it was hot. "You are fantastic." I stated. "If you only knew." she flirted back. What has gotten into her this morning? She was definitely more playful than normal. I walked up behind close behind her and reaching over her shoulder I dropped my car keys in her lap. "You drive today." She shot me a million dollar smile. She really did love to drive my car and I knew it. My sport sedan was everything her car wasn't: new, powerful, leather, and best of all in her opinion, a stick shift. I turned, grabbing my breakfast, we walked out together. *** I own a small company. When my wife left me with my 6 year old son Eric and 8 year old daughter Jessica to take care of I initially placed them in daycare while I was at work, but quickly realized that I would prefer to raise the kids myself and spend as much time as possible with them, especially while they were young. That could not be done if the bulk of their waking hours were wasted in the care of hired help. So, I decided to restructure my company to meet my new desire. I gave Trevor, my protégé who had been with me from almost the start of the business the past seven years, a promotion to operations manager and trusted him to handle the day to day management of the office staff. I could then be free to work from home tend to the kids in the morning and afternoon. The middle part of most of my days were still spent in the office. Trevor did a great job of running the office exactly the same way I had. In theory this was what I wanted, but almost immediately I saw what I couldn't while I was in charge, that I had been strangling the company and its employees through micromanaging every aspect of operations. I was the reason it had quickly grown to its current size then failed to continue to grow over the past 5 years. My new mission was to restructure and get the company back to growing. Hopefully Trevor could learn what I was unable to: delegate and trust your subordinates. With the challenge of handling the kids, working at the same time and coordinating with the office, I realized that I needed an assistant to work in my home office with me. I hired Becky to manage my emails, answer the phone while I worked, and generally help get work done. She was 23 years old, a recent college graduate, who still lived with her parents. She was of Japanese descent, a 5' 2", petite girl, with long slender limbs. I have to admit that part of the reason I chose to hire her was I thought she was irresistibly cute. She had been his assistant for about 2 months, she worked out better than I could have imagined. Not only did she keep is business activities more organized than I ever did, she was good with the kids too. If I was in the middle of a call when one or both of the kids needed me she would manage to take care of them or at least keep them quiet and calm until I was off the phone. Becky dovetailed perfectly into my world. She picked up doing whatever task was needed around me whether it was personal or work related. She did not seem to mind at all, for her it was one and the same. She was there to assist me. There were even occasions when I would need to travel on business and she would stay over at the house and look after my home and the kids. Recently, it seemed like she had learned to understand me to the point that she could read my mind. God, I hoped that she couldn't read it too clearly. If she knew every thought I had about her, she would slap me. I tried to keep our relationship on professional level. In the beginning I stole glance at her body time to time, but otherwise did not pursue her or touch her. As we grew comfortable with each other she started to flirt a bit, mostly double entendres. She would toss me a wink if she caught me looking. In the past week she had grown more bold and open with her flirting and I reciprocated. I was starting to consider what the next move could be, hoping it ended up with us in bed. *** When it was time to pick up the kids from school I was not ready to leave the office so I sent Becky out with the car to get them, then to come back to pick me up. This was not that unusual. She did it at least once a week. On the way home today it was a bit late so I offered to buy dinner for kids and her. She tried to politely decline but I wanted more time with her. I would not take no for an answer, besides I wanted to show my appreciation. After dinner we went back to my house. She went in with us and stayed to watch TV with the family. This was new. She usually left soon after the workday was done. I was sitting on the sofa, she was on the floor with the kids. I found myself watching her instead of the TV. She looked sexy as hell. As she leaned forward I bit on one arm with her legs folded to one side her flared hips and perfect bottom was turning me on. She poured some gasoline on the fire when she looked back at me and held my gaze and smiled softly. I gently pat the sofa cushion next to me and she got up and sat there but not close enough to touch at first. After a few minutes Becky curled her legs on the sofa to the side away from me. This brought her a leaning a little closer to me. I instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into me. From this new position I could see down her shirt and inside one of the cups of her bra. Her small breast was on display and I could see her erect nipple. I knew I shouldn't be looking but couldn't help myself. After committing the image to memory for later use 'if' I ended up alone in bed tonight, I turned my attention to the TV. I wondered if she noticed the stiffness in my pants. We sat that way for a few minutes before we turned to look each other in the eyes. I was about to move in for a kiss when suddenly she put her feet on the floor and scooted away slightly. I loosened my arm around her. The heat that was building between us could not have been extinguished more completely if she had thrown a wet blanket over our laps. She looked thoughtfully at the floor and said "I need to get home, it's getting late and we have work to get done tomorrow." She walked over and said goodnight to the kids. Neither wanted her to go yet. But she was set on going now. With that I let her out the front door and watched her drive away. I had watched her hips sway down the driveway. As Becky got to her car she looked back and smiled. This was a little bit of a relief because she had gotten so serious and quiet when she decided to leave. I was really scared I had upset her with my leering and touching. She got in the car and waved before driving away, leaving me feeling emptier than I had in awhile. I was more disappointed at the loss of the comforting way we had sat together than at losing the prospect of her spending the night. I got the kids ready for bed and then put myself to bed after giving them their hugs and kisses. I could not sleep. The abrupt ending to the evening replayed in my mind all night. I second guessed everything I had said and done the entire previous day. Knowing I had not behaved in a way that was normally acceptable between a boss and assistant, but she seemed to have been okay with my actions, if not inviting. I lay all night wondering if I had chased her from my life and it really bothered me that she may show up in the morning and resign from her position. I wondered what was wrong with me, I was usually in control and confident in my actions. When I finally did sleep it was fitful. *** "Time to move sleepyhead." Someone was on the bed trying to push me out. "What?" was all I could manage. Becky, playing the part of the little bulldozer that could, was kneeling in the center of the bed next to me trying to forcefully dislodge me onto the floor. "Damn time. I've been trying to wake you for five minutes. I was about to get a bucket of water." That was the closest I've ever heard her to cussing. She stopped pushing when I woke up but was still practically on top of me. I looked her over and couldn't help notice how she was kneeling with her knees apart and brown slacks pulled tightly around her crotch. I recognized the pants; they were my favorite. I loved the way they would hug her ass displaying the perfect round firmness of her bottom. I wanted to pull her down into an embrace but was unsure based on last night's reaction. Seeing her body had me hard in an instant and I was naked in bed this time. Worst of all, the blanket was no longer covering me. Between her push me and my rolling toward her to see what was going on, I had moved out from under the sheets. She looked down at me with her hair cascading around her face. It was then I notice she was blushing to the point it was spreading to her chest. We were both in a trance. She broke it first, quickly moving off the bed and walking into the bathroom. I laid there pulling the covers over my swollen manhood, wondering "what next?" I glanced over to the alarm clock, it was nine. I resolved to start setting the alarm again. My flawless internal clock had failed me twice in two days. Becky came out of the bathroom with my underwear. I silently wondered how she knew where to look for them. "Well are you to going to get dressed?" she asked from across the room. She held my shorts out with one hand waving them, taunting me. I held out my hand, indicating that I wanted her to hand them over or at least toss them to me. She shook head side to side, "Come get them." Wow, not what I was expecting out of my otherwise shy assistant. "You asked you it" I said under my breath. I stood out of the bed unashamed of my body, especially not of my large, hard member. Her eyes went wide and did not meet mine. They stayed locked on my cock as she watched all of me bob toward her as I walked slowly over. If she wanted to look, I was not going to rush this. I wanted her to feast her eyes. Besides, I was trying to figure out what I was going to do once I got to her. Putting on the underpants was not one of the options I was weighing. When I was halfway to her it seemed she sensed she was about to lose control of the situation. She suddenly tossed the garment in front of my feet. I considered just stepping over them and continuing on to her but based on the expression on her face that seemed like a risky choice. She looked terrified. This was curious to me. Obviously she was interested in me on some level and