The maid used my kitchen to make tea? I don't remember telling her she could do that, then again I suppose I hardly care, someone might as well use it and if she enjoyed tea she really should have just said something. I would have bought her a selection of teas or something as a Christmas present as opposed to a new mop. She'd honestly seemed almost offended by it and yet really I am assured modern health code standards mention the need for a change in mop head on a yearly basis. If it were me it would be weekly although I am given to believe that this may well be the reason why I have never been asked to be on any sort of health based committee. I'll look into the tea situation- you can get different tea's can't you? Why am I thinking about tea? Maybe having a rather....erratic mind isn't exactly always the most beneficial of my skills, it does however provide an ability for rather an intense focus on one thing or another whenever it is I can find that tiny place within my mind that seems to unlock that ability that finally lets me work, or think, or do something without so many other thoughts and right now my focus was wholly and irrevocably on Kat, on every part of her- an attention made all the more potent by the fact I couldn't actually touch her.

I've been with rather a few women in my time, it's not exactly a secret and there truly are very few things I haven't tried when it comes to sex, after all, what's wrong with a little experimentation? Whats wrong with testing out something new? I never did mind a woman willing to indulge that side, willing to see just how far we could push certain barriers of control. I'm good at what I do after all, but this, well, this was new even for me. After all, I suppose I've gotten used to telling Kat what to do in this single area of our lives, I've gotten used to telling her why or how or when and indeed I still have so many things I plan to show her in time- having her take control however is not wholly unsatisfying, in fact- I find it rather attractive. Even if she did manage, this single time, to get the better of me at my own game. It only means I can push her that bit further next time and I will- because I am not going to forget this, hell, I don't think I'll ever forget this or the desire to touch her, any part of her and simply being unable too. The view this position provided was almost as blissful as the friction itself, every single part of my form attuned to her own. Her legs though, were significantly more powerful than my arms, her positioning assuring there was just enough weight upon the top of my shoulders and chest to stop me from being able to lift my torso up enough to actually rise. I've seen her assassinate people like this before, I've seen her hold them down- I may never be able to look at it the same again and yet I hardly care. Her ability to actually hold me however was both frustrating and agonizing all at once. She wasn't supposed to learn this quickly, my mistake evidently being showing her just how much control more...intimate activities actually brought, a game she was forever destined to win and perhaps she will tonight- but we'll see for next time now won't we?

I'd never offered her any advice for the use of her lips and mouth, never asked her to do it, or had any need to explain the how, why or where I liked it- that after all, using her lips in such a manner, even I am willing to admit is...personal preference, some women don't do it, don't like it and while I will admit it is by far one of my most favoured activities- well, I'd been willing enough to let her decide that one on her own. If she'd never wanted to, I suppose I would have dealt with it. That she was more then willing and significantly more skilled then I'd actually anticipated was merely another of the reasons I was so entirely absorbed by this woman, in every way. She had been entirely worth the wait, a new kind of drug I was fucking hopelessly addicted to. I wonder if she knew it? Just as I am entirely sure she knew that doing this, this way....I was never going to win. I would have admitted to shooting JFK with her lips moving as they were, oral sex, I think- may well be the weakness of any man.

She somehow managed to take it deeper, further, how I have no idea and right now I honestly didn't fucking care, mind focused on nothing but the sensation of her lips and the sweat beginning to actually form on my frame in an effort to hold back, half wanting her to stop, to actually let me touch her and yet praying she never would. My evident surrender it would seem, only seemed to make her all the more determined to finish what she started, another groan drawn from my throat, my hands and arms pinned uselessly behind my head leaving only my hips to buck against her, to find that rhythm with her lips and tongue- my own movements shorter, thrusts sharper as she suddenly increased her pace and fractured that last single thread of control I'd somehow managed to cling too. That primal, guttural groan was the last sound I actually remember making before falling back against the tangle of sheets and pillows, chest heaving from the effort and the energy used as I took a few moments to simply lay there.

"If this was a ploy to make me sweat- it was very clever. Look what you've done."

I managed to sit up almost hazily, hair tousled in every direction, reaching down to pull her against me now before finding her lips with my own every so briefly. She tasted, well, like me- though in this moment that was entirely satisfying as I moved to lay back down again, letting her lay across my chest as she had so taken to doing and I had finally become used to, one hand twisting absentmindedly within her hair.

"If I knew that was the reward I got for working....I could have built you Rome by now."

I chuckled softly, lip quirking slightly upward as the blue gold of my gaze flickered briefly down to her own, breathing having slowed enough now to actually let me enjoy this pleasing afterglow.



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?