All I Want is You… On Your Knees

The summer heat clung to the air like a lover’s breath, heavy and teasing, as I stepped into our apartment after a long day. The faint hum of the air conditioner was drowned out by the low, sultry rhythm of R&B drifting from the bedroom. My pulse quickened. I knew that music—Jade always played it when she was in a mood. And God, I hoped she was in that mood.

“Jade?” I called, kicking off my shoes and loosening my tie. The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of candles flickering on the coffee table. A bottle of red wine sat open, two glasses waiting. My heart thudded. She’d planned something.

“In here, baby,” her voice floated from the bedroom, smooth as honey, with that playful edge that always drove me wild. I followed the sound, my anticipation building with every step.

When I pushed open the door, my breath caught. Jade stood at the foot of our king-sized bed, her silhouette framed by the golden light of more candles. She wore a black lace lingerie set that hugged her curves like it was painted on. Her big tits strained against the delicate fabric, and her big ass was a masterpiece, barely contained by the thong. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes—those deep, mischievous eyes—locked onto mine with a promise of trouble.

“Damn, baby,” I said, my voice low, already thick with want. “You look… unreal.”

She smirked, sauntering toward me, her hips swaying with every step. “You’ve been working too hard, Marcus,” she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest, tugging at my shirt buttons. “I thought you deserved a little… reward.”

I grinned, my hands finding her waist, pulling her close. Her skin was warm, soft, and the faint scent of her jasmine perfume made my head spin. “What kind of reward we talking about?” I teased, though the growing tightness in my pants already had ideas.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “The kind where you’re begging for me by the end,” she whispered, her voice dripping with heat. Before I could respond, she stepped back, her fingers grazing my belt as she sank to her knees. My breath hitched. The sight of her there, looking up at me with those eyes, was enough to make my knees weak.

“Jade…” I started, but she pressed a finger to her lips, silencing me.

“Shh. Let me take care of you first.” Her hands deftly unbuckled my belt, then my pants, and I groaned as she freed my big dick, already hard and aching for her. She licked her lips, and I swear I almost lost it right there. “God, I love how you look like this,” she murmured, her voice reverent as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly. “So big… so perfect.”

I tangled my fingers in her hair, my head tilting back as she worked me with those skilled hands. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna kill me,” I managed, my voice rough.

She laughed softly, a wicked sound, before her lips closed around me. The warmth, the wet heat of her mouth, sent a jolt through my entire body. I groaned, gripping her hair tighter as she moved, slow and deliberate, teasing me with every flick of her tongue. She knew exactly how to push me to the edge without letting me fall.

After a few minutes of pure torture, she pulled back, her lips glistening, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not yet,” she said, standing and pushing me toward the bed. “I’ve got plans for you.”

I sat on the edge of the mattress, my heart pounding as she turned and opened the nightstand drawer. My eyes widened as she pulled out a sleek, black vibrator and a small, shiny butt plug, its base glinting in the candlelight. My mouth went dry, but my body was screaming with anticipation.

“Jade…” I said, half-laughing, half-nervous. “What’s all this?”

She straddled my lap, her big ass pressing against my thighs, the toys still in her hands. “I want to play,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “You trust me, don’t you?”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Always.”

Her smile was pure fire. She kissed me then, deep and hungry, her tongue dancing with mine as she ground against me. I could feel the heat of her through the thin lace, and it took everything in me not to flip her over and take her right then. But Jade was in control tonight, and I was more than happy to let her lead.

She slid off my lap and turned, bending over the bed, giving me a full view of that perfect ass. “Help me with this,” she said, handing me the butt plug and a bottle of lube. My hands trembled slightly as I coated the toy, my eyes locked on her. She glanced back at me, her expression a mix of vulnerability and desire. “Go slow, okay?”

I nodded, my heart swelling with how much I loved her in that moment. I leaned in, kissing the small of her back as I gently pressed the plug against her. She gasped softly, her body tensing, then relaxing as I eased it in, slow and careful, whispering reassurances. “You’re doing so good, baby,” I murmured, my free hand stroking her hip. “So fucking beautiful.”

Once it was in place, she let out a shaky breath, her cheeks flushed. “God, that feels… intense,” she said, her voice trembling with arousal. She turned to face me, her eyes blazing. “Your turn.”

Before I could process, she grabbed the vibrator and pushed me back onto the bed. I laughed, the sound cut off by a groan as she climbed over me, her big tits brushing against my chest. She flicked on the vibrator, the low hum filling the air, and pressed it lightly against my inner thigh. The sensation sent a shiver through me, and I cursed under my breath.

“Like that?” she teased, dragging the toy higher, closer to where I was aching for her.

“Jade, you’re playing dirty,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips as she hovered over me.

She grinned, leaning down to kiss me, her lips soft and demanding. “You have no idea.” She positioned the vibrator against herself now, her breath hitching as she rubbed it over the lace of her panties. The sight of her, head thrown back, lips parted, was almost too much. I reached up, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples through the lace until she moaned.

“Take this off,” I said, tugging at her bra. She obliged, tossing it aside, and I groaned at the sight of her big tits, perfect and begging for my touch. I sat up, taking one into my mouth, sucking and teasing as she rocked against the vibrator, her moans growing louder.

“Marcus… fuck, I need you,” she gasped, her voice raw. She tossed the vibrator aside and climbed onto me, straddling my hips. I could feel the butt plug’s base as she positioned herself, and the thought of it inside her, combined with the heat of her against my cock, had me seeing stars.

She sank down onto me, slow and deliberate, and we both groaned at the sensation. She was tight, so tight, and the added pressure from the plug made it even more intense. “God, you feel so good,” I said, my hands gripping her big ass as she started to move, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had me gripping the sheets.

“You like that, baby?” she asked, her voice breathy, her eyes locked on mine. “You like fucking me like this?”

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, thrusting up to meet her, our bodies finding a perfect, desperate rhythm. Her big tits bounced with every movement, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to tease them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she cried out.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into my chest. “I want all of you.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped her onto her back, keeping myself inside her, and thrust deeper, harder, the bed creaking beneath us. The butt plug added an extra layer of sensation, and her moans were music, raw and unrestrained. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I said, my voice rough as I leaned down to kiss her, our tongues clashing as we moved together.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, her breath hot against my ear. “I’m so close, Marcus… don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept going, driving into her, the vibrator forgotten on the bed as we lost ourselves in each other. Her body tensed, her back arching, and when she came, her cry was loud and unapologetic, her nails raking down my back. The sight of her, the feel of her tightening around me, sent me over the edge. I followed her, groaning her name as I spilled inside her, my vision blurring with the intensity of it.

We collapsed together, panting, her body soft and warm against mine. I gently eased the plug out, kissing her softly as she sighed, her body still trembling. “You okay, baby?” I asked, brushing her hair from her face.

She smiled, lazy and satisfied. “More than okay,” she said, her voice hoarse. “But next time… you will be in cuffs.”

I laughed, pulling her close, our bodies tangled in the sheets. “Deal,” I said, kissing her forehead. “As long as it’s you on your knees again.”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, baby, you’ve got no idea what I’ve got planned for you next.”