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She was still wearing her g-string, and she hadn’t yet moved it aside.
    She lowered herself gingerly.  She supported most of her weight on her knees.  But she put enough pressure on him that he had to realise it was her, not him, who was in total control of the situation.  Slowly, she moved back and forth, making sure he inhaled her scent.
    He did his best, sucking the silk of her g-string into his mouth as he tried to make her clit even more erect.  She enjoyed the sensations, every last one of them.
    But she wanted more.  She wanted to feel his mouth on her.  Leaning back slightly, she moved aside the silk, exposing her slit.  Dragging her hands into his hair, she held his head captive and softly said, “Eat my pussy.” 

 
    Chapter Three
    If he protested, she never heard it.  She lowered herself onto his mouth, drowning anything he might have said.
    He was good at this, but practice would make him even better.  “Suck on my clit,” she told him. “Gently.”
    She began a rocking motion.  “Appreciate it.  Appreciate me.  Think about what you’re doing,” she said.  “Please me.” 
    He sucked and nibbled and then, at her order, licked. 
    And since this was about more than just simple pleasure, because it was about the way she’d decided to switch roles, she slowly shifted her balance, leaning forward a little farther, grasping the headboard.  His head was completely buried between her legs. 
    Now it wasn’t about him controlling her arousal, it was about her being pleased.
    He moaned and thrashed a little. 
    “Stop fighting it,” she told him.  “Stop thinking about you and start letting go.”  In the States, they’d had a term for people like him.  Control freak.  It was beyond being a type A personality.  It was about making sure things, all things, went according to his plan.
    She wasn’t sure if there was a British equivalent, but her husband ran his law firm along with this household.  He’d dictated their courtship, chosen a wedding date and arranged everything so it ran on his schedule. 
    Letting go was going to be good for him.
    She drew her thighs even closer together.  If such a thing were possible, she fucked his face.  She humped him, and he used his tongue to slide up inside her cunt.  It was possible that she had been this aroused before.  She just didn’t remember her pussy dripping in quite this way.
    “Come,” he said, the word muffled. 
    But it was enough.  His demand, his responsiveness, his hard-on…all combined with the way he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth made her climax with a soft scream.
    She shuddered and bucked.  Her entire body shook.
    Jon slowly decreased the intensity of his sucking, but it took her a full two minutes to come back down from the orgasmic high.
    She concentrated on getting her breathing under control again.  When she finally did, she climbed off his face.
    Still kneeling next to him, she kissed his lips.  She tasted herself on him.  Then she noticed that his face glistened with her body’s juices.  “Nice,” she told him.
    “I pleased you.”
    “Oh, yes,” she said.  Her clit throbbed.  “And you’ll get the chance to do it again.”  She stroked his hair back from his forehead.  He was so important to her, so necessary in her life.  “But we can’t forget about you, can we?”  She looked at his erection.  Still amazingly turned-on.  “You’d like to be satisfied, wouldn’t you? You’d like to come deep inside me.”
    He nodded.
    “Pardon?”
    “Yes,” he said.
    She left the bed, a little unsteady on her heels.  Facing him, she made a show of adjusting her g-string to completely cover her sopping wet crotch.  She adjusted the bra, taking a second or two to tweak her nipples as she re-situated her breasts in the demi cups.  His gaze never left her body.  She felt alive.  Exhilarated.
    Then she crossed the room to the dresser drawer where she’d stashed her new