even willing to tease and play with me in an overtly sexual way. Hell, she just coaxed out of bed knowing I was naked and turned on. We were way past the line of a purely professional relationship at this point. She was perfectly willing to put herself in positions for me to show interest, but it seemed whenever I was about act on the opportunity she presented she freaked out. I stood over the underwear not moving, she stood staring at my body fixed to the floor wanting me to... waiting for me to... to do what? I wondered. I was certain if I moved another inch she would bolt out of the room. After standing there trying to read each other for long moments, I had to know, "Are scared of me?" "Yes" she was breathless. "Why?" "I'm not ready for this..." She paused, she didn't seem happy with what she had said. She then corrected her sentence "I'm not ready for this, yet". It was a start. A frustrating start, but a start in my mind. I was relieved that she indicated there was some future there. "Okay, but first I need you to call in and tell Trevor I'm not well and won't be coming in today unless he really needs me." With that she sprinted from the room like it was filled with snakes (well more than just the one that was pointing at her) and I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and wondered what was going on in her head to make her so psycho. One minute she's coming on to me to point that she asks me to come to her naked and two seconds later she can't get away fast enough. Talk about running hot and cold. When I got to the office area Becky asked with genuine concern "Are you sick?" I guess my being so sound asleep at this time of day was an indication that something of out of place. "I'm okay. I just didn't sleep well." I decided to be a little more open. "I was just up all night worried sick about you." Her brow furrowed, a look I had not seen on her before, "Why would you worry about me?" "When you left last night, you left so suddenly, I was afraid that I had offended you and that you may not want to come back." She looked a little flustered. "And now I'm afraid that this morning I may have just made this whole situation even worse. I really don't want to scare you off." Becky broke into a small weak smile. "I'm fine" "Are you really?" I asked. Her smile it grew across her face. "Don't worry about me. I'm not too traumatized." Remembering, "Oh, did the kids get to school okay?" "Yes. In fact, Jessica said she liked it better when I made breakfast for them and Eric seconded." "Really?" She added "Probably just the change in routine is fun for them. I wouldn't take it too personally." "And Trevor?" "I didn't make him breakfast or take him to school." A sheepish grin spread across her face. I think to myself, "I think I am in love." That catches my attention. I had only been thinking terms of lust and sexual interest and yes a relationship of some kind but not love, not until now. As I rode through my thoughts, Becky waited concentrating on my face. I think she was trying to read my mind. When I came back to the present "Did you call Trevor?" She put on a face of mock indignity "Of course, he said to take the day off. He'd call if any fires broke out. Why don't you get some coffee? I'll sort through your emails and see what needs attention." As I left the room, she called after me, "Bruce, I could use a cup too." When I came back, I almost dropped the coffees. She had taken off her blazer and was sitting there in her camisole and there was no bra. It was way too small for her and clung tightly to her slight curves. Between the pants clinging to the shape of her ass and the top not hiding anything either, I was not going to be able concentrate today. I know I was gawking, but wow. I mean wow. I could clearly see her braless small pert breasts and nipples stretching the fabric of her shirt. Did I say wow. "Maybe I should put the blazer back on." She said. "No." I immediately said clearly and firmly and maybe a little too loud. It was out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Without saying a word, she obediently went back to work without touching the coat. We worked through the morning and finished up by lunch. Being Friday we chose to close up for the week. I suggested we retire to the living room and have lunch in front of the TV. I followed watching her wonderful ass sway. I suspect the cruel minx was adding extra movement for my benefit. I was beginning to get very frustrated. Before I had stolen glances, but the last couple of days she was obviously putting herself sexual display and I was enjoying the show. This line she had drawn because "she wasn't ready yet" was going to have me climbing the walls. I thought I might lose control and just take her. Maybe that's what she wants, I thought. I left her in front of the TV with the task of trying to find something to watch. Not an easy thing to do midday on a Friday. Wrestling for Control Ch. 01 I made some sandwiches for both of us. When I returned to her I noted the TV was off and she was on the sofa lying on her stomach kicking her feet in the air, reading a magazine. It was very cute and girlish. "Nothing