Part 2

Part 2

The jacuzzi was sunk into a blackish-grey marble floor with a mirrored ceiling. The fittings were gold plate and white towels abounded. Florence raised a leg onto the edge of the bidet and proceeded to remove her stockings. She wanted him to see her pussy. She liked him watching as much as she liked teasing him. The sexual electricity was palpable. I could see Florence was fully aroused and I found it so very hard not to lose control, to pounce on her, to let her feel me deep inside her. But that would all come in time.

Naked in front of her and I watched with pleasure. She adored being dominated or conversely submitting to my demands. It had been ages since she’d met a man who was confident in taking control. A man whom she felt comfortable submitting to.

She had told me on many occasions that my magic hold over her was my ability to get her to open her mind about what she truly desired and what she was willing to do to get it. She knew I could raise the sexual bar and she knew I could pull something new out of her every time. She loved my dominant spirit and she found it intoxicating to be able to release the submissive side of herself without being degraded or judged for relaxing into it. What was so evident was that without me, she never would have found the power to do it.

For a woman whose sexual fantasies have fantasies, and whose sexual tick boxes have tick boxes - deviating from what was her norm and willingly letting me take charge, had always been her struggle until now. She was finally at that point where she was ready to explore all her deepest sexual desires and fantasies.

Trust had played an important part in our connection. The relationship depended on whether she trusted me and then herself to be in the moment and thankfully she did. She realised that trusting me was not an issue, it was more about letting go herself.

If she could let go of her own hang ups about what she desired sexually and let someone else lead her to figuring it out; then what would happen if she did that in every aspect of her life?

The what ifs are endless, as well as the possibilities. Submitting to those possibilities and learning her limitations left her with two choices: push past those limitations or hold onto them for cautionary measure.

I told her early in our relationship that when a partner is initiative with sex, they’re telling us that they’re attracted to us and that they want us sexually. This can be a massive turn-on for a lot of people as it builds self-esteem, and it can make sex more freeing if you feel like you are the object of someone’s desire.

Yes, she let go.

Now naked I took her hand to support her as she got into the jacuzzi. I followed and noticed her smile as she enjoyed the site of my hard circumcised cock. I pressed a button and the jacuzzi sprang to life and then beckoned Florence to sit beside me. I slid a hand behind her main of long dark hair and began planting butterfly kisses down her neck and then along her jaw line. She purred appreciatively as she moved a hand along the length my engorged cock and began stroking me.

“Sit on the edge of the jacuzzi and spread your legs for me darling,” I said. “I want to watch you play with yourself.”

She obliged obediently beaming with excitement and as I too raised myself onto the edge opposite her. She knew how I loved watching her pleasure herself – the most intimate of acts and she’d learned that she found watching me stroking my cock equally arousing. It was like having your own private porn film being played out in front of you in real time. The visual stimuli served to get us even more aroused, while our hands touched us exactly the way we liked.

I have always loved watching my partner masturbate. It affords me the chance to see how she likes to masturbate. How she rubs her clitoris, massages her lips, fingers her cunt and, on occasion her ass. From watching her I get an insight into how she likes to be touched, what makes her feel good, and what kind of touch brings her to orgasm which helps me to be a better lover and, importantly, make her sex more fulfilling.

I was mesmerised as she I watched her massage the fleshy area on the top of her pubic bone. Watching her run her manicured nails along the outer and inner lips of her vulva. She loved masturbating in front of me and revelled in her expertise. She started stroking her clitoris through the hood. I watched as she formed a “V” with her index and middle fingers sliding them up and down the sides of the clitoral shaft. Her fingers moved faster and harder intensifying the feeling from the heavy pressure of her fingers. Her other hand moved down to the entrance of her cunt where she slowly inserted two fingers moving them in circular motion whilst they simultaneously slid in and out stimulating her G-spot.

She started moaning.

“I am about to cum,” she said.

“So am I,” I replied. “What my cum shoot out Florence.”

I came first just before her. I stood up shooting my cum over her breasts which provided the stimulus she needed to squirt over me, her body juddering in the ecstasy of an almighty orgasm.

Part 3 to follow shortly....