Being in bed with Marlon was like breathing fire, every inch she touched just feed her aggressive temperament. As she continued her tour down his body it was hard not to admire the beauty. It was as if she couldn’t taste enough, couldn’t kiss enough or touch him enough. She paused to catch her breath as she ran the tips of her fingers over and across each well defined ab. “I have been told I can be very convincing when I put my mind to it.” Rachel didn’t even look up at him when she spoke too busy memorizing every inch of his torso “Of course a man like you all strong and virial couldn’t possibly bend to anyone like me.”Rachel’s hand slid further and further down his body
Her hand slid lower and lower across his lower stomach and wrapped around his cock. Rachel smile up at Marlon when her hand, finally was touching what she had been craving to touch. Her eyes looked down to admire the view of her hand wrapped around him. “Well, isn’t that just a lovely sight.” Then with little shame and considerable grace she side down his body. The feel of him hard and warm in her hand was so satisfying. Then with a long swipe of her tongue she started to see if she could start to drive him as close to a frenzy that would match her own.
“I’ve not bent to any woman before, why should you be the first, mm?” Marlon asked with a casual cant of his head to the left as he watched her beneath him. When she went to slither a hand down the toned, taut, tanned flesh of his strong frame, he made no move to correct or discourage her—only let her reach her goal and smirked like a pleased cat when finally her slender fingers curled around him. Like the rest of him, his cock was substantial but proportionate and he felt no real pride in it but he certainly felt no shame or embarrassment over it. It was one of those things he’d had no say nor could he change about his person so he felt no real one way or another about it.
Except, of course, when someone was handling it as intently as Rachel and with such obvious and express permission which she did, in fact, have. When her tongue swept over the tip, his eyes narrowed the slightest bit more in a deepening of his smirk and he exhaled slowly through his nose but beyond that, he held strong and composed. After all, he’d been far harder up and more teased before and knew how to cope. She would simply have to work much harder and get more creative to get a literal and metaphorical rise out of him.
-laughs and slips back into bed- I think I could do that and for A Fistful of Dollars More I’ll even Paint Your Wagon.
Enticed, Marlon tugged Anson the rest of the way down into the best and smirked, brows taking on that mischievous quirk as he let his fingers curl into that silver-streaked dark hair. He liked when Anson would play along with his silly games, liked the reminder that not only was his husband easy on the eyes, strong, and interesting, he was also rather clever despite being a bit behind the times with regards to technology. People would often say that brains were a turn-on but Marlon generally regarded that as bullshit. But in Anson’s case, it was true. That he was a bit of a fox didn’t hurt either, however.
“You’re going to make me pay for that, Annie~? I’m shocked.” He tutted, fingers kneading the strong tendons of his neck slowly, eyes dark with lust and mirth. Leaning up to nibble at the cowboy’s stubbled jaw, he chuckled almost soundlessly. “You have me on Heartbreak Ridge, Annie, honestly. Just give me a chance to show you my City Heat, mm? My Magnum Force. I assure you. And if you don’t, I’ll keep up with this and you’ll waste a perfectly good offer for a blowjob and I know you hate being wasteful.”
No but liking things because they are easy and you can win. That seems a bit passive. You seem more of a dominant man, I just expected you to be drawn to more of a challenge. No judgement just making an observation.
There’s compensation and there’s confidence. And easy win is just gravy but if I couldn’t win this vanity contest? I wouldn’t feel the need to prove myself. I take an easy win because it’s that: easy. Because I feel no need to exert myself to prove a point because the opinions of others, in general, mean very little to me. Certainly, I’m a dominant sort, but I don’t need to validate myself to others to remain as such. Just my slant on things.
That seems surprisingly passive for a man such as yourself.
Wanting to win is passive? And what exactly do you mean by “man such as yourself”?