Slice of Pi 2 by Elia Winters Page B

table, Iris patted the bed beside her. Owen moved into position, stretching out, his expression anticipatory. He was waiting for instructions. She hadn’t expected to find that so hot. While she didn’t know him very well, she was already getting a strong inclination about what he liked sexually.
    â€œI want to ride you. Are you okay with that?” Iris sat up on her knees—they were as wobbly as the rest of her from that incredible oral sex—and tore open the condom.
    Owen nodded. “Yes, please.” He shifted to his back and gave his hard cock a few more strokes. The time between her legs hadn’t made his erection wane at all; in fact, he looked even harder than before. She hadn’t thought that was possible. She hoped he wasn’t a one-minute wonder, because she wanted to drag every ounce of pleasure out of this that she could. After rolling the condom down over his length, she moved up his body to straddle him. Without any pausing or hesitation, she lowered herself fully onto his cock.
    Yes. Fuck yes. Forget wanting to drag every ounce of pleasure out of this. She just wanted to ride him hard and fast to a climax, the one she’d been so close to having a few minutes ago and that she probably shouldn’t have turned down, but nothing beat the all-consuming sensation of a thick shaft filling her up. Lots of women preferred simple clit stimulation, and she was a fan of the hand job as well, but she always came harder with penetration. Lately it had been mostly dildos, but this was so much better than the silicone and glass replicas in her bedside table. This, instead, was a glorious, hot, long, thick cock, with all the wonderful twitching and pulsing she loved.
    From this position, she had all the leverage. Balancing with her hands on his chest, she lifted up and lowered herself down again, and the sensation made her shiver from head to toe. Owen was still staring up at her like she was the most amazing woman he’d ever been with, and that sort of intensity would normally be hard to take, but in the moment it was just plain hot. She began to bob up and down and focused on the pressing slip-slide of his shaft inside her.
    His hands went to her hips for leverage, holding her as he began thrusting up to meet her movements, and for a few minutes she reveled in that contact. He was hitting some perfect spots inside her, but still letting her take the lead. She could take more control. He’d probably like it if she ordered him around a bit. At that thought, she clenched around him in an unexpected wave of pleasure. Damn that felt good. She could hold off her orgasm for a bit and see where this went.
    â€œHands at your sides.” It came out like an order, a command, not a request. Owen dropped his hands immediately, his eyes widening. “This okay?” she asked, her voice softer.
    He nodded so fast, so vigorously, that Iris almost laughed. Maybe it was more than okay. If he liked that, maybe he would like more.
    â€œI’m going to ride your cock hard until I come all over you. Don’t you dare come before me.” She fixed him with her best stern gaze. In response, she felt him throb inside her, like his whole dick twitched at her words, and her body responded with a spasm. Owen didn’t answer her, just nodded, still with the same enthusiasm.
    â€œNow hold still,” she commanded.
    Owen gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white, as Iris began to ride him harder. She could tell he was struggling not to thrust up against her, his shaft twitching inside her every time she moved, and she could even feel his leg muscles quivering against hers. The power felt heady, overwhelming, and she closed her eyes to better appreciate the mixture of adrenaline and arousal. He was completely at her mercy, and all she’d had to do was ask. No, command. Iris tucked one hand between them to rub her clit. Part of her wanted to drag this out and make him wait, see