Stay in control.

I am losing my mind. Everything from her intoxicating scent to the way she shivers each time I touch her is driving me insane. I have to remember that this is her first time and I do not want to scare her away.

Then, there is the small fact that if I lose control, I might actually destroy her. She is so breakable, so fragile. Her human body, though strong, could never match mine.

Emma starts grinding against me and I feel my shaft twitching against the fabric of my jeans. I know she does not even realize she is doing it.

I keep my face lowered, taking her pink nipple into my mouth and sucking on it. Because they are beautiful and they taste fucking good. I will be damned if I do not taste the rest of her today. There is not one inch of her skin that will remain a secret to me. After this, her entire body is mine.

I pull on her hair to give me better access to her neck. From the way her breath hitches each time I do it, I know she enjoys the feeling. I nibble her earlobe and watch with satisfaction as goosebumps dance across the skin of her back. When the softest, lowest moan escapes her lips, I know she is ready to move to the next level.

I lower my hand to her waistband and slip my hand inside. Pushing her underwear to the side, I press a finger to her mound. So wet, so hot, I might lose it right then and there. It is perfect. She is all ready and I barely had to do anything.

She stiffens a bit, but I do not give her time to push back. I press my forehead against hers and force her to look at me. She looks at me through half-closed lids. Her pupils are fully dilated and I smile, before pushing a finger inside her. I watch her eyes grow wide, stunned and a little surprised. She clenches around my finger as I start moving it in and out, going slow at first and then increasing the rhythm.

"Oh my god..." she moans, lips parted deliciously and begging me to slip my tongue in there.

"Not god, sweetheart. Don't say his name while I'm doing this to you." I crash my lips on hers while fingering her. I can feel her become wetter and wetter against my hand.

She grabs my shoulders and digs her little nails in my skin. She is close, so close. I debate stopping just to show her who is in control, but I do not. I want her to come on my finger. And then, I want her to come in my mouth and after that, around me.

She yelps and starts crying out against my mouth when the final ripples of her orgasm reach new heights. I can almost feel it pouring out of her. Her body goes soft and she leans against me, sucking in a few ragged breath. When she lifts her eyes to mine under long lashes, I can not decipher the emotion behind them. She looks so disturbed by what happened. Like she is ashamed of her reactions to me.

Too bad. I will fuck the shyness out of her.

She moves a small hand to my crotch and being the masochist that I am, I stop her. She wants to give back, but this is not about that. It is about me making her comfortable with her own body first.

"Not yet," I whisper and turn around to lay her on the bed. I pull her bottoms off her legs in one quick motion and let my eyes trail down her entire body. Emma is a fucking goddess, with her auburn hair sprawled out around her, those perky little breast pointing tantalizingly at me and her beautiful, toned stomach.

"Shit," I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

A corner of her mouth lifts up and she bites her plump, bottom lip.

I need to get busy before I ruin everything by ravaging her, throwing my better judgement out of the window.

I yank her panties off and start kissing the inside of her milky thighs. When I reach her core, I start peppering it with feather-light kisses. I watch her reaction, mostly for my own perverted reasons. When she can not take it anymore, she surprises me by pulling my head closer to her middle, forcing me to apply more pressure. I smile.

I win.

I eat her out until her legs buckle and her back arches. Until she screams and begs me for more. Until she is so wet, I think she will soak through the mattress.

I move up her body and kiss her sloppily, giving her a taste of her wetness. She gives me back as much as I give her, slipping her tongue through my teeth. She bites my bottom lip and I see my little tigress coming out and fighting back. Finally.

She pushes my shoulder and flips us around so that she is now on top, straddling me with her slender legs. I could have easily pinned her down, keeping my place on top, but I chose to let her win this one.

It is always like this with Emma. A show of power. Who is in control, who overpowers who. She does not like to loose, but since I know I can so easily win every time, I chose which battles to grant her. This one, as she kisses my neck fervently while her beautiful, round breast dance against my chest and she grinds her pussy on my stomach, I let her win with pleasure.

But not for long, because soon, I can not take it anymore. I have to have her. I grab her waist and push her down on the comforter before pulling myself to my feet and removing the rest of my clothes. Her hot, hazel eyes settle between my legs and she freezes a little. She does not look so sure now and I think that is cute.

I position myself on top her and spread her legs open with my knee. She looks down to where I am positioning myself against her entrance and places her hands on my biceps.

"Wait," she peeps.

I stop, looking at her expectantly and clenching my jaw, because all I want right now is to drive into her, but never if she does not want me too.

She hesitates for a moment, biting that lower lip until I am afraid she will draw blood. I kiss her and she stops. She begins to relax under me and her grip loosens on my arms.

"Emma, so help me. Tell me right now if you want to stop or not, because I'm losing my fucking mind here," I growl.

She nods and I do not give her time to change her mind. I start pushing myself inside her, slowly, inch by painful inch, watching the cues on her face to tell me when I can keep going. The last thing I want is to cause pain.

Holy fuck. She is so tight. So wet and so fucking warm.

Her lips part and her eyes grow heavy. Her face twists in pain when I finally push my entire length in. I stop, waiting for her to relax before moving. Her hands fist the blanket on the bed and I drop a soft kiss on her moist forehead.

"Relax. You're too tense." And it feels fucking amazing to me, but probably not to you.

"Sorry," she bites that lip again.

"Don't" I say, but it comes out as more of a growl. "Look at me." When she does, I caress her cheek, still unmoving. Still buried inside her, but unable to do the only thing that will relieve the pressure building inside me until she relaxes. "It's only going to hurt for a couple minutes, ok? I promise."

She nods and I realize that for the very first time, Emma puts her full trust in me.

I start moving in and out in agonizingly slow movements. I watch her intently and when her face finally morphs into pure, unadulterated pleasure, I pick up the pace, getting lost in the moment. In the pleasure she gives me.

When she begins to cry out, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I own her body.

That day, Emma came many more times and with each one, I felt her reservations towards me melt away until there was nothing left to hide. I owned her, and she owned me.

That is when I knew.

I knew I had been kidding myself. I am not the one in control here.