Taking The Reins
(Inspired by 'Pony' - Ginuwine)

He sits quietly beside me,
Watching a tennis game.
Lounging on the sofa,
Feet up on the coffee table,
One arm wrapped around me,
The other holding the remote,
Jeans wrapped perfectly around his lower half,
And nothing else.
From my view,
Head on his shoulder,
One arm on his waist,
I see the front clearly.
I could see the dust on his coffee table,
The bread crumbs next to the TV,
The subtle finger marks on the cabinet,
A small fly on the wall above it,
And his hard-on.
A bump in his jeans.

I sit beside him,
Ready, willing.
Three months,
Waiting for him to initiate his move,
Take his moves to the next level.
Three months is a decade.
I waited for his kisses to go even deeper,
And his lips to gravitate lower,
And lower.
The subtle grabs on his boxers and pants,
Should've been hints.
Even the bites on his ear as he cooked in the kitchen,
The delicate strokes of my fingers on his back,
Walking around the kitchen in nothing but his Vikings singlets,
Smelling his neck as he cuddled up to me in bed,
Dominating his mouth when our tongues battled,
Waking him up, licking his lips,
Grinding on his hips,
Unbuttoning those blasted buttons.
But alas,
"Baby, stop tempting me. I'm trying to be a gentleman".
Is usually the reply I get.
Snooze.

If not for the groans and moans I hear,
When I purposely wear no bra or underwear to sleep every night,
The feel of his raging hard-on pressing against my body every morning,
The intimate stares I feel when walking around his apartment in small dresses,
Or when modelling a new bra in front of his mirror,
I would've thought he batted for the other team.
I see the lick of his lips as he watches me,
Especially when he thinks I'm sleeping.
Going out of my business to make him see,
To get him to feel,
How much I need him,
To put that firefighter outfit on,
And extinguish the fire between my legs.

He sits there,
Paying half-attention the commercial on car tires.
Fidgeting,
Trying to hide his erection,
The red on both his cheeks and his neck,
 Tells me all I need to know.
It's time to strike.

I unwrap my arm from around him,
Kissing his cheek softly,
Before heading towards his bedroom,
Closing the door halfway.
Taking off the sweats and the singlet,
But leaving on the socks.
He told me he liked the thought of them in bed,
Kinky.
Walked to the stereo,
After grabbing my weapon,
The one that was going to get me what I've been wanting to get,
Him.
The music starts playing,
And I make sure to leave it on a suitable volume,
Quiet enough not to disturb his tennis game,
But loud enough for him to come investigate.
I get comfortable.
The purple thong comes off.
No bra, just socks.
Spread out,
Back on the bed,
One arm holding onto his bed-sheets underneath,
The other holding onto my vibrator.
And alas,
The game has begun.

I'm just a bachelor, I'm looking for a partner.
Somebody who knows how to ride, without even falling off.
It enters.
Slowly, gently.
The feeling of something foreign inside me,
Quickly ignites a small moan,
Forcing a tighter grab of the sheets,
As the vibrator slowly starts to disappear.
It doesn't even need to be on,
For my moaning to start.
Imagining his big erection in me,
Stretching the walls,
Opening all doors,
Is enough to lubricate the vibrator.
I close my eyes,
And let my body take over,
Following the lyrics,
Letting it take control.

In...
Out...
In...
Out...

The tip of the vibrator disappears,
Before appearing once more.
I moan louder than the music,
Using my other hand to massage the g-spot,
He'll be hitting soon enough,
Hopefully if the plan works,
In a few minutes.
Massage, in, out.
Massage, in, out.
The pattern is set.
The urge to call his name out loud,
And force him to watch me pleasure myself is getting desperate,
So a pillow corner is put into my mouth,
To cover the excessive groans,
As the vibrator starts up.

Buzz.
 Muffled swear words and extended Ginuwine is all that is heard,
For the next four minutes.

If you're horny, let's do it,
Ride it, my pony,
My saddle's waiting,
Come and jump on it.
  I'm about to enter serious territory,
Cloud nine.
The speed is fast enough for me,
Knuckles are wet,
Thighs are sweaty,
Pussy juice flowing.
Arching my back,
I start to pant hard.
I'm about to jump off the edge,
Getting ready to leave wet spots on his bed,
When suddenly,
The vibrator is yanked out.

He stands at the foot of the bed,
Between my legs,
Furious.
And naked.
Jeans off, raging hard-on.
Seven inches of it's glory,
Standing to attention.
Vibrator in his right hand,
Gleaming.
His stare is plainly focused between my thighs,
Intimate, heated,
Wanting.
We say nothing to each other for a minute,
And hallelujah,
The game has become interesting,
For he slowly crawls onto the bed,
His heated stare straying nowhere,
Closer and closer it goes until it is right there,
Where his gaze was stuck.

"You little minx", he says slowly,
And then everything goes into slow motion.
I moan as I see his head start to lower between my legs,
And hold his stare as he starts to touch base.
Closing my eyes,
I let out a big groan,
For his tongue is immediately brought out.
He licks clits like a child licks ice-blocks.

Lick.
 Pushing his tongue in,
Lapping up the juice that already flowed,
For a good few minutes,
Then sucking on my sensitive clit,
Pulling it, nibbling.
Almost chewing.
I cum plenty of times.
And he slurps it all up like a slurpee.
"You win", he whispers against my pussy lips,
Before he kisses them,
And starts leaving lovebites all over my thighs.
He mutters the lyrics in the background,
While his lips etch marks into my skin,
Marking his territory,
Claiming me as his.
I'm too deep in bliss to realize,
The vibrator has been replaced.
Seven inches feels like eleven.
"Don't ever use the vibrator again", he groans,
Pushing the remainder of his cock inside.
I whimper in reply.
And then moan for him to start going faster.
He rides on me,
Literally.
His hip thrusts makes Ginuwine's look G rated.
He thrusts his cock deep into me,
And then pulls out quickly,
And then repeats,
Sometimes using his fingers,
To rub my clit as he rides against me.
I don't know where I am.
And I don't even give a damn.

Just once if I have the chance, the things I would do to you,
You and your body, every single portion,
Send chills up and down your spine,
Juices flowing down your thighs.
He doesn't get it though.
I'm always in control.
He is too busy pulling in and out,
Too far gone into his lust,
To realize I'm about to flip us over.
Legs straight up in the air,
Hands held hostage by his,
Against my pillow,
It's almost impossible.
But, alas,
Riding requires saddling,
Pulling the reins,
Being on top,
Being in control.
So with alot of strength,
And a "It's my time",
I find myself on top,
And he is still in me,
Hard, waiting to be released.
It's time to ride.

Grinding on his cock,
Riding on his pony,
Hip thrust here,
Slow body roll there.
Bounce up and down,
Three times,
And then back to a grind.
Ride him like a horse rider.
Put every inch of him in.
Put it in yourself,
Then watch him,
As you start to move.
Make sure you look into his eyes,
Lick your lips,
Then grind.
Bounce always,
Make his cock twitch,
Ride him like you're on the jockey team.


If you're horny, let's do it,

Let's ride it, my pony,

My saddle's waiting,

Come and jump on it.