on?" I asked. "I was thinking, I'd rather sit and talk." "That does sound better." I wasn't a fan of TV anyway, I was really hoping, if she was distracted enough by a television show I could get an arm around her again and maybe steel a kiss. I really wanted to be closer to her. I sat the food and drinks on the coffee table and then sat between the table and the sofa. I politely offered her a seat on the floor next to me. She swung down by me without hesitation. I had brought a couple of bottles of beer with me. I opened one and gave it to her not really asking if she wanted it. I wasn't trying to get her drunk, I just wanted to create a more casual atmosphere between us. She took the beer and after I opened mine we silently toasted and both took long draws. Well, we didn't talk at all. Just sat next to each other while we ate and drank. I was quite pleasant. Normal even. I had not enjoyed someone else's company this much in a long time. After the sandwiches were done I gathered the plates back to the kitchen and grabbed two more beers. I sat back in my place on the floor and again enjoyed the comfortable silence. We sipped slowly. I leaned back against the sofa, bending my legs up in front of me and put my arm around her, it felt right and she melted into my side. Remembering the show of flesh and the flash of nipple from the last time we sat like this, I looked down but her shirt was too tight to see into and she didn't have a big enough chest to create much cleavage. I wasn't too disappointed, the show of her breasts pushing against the tight fabric was very enticing. Her nipples harden under the caress of my eyes. She placed her hand on the inside of my knee and squeezed my thigh lightly. We sat holding each other long after the beers were empty. I think neither one of us want to break the spell of the moment. But nothing lasts forever. "The phone in the office is ringing" she said as she got up. I enjoyed watching her leave the room. But I didn't move. I wanted her to come back and sit with me longer. A moment later, "It's Trevor. He needs to talk to you. He sounds very urgent." She said from the doorway. I reluctantly walked back to the office. Trevor was moving a mile a minute when I picked up the phone. A major potential client that I had been courting for years wanted to go over our latest proposal, on Monday, in person, in their offices which were 3000 miles away on the east coast. They had hinted that they were ready to sign if the meeting went well, so Trevor and I had a plane to catch. I told Trevor to confirm the meeting and Becky got to making the travel arrangements. The trip would cost a small fortune, but it we got this contract it would give us the springboard we needed to expand. Once all of the travel arrangements were in place, Becky said "It's time to get the kids." It was then I realized I had just assumed Becky would be around to watch the kids. "I forgot to ask you. Can you watch Eric and Jessica? I'm leaving Sunday morning and won't back until Tuesday afternoon." "I just made the arrangements for you." I could hear the unspoken words "dumb shit" on her voice. "I think I know your schedule." "I just don't want you to think I take you for granted. Is it okay? Can you watch them?" "Dear god." She shook her head side to side, "Yes, I planned on it from the second we found out you were going to be out of town. And yes, yes you do take me for granted." "You are too good to me." "You owe me mister." she tried to sound stern but I knew her better than that. With that, I left her working in the office and I went to get the kids. When I got back she picked up her purse and said "See you Sunday morning." Then she was gone and the house was empty. *** Saturday morning went by fast. I spent so much time preparing for the trip, I didn't have time to let my thoughts about Becky linger too much. But they were there in the back of my mind. When I took Eric and Jessica to the park and watched them play for a bit, the thoughts of her came flooding back. I couldn't help but think it would be better if she sitting on the bench with me. I felt a little foolish, like a school boy with a crush. I suddenly had the need to regain control. I yearned for her and it was obvious she felt the same. I decided I was going to break through the barrier she had up and soon. I would put this silliness behind us for both of our sakes. *** Sunday morning I woke up and she was sitting on the bed cross legged at my side, facing me. This time she was in jeans and a blue spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was held behind her ears by a pink headband crossing the top of her head. Her bare feet with pink nail polish on her toes just inches away. She sat quietly smiling at me. It was a very pleasant way to wake. I stretched and smiled back. "Morning gorgeous. You are getting pretty used to letting yourself in." She shrugged indifferently. "I didn't think you minded?" "No, it's fine. How long have you been there?" I asked. I was naked again but didn't care this time. She'd seen all I had to offer already. "Long enough to know you talk in your sleep." I strained to remember what I had