She Was in Control

She’d picked me up,
As we walked out of work,
Side-by-side.

She wanted sex.
Maddeningly.

That’s all.
Sex.

I told her,
I didn’t have a condom.

She paused,
Looked at me,
Nodded.

Her plan was simple.

This would be her show.

She on top.
Controlling everything.

I on my back.

She’d ride me,
She’d rub her cunt,
Up and down,
The length of my cock.

As she got closer,
She’d get wetter,
Slicker,
The rubbing would,
Become better,
More arousing,
For both.

As I got more aroused,
I’d get harder,
As she rubbed her cunt,
Along my growing,
Hardening,
Cock,
She’d get wetter.

You get the idea.

The plan was simple,
I’d cum,
All over my,
Own tummy,
She’d cum,
All over my,
Dick.

Her juices,
Would mix with mine,
And flow around my cock,
Past my balls,
Puddle on the bed,
Beneath my,
Butt.

A few minutes,
Into the plan,
She bent over to kiss me,
While still rubbing her cunt,
Along my cock.

The kissing became,
My tongue,
Fucking her mouth,
Taking turns,
With her tongue,
Working over my mouth.

She got wetter,
The sliding of her cunt,
Along my cock,
Became much more,
Vigorous,
Arousing.

I was about as hard,
As a guy can get,
Without cumming.

Carelessly,
Her vigorous sliding,
Slipped her cunt over,
The head of my dick.

When she started to,
Slide back down,
The alignment was,
Exactly right.

I was in her,
Far enough that I felt,
My cock,
Meet her cervix.

In panic,
She jerked her head up,
From kissing me,
Her eyes met mine,
She slid forward,
To get my cock,
Out of her cunt.

My being in there,
Was not part of her plan.

Before she slid far enough forward,
That I could exit her,
She sighed with a deep,
Guttural,
Primitive moan.

Her eyes glazed over.

Her moan,
Became a groan,
She arched upward,
Settled down,
On me,
Wiggling,
Writhing,
Squirming.

I felt my cock,
Slide into her.

The walls of her cunt,
Tightened,
Hugging my cock.

I saw contractions,
Twitch across,
Her tummy.

The sensations,
I was feeling inside her,
As she orgasmed,
Set off my own.

Strong enough was,
My ejaculation,
That her eyes,
Widened,
Her mouth opened,
She whispered,
Almost crying,
That she had felt me,
Cum within her.

Then came the tears.

She don’t want to be,
Pregnant.

She don’t want to,
Have my kid.

And then,
The accusation,
Why did I do that.

All I did was lay there.

She did all the rest.

It was her show.

She was in control.