Author's Note: I feel like I should probably have put more content warnings on this series but also oh well lmao. Sorry this is straight filthy lmao. Also I have one more part to this series planned and then I'm out of ideas again, so stay tuned!
You and Hunter never really felt like your sex life was stale. After being together a long time, you knew each other's bodies well and could easily keep the other satisfied. Sure, marriage wasn't always easy, but you were committed and loved each other more than anything. You were immensely happy. Still, you couldn't help but want to spice it up from time to time.
One night, you two were making out on the couch, as you often fell into when watching movies, unable to keep your hands off each other for long. You thought about ways to break out of your normal routine, wanting to think of something you hadn't really tried before. You pulled away, smirking at him mischievously. "How about we try something new? I know how much you like to be in control, but...what if I take the reins tonight? I won't make it a habit."
He eyed you suspiciously, but couldn't hide the amused grin on his face. "Define what you would be in control of."
"You," you smiled, running a finger along the collar of his t-shirt coyly. "What you do, when you get to cum...all of it."
"And why the hell would I let that happen? Sounds like torture," he laughed, kissing along your neck lightly.
With an eye roll, you pushed him over, moving to straddle him. "Because it would be a mindblowing orgasm? Also I very rarely get the chance to tease you back. Seems pretty unequal to me, hubby."
His hands rested on your hips, holding you tight where you sat against his waist. "And if in a poor lapse of judgment, I do let you take control...what do I get in exchange?"
You sighed, a little annoyed by his cockiness, but knowing it was well deserved. After all, he could unravel you without even really trying. "I already told you: mindblowing. Orgasm." You accentuated your words with a hand gesture, as if your brain was actually exploding.
"Mmm...not good enough," he mused, breaking into another chuckle at your exasperation. "How about...next time we have sex, you have to call me 'sir' and be extra polite. Please sir, yes sir, thank you sir, etc. What do you say?"
Another sigh. "Well, I was planning on treating you with that for your birthday, but...I guess I can make it work." You kissed him deeply, waiting until he got a bit lost in it, tangling a hand in your hair, before pulling away. "Let's go to our room."
You grabbed his hand as you walked to the room, trying to remain composed despite how absolutely giddy you felt. You instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed, eyeing him carefully as you tried to decide where to begin. You straddled his waist, almost slipping right off the bed. He managed to catch you by the waist, laughing at your clumsiness. You glared at him. "Sorry! You're just cute when you try so hard."
A little embarrassed, you stood again. "Please try to take me seriously, okay? Damn," you muttered, trying to recover some confidence. He kept looking at you with an amused expression, so with an eye roll, you reached for his belt, swiftly unbuckling it and pulling it from its loops. You wrapped it just barely around the back of his neck, using it as leverage to pull his lips to yours. He seemed surprised, but quickly kissed back. His hand reached for your hair again, but you pulled away, giving him a stern look. "Did I say you could touch me?"
His amused expression shifted, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he looked at you with a new kind of interest. He dropped his hands, letting them rest at his sides. You smiled triumphantly, moving to kiss him deeply yet again as you let his belt hit the floor. Your hands tugged at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room. You felt powerful as you kissed him, running your tongue along his bottom lip until he opened up for you. Your fingers wound in his hair, tugging on it slightly and causing him to whimper quietly. You could feel him straining beneath you, gripping the bed sheets tightly so he couldn't touch you. Normally, his hands were all over you, desperate to touch any inch of skin he could reach, so he was visibly struggling with the role switch. You loved it.
You moved away slightly, lips just hovering over his. He unconsciously leaned into you, chasing another kiss, but you kept your distance, leaving him wanting more. You didn't break eye contact as you reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them and moving the zipper down agonizingly slowly. You gestured for him to lift his hips, at least enough that you could pull off his remaining clothing. His face turned a little red being completely exposed while you were still dressed, even though you had seen him naked more times than you could count. You smiled, gently falling to your knees in front of him, tracing a finger slowly along his length. He tensed, watching your every move carefully. Finally, you wrapped a hand around his base, swirling your tongue around his tip. He gasped, instinctively reaching for you, but managing to stop himself. You looked back at him, feigning an innocent expression. "What do you want me to do, baby?"
"Put me in your mouth," He swallowed hard, shifting slightly beneath you. "Please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely," you smirked, wrapping your lips around his tip. You hollowed out your cheeks as you began moving your head, soon picking up a pace. Quiet moans fell from his lips as your mouth worked, reveling in the feeling of you. You kept going, at least until he got close to release, immediately separating yourself from him, causing him to whine desperately. You gently shushed him, holding his face in your hands. "You never go easy on me...did you think I'd go easy on you?" You laughed, beginning to take off your own clothes, agonizingly slowly to tease him.
He visibly squirmed, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sheets "Can I touch you? Please," he finally spoke, voice sounding hoarse.