been dreaming about but couldn't. "Did I say anything interesting?" "Oh yes, very. In fact we had a conversation." I look at her trying to figure out if she was screwing with me. Maybe, maybe not. I did talk in my sleep; I had been told so on several occasions and my college roommate swore I would hold conversations him. "What did we talk about?" "Me" she answered. "And I said?" But she clammed up. "A lady never tells" was the only hint I got. She continued, "I laid out your clothes." She pointed to an outfit on top of the covers near my feet. I sat up reach over and grabbed hold of her hand resting in her lap. She turned her face away and stared at the floor. I recognized this pattern, next she would be running for the door. Patience, this was going to take patience. I gently placed her hand on her thigh and rubbed it reassuringly before removing my hand. She turned her face back to me. She wore a longing look. I was afraid to move. It was like trying to catch a bird. If you moved to suddenly it would fly away, so you had to approach slowly, but when you got real close it was ready to fly anyway. That was the moment you needed to pounce. "Don't try it," she said. I was startled back into the conversation. She had been reading my mind again. I was back in the school boy crush zone again. When was the last time I was genuinely afraid of rejection? I couldn't remember. Damn it, I thought. She was in control of the situation again and that meant we would be going nowhere fast. I stridently stood up challenging her not to look and started to reach for the clothes. "Let me help", she offered. Next thing I know, she was sitting next to me handing me my boxers. "You're killing me." I said. "I know. You're killing me too, though." "Why don't you let me ease our pain?" She just looked at me. She looked like she was going to cry. I wondered why. I put the boxers on. We finished dressing me in silence, Becky handing me the next article of clothing whenever I was ready for it. Fully clothed I pulled her up into a hug. She yelped as I lifted her up into my arms. It was more consolatory than erotic. She laid her head on my chest and squeezed her arms around me tightly. We embraced for a long time. We got the kids up together and we went to the airport together and said our goodbyes. I let her drive my car and dropped me off I kissed Jessica and Eric goodbye. I placed a caress on the side of Becky's face instead of a kiss. Then I had second thoughts and replaced my hand with my lips for just a second. She waved a finger at me. *** The trip went well. The customer just needed to clarify a few items to make sure they were included in the contract price. I think they just wanted to talk in person and feel comfortable that I was competent to get the job done. During the morning coffee break I emailed Becky from my phone with the updated language for the contract. By the time we were back in the meeting she had fixed the document and emailed it to me and the customer. I don't know if that was what sealed the deal, but they seemed pleased and even printed and signed on the spot. I counter signed and offered to take them out to an expensive lunch to celebrate. After lunch my head was spinning, nothing was this easy. I asked Trevor to call the office to move our flights up to this afternoon. He called his secretary instead Becky, but who cared, we would be home later this evening. Trevor was happy to head home to his family. We swung by the hotel to get checked out then off to the airport. *** After the flight Trevor drove me home and dropped me off at my front door at 11 pm. I quietly opened the door and crept to my bedroom. There was no need to wake anyone up. The second I was in my room I knew something was out of place. There were women's clothes on the floor and someone sleeping in my bed. I had just assumed that she used the spare room down the hall when she spent the night. That was why I had put fresh sheets on the spare bed Saturday. I grabbed something to wear to bed and snuck back out of the room. I went to the guest bathroom on the other side of the house. There I washed up and changed into pajama pants I never wore before as quietly as possible. I went back to my room and approached the bed and that was when Becky woke up. Becky gasped, eyes went wide and she started an apology, "You... I... I didn't think... um... you're home early." I placed a finger over my lips, "Shush. It's fine. Just go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning." This was when I realized she was naked. At least her top half was. She looked doe eyed at me as I pulled back the covers and slid in. I laid on my side facing her and she turned on her side facing me. "How did the meeting go?" she whispered. "We got the contract before lunch. So we came home early." I reached out and caressed her face then moved my hand to her shoulder. She closed her eyes. Then I moved my hand under the covers and down her side and rested it on the outside of her hip. I confirmed that she was wearing panties after all. My hand continued its trip down the outside of her thigh to her knee. She made a soft hissing sound. Her leg was softer than I imagined possible. I told her so. "I shaved before bed. You have the softest sheets. They are heaven against my skin. That's why I sleep in here." "That's why I sleep without anything on." I confess. "They do feel great on your skin." I moved my hand off her leg, then to the side of her torso just below her breast, I wrapped my large hand around her side and I pulled toward me at the same time I move in to kiss her. I did this in one motion; she had no time, nowhere to run. Shortly after our lips met she started to kiss me back with passion. We batted at each other's tongues playfully. I lost control at this point. I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping them and she moaned into my mouth and put her hands on the back of my head pulling me into the kiss. She was in a rage of lust as we kissed, totally surrendered to the moment. I broke the kiss and licked her jaw, nibbled at neck, then kissed her collar bone. I planted kisses on her breasts but purposely neglecting her nipples, I left them alone for now, I wanted to make her to ache with need. One of my hands was on her prefect ass, cupping and squeezing her ass cheek. Becky was still pulling head into her body with one hand, but the other was working its way down my back, pulling at me, scratching at times. Her breathing was labored. "Stop teasing, I need you..." I licked one of her nipples and her body racked. I smiled to myself, and went back teasing. "Damn you! Don't stop!" She slapped the back of my head hard. I lick the other and got a full body contortion but to a lesser extent. I latched on to her nipple with my mouth and sucked lightly using my tongue to tease. I spent several minutes alternating between each breast. Her moaning was punctuated with sudden gasps here and there. I slide one of my hands over her panties and cupped her mound, softly rubbing her wet opening. I increased my pressure causing her to soak through her panties. The combination of the pressure on her breast and clit had her writhing. Her moans grew louder until every muscle in her body clinched at once. She spasmed several times then seemed to start coming down. I thought she was going to drift out into space but next thing I knew, like a cat, she sprung on top of me with force. With strength and swiftness uncharacteristic of her size she pushed me onto my back, pinned my shoulders with her hands and put her knees on the on either sides of my hips. Her panty clad crotch was planted forcefully on my dick. Then she kissed me so hard I was afraid one of us may get a bloody lip. She was like an animal, she was ravaging me. This time she broke the kiss and nibbled, kissed, and licked her way down my body. She tore at my pants, I lifted my hips, and she had them off. Her mouth went straight to my cock licking and kissing all parts of it. She stretched her mouth over the end and began sucking and bobbing her head on the first couple inches. Her hand continuously stroked the shaft. Her technique was a bit clumsy, uncoordinated but full of enthusiasm. Her excited slurping and moaning was very erotic and pleasing, but every time I would start to get close she would change rhythm or pause to come up air. I thought she was trying to keep me at the brink of coming at first, quickly I realized that she was desperately trying to bring me over the top but not getting there. I was starting to get frustrated (and think she was too), but I didn't want to hurt her feelings, it was obvious she was working hard to bring me pleasure. I sat up on my elbows so a could watch, willing myself to let go and telling her how fantastic it felt and begged her not to stop because it did feel great. If she could just keep going without pauses for a little longer we would reach the finish line. She looked up into my eyes, redoubling efforts. That was enough. "I'm cumming" I warned her. She pulled her mouth off but kept pumping with her hand. I exploded all over both of us. Between seeing stars, I watched the cum fly. The first spurt went flying over her head landing in her hair. She squealed. The next shot landed on the side of her face, chin to ear. She giggled. Then on my stomach and another on her shoulder. She was laughing now still pumping away. A few more spurts landed on my legs and stomach. She pumped until nothing else came out. She was ginning ear to ear. My cum was thick and everywhere. "Wow, you have a lot of stuff." "That's the most, I've ever shot out. I think it was you." She smiled proudly and licked her hand. I groaned. She laughed at me and waved me off. "Men" she teased. I got up on wobbly legs and grabbed towel from the bathroom. I wiped her down starting with her face and hair then her shoulder. I wiped at her chest even though it looked clean. I tried unnecessarily to wipe her crotch but she stole the towel from me. She wiped off my stomach and legs then surprised me by licking off my dick with her tongue until it was spotless. I was stunned. She was simultaneously inexperienced and uninhibited. I pushed her onto her back and kissed her deeply again. I could taste a bit of myself on her tongue, but didn't care. It was worth the passion