Smirking, you stepped out of your remaining clothes, tilting his chin up with a finger tip. "Fine, you can touch me." Without missing a beat, his hands latched onto your body, pulling you into a hungry kiss eagerly. You instinctively wanted to lose yourself in the kiss, so used to him taking charge and making you feel incredible, but you forced yourself to pull away, keeping your expression serious. You sat down beside him on the bed, maintaining eye contact. "On your knees," you commanded.
Hunter immediately fell to his knees, hands moving to spread your legs, but hesitating. "Can I please make you feel good? I wanna go down on you."
You suppressed a shudder, trying to maintain your temporary control over him. "I guess I'll allow that." He happily slipped a hand between your thighs, gently moving them apart and wrapping his lips around your clit. You gasped at the contact, tangling your fingers in his hair as he licked up your center, making your toes curl. He pressed his tongue against your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure to make you a whimpering mess.
"Can I use my fingers?" He questioned, expression innocent as he looked up at you. The way he was settling into the subordinate role drove you crazy, but it was getting more difficult to focus on your sense of control.
You swallowed hard, trying to seem somewhat composed and not at all at his mercy. "Yes, use your fingers." He immediately slipped one finger into you, continuing to lick at your clit feverishly as he pumped said finger. Then, he added a second, causing your grip on his hair to tighten. He curled his fingers inside you, grazing your g spot enough to tip you right over the edge, clenching around them with an almost embarrassingly loud moan. He slowly kept pumping his fingers as he worked you through your orgasm, only removing them to lick them clean. Coming down from your high, you quickly tried to refocus, donning a serious expression once more. "Lay down."
He did as he was told, settling in the middle of the bed, his head resting against the pillows. He watched you intently, the normal hunger for you in his eyes seeming somewhat muted as he waited to see your next move. You could tell that though this was the opposite of how he normally was, he was enjoying it, and that made you even more excited. Without thinking, he wrapped his hand around his shaft, giving himself a few pumps in preparation for whatever was next. You quickly moved his hand away, cocking your head to the side in questioning. "I did not say you could touch yourself, did I?"
His eyes widened and he shook his head, retreating his hand as far away as possible. "No, I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."
"Good," you replied, smiling mischievously once more. "I don't want to have to not let you cum." Placing a sweet kiss to his lips and then his cheek, you crawled ever so slightly down his body, straddling his waist. You ground your hips against his slightly, stimulating your clit by rubbing up and down his shaft, causing him to squirm a bit beneath you. Finally, you wrapped a hand around him, fingers moving up and down him slowly before positioning him in front of your entrance. You sunk down onto him agonizingly slowly, and he visibly struggled not to buck up into you. You both moaned when he was fully inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you began to rock your hips back and forth. Part of you wanted to give in at this point, let him thrust into you just like you like it, the way only he could do, but you weren't sure if/when you'd get this opportunity again, so you quickly refocused yet again.
You watched him carefully, looking out for any of the tell tale signs that he was close, slowing your pace when he got there. "Does that feel good, baby?" You all but taunted, watching his face contort in pleasure.
"It feels so good. Please, I need just a little more. Please," he moaned, fingers digging into your hip bone.
"Need a little more of what, baby boy?" You questioned, slowing down even further.
He groaned a bit, half at the feeling of you clenching around him and half in frustration. "Just a little faster, please. I'm so close."
You grinned, moving like you were going to give him what he wanted, but instead moving away from him entirely. He whined desperately at the loss of you wrapped around him, jaw clenched tightly. "Aw it's okay," you soothed, thumb brushing his cheek delicately. "You've been doing so good for me, darling." He couldn't help but moan at the praise, somewhat startling both of you. You beamed, looking at him curiously. "Does my husband have a praise kink we didn't know about? My my, that's good to know. I'm still learning about you, sweet boy."
He bit back another moan at the compliment, a little embarrassed by his own reaction. "Please, please let me cum. You feel so good and I need it so bad."
His desperation made you happier than you thought it could, and you stared back at him for a moment while you considered your options. The longer you took, the more desperate he looked, bringing another smile to your face. He might not give in so easily to your begging, but you just couldn't say no to that face. "Alright, my good boy can cum. Where do you want to cum?"
He seemed relieved at the permission, his expression eager as his hold on you tightened ever so slightly. "Can I please cum inside you? I need to feel you again."
His words sent a shiver up your spine and you climbed, sinking back down onto his length. You shifted your position to give him better access to you, gesturing for him to finally take the lead and do whatever he needed. He thrusted up into you hard and fast, and you moaned at the pace, fingernails digging into his chest as he pounded into you. He looked down, watching the way your bodies connected and moaned, desperately searching for his release. He moved a hand between you, rubbing your clit until you came around him, which sent him over the edge too as you constricted around him.
Both of you were breathless, reluctant to separate as you came down from your highs. He whined as you moved off of him, already missing your warmth. Instead, he rolled you over, peppering loving kisses all over your face and neck."So when can I do that again?" You giggled.
He rolled his eyes, but couldn't contain his satisfied smile and a light laugh. "Maybe for your birthday."