filled response her hands held the back of my head again pulling me to her. I slid away from her anyhow. She fought to keep me in the kiss. I had to wrestle with her to get away. I used my arm to break her hold. She rose up towards me as she chased my mouth with hers. I had put my other hand in the middle of her chest to hold her away and down on the bed. She made a fierce and angry face at me, showing teeth. Becky was not happy at all about losing the embrace. I slid down her body. When my face was even with her navel, I lost my leverage to hold her down so she sat up grabbed under my arms and tried to bring me back up to her. I hooked my fingers on the side of her underpants, but with her weight on her bottom I could not get them down. I reversed direction pushing my mouth back into hers. Between heavy breaths she made a low laugh and pronounced, "You are mine." I was breathing hard from the exertion too. I kissed her harder she moaned my name. But I had other ideas. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed forward with my legs to roll her back until her head and shoulders were pressed against the bed. Once pinned, I used my thighs under her legs to get her ass off the bed. I slipped the embrace again and she growled at me. I reached down with both hands and peeled her panties off of her. I had her held immobile on her back, shoulders and head down and ass curling up in the air. She grabbed at me again with her hands and tried to roll out to the side but I was well planted with my knees apart and used my strength to keep her in place. In this new position I was able to get to my prize. With my hands around her tiny hips, I looked at her beautiful pussy up closed. Her pubic hair was very dark but sparse and trimmed very short. I place my mouth at her slit and lick the full length. "Oh!" her cried out and she stopped struggling. I dropped her to the bed and began to lick at her very wet tunnel. After several full length licks, she was panting and she grabbed the back of my head again this time forcing my mouth against her labia. I moved to her clit and flicked my tongue at it. "Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I pushed a finger into her. "Yes!" She was so tight I had to work my index finger into her despite the wetness. I worked it in and out while I teased her clit with my tongue. I sought out her G-spot with my finger. She released my head and balled up the sheets in her fists on both sides of her. "Oh God! Oh God!" She started to gush. Her stomach clinched and her head came up as she rolled forward then she crashed back down and quickly bridged her back off the bed. I had to hold on to her tightly not to lose contact. She dropped flat on her back and began pushing on my forehead with both of her palms. "Stop, stop." She pleaded. "No more!" I pulled my mouth away. She looked spent. Her chest was heaving. "You made my hands go numb" she said. I had gotten hard again sometime during our struggles. I crawled up between her thighs again and kissed her. She accepted my mouth but wasn't as frenzied as during our last kiss. My cock was lying against the mouth of her womb. She purred into my kiss. I sat up and she didn't fight the break in contact this time. I looked down at her amazing, compact body. I positioned the head of my rod at her opening and squeeze my first inch into her. Her eyes shot open and locked on mine. She bit her bottom lip but made no other move. She was incredibly tight. With my entry started I lowered my chest back down to hers. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me to her. I slowly worked a couple of inches in and out of her. When her tightness seemed to accept the intrusion I pushed another inch in. She yelped. I worked slowly in and out again without going any deeper. Once she got used that I went deeper again and got another grunt. I repeated the process and was given a small cry at each new depth until I got all seven inches of my thickness inside. I paused enjoying the incredible snug fit. Wrestling for Control Ch. 01 Again I worked myself in and out picking up the pace as things got easier for her. Soon she brought her feet to my ass and tried to push me in harder. I got the hint and started to piston in and out. I was rewarded with grunts of satisfaction and her clawing at my back. The entire time she never let go of my shoulders. She held me in a tight embrace. Becky came once more. She clenched down around my embedded cock and I couldn't hold out any longer. I forced myself hard into her and shot several strong jets of cum into her body. The lights blacked out for me. I rolled off of her and she gave a disappointed groan. I couldn't move. I laid on my back trying to regain my senses. She groped around and found her underwear and put them on. We slid under the covers looking for a safe place to lie but the wet spots were everywhere. We ended up hugging close on the edge of the bed. I held her tight and we kissed lightly for a few minutes. Letting out a sigh, I thought to myself, "She's finally mine." Becky was staring into my eyes; she was reading my mind again. She just smiled and snuggled tighter into my chest.