Sitting back, she surveyed her handiwork. He was glaring at her, but was otherwise mouthwateringly gorgeous sitting there with his muscular arms framing his head and his sculpted chest thrust forward. She noticed that his armpit hair was touched with gold and reached out one finger to caress it. He flinched away from her as if burned.
Oh, he was good. Now he was going to pretend to be her reluctant prisoner. Where did Miss Bright find this guy? He seemed able to adapt to her fantasy no matter what she threw at him. He went from dominant to submissive in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that this wasn't his natural role, but he certainly put on a good show. Looking at him, at all that barely restrained power just seething to be unleashed, she wondered how far she could push him before his natural dominance would surface and demand to take over.
'What's wrong? Don't you like it when I touch you?' She asked, running her hands over his wide chest and down his stomach. His skin was warm and roughened with hair. It felt delightful tickling across her palms and between her fingers.
'No, I don't. At least not when I can't touch you too,' he said through gritted teeth.
'I think you're lying. I think you like it a lot,' she purred, gazing down at his lap where his huge erection tented his jeans. 'Maybe if we made you a little more comfortable, you'd like it even more. What do you think?' She edged back a bit on his lap and began slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
'I think I regret not finishing that spanking when I had the chance,' he gasped as she reached inside his jeans and touched him intimately for the first time.
Pushing his clothing down his hips as far as she could, she revealed his throbbing cock. It was even bigger and harder than it had looked when she'd watched him earlier. Her hand looked positively tiny wrapped around it.
'Oh my,' she said, momentarily awed. Experimentally, she slid her hand up his shaft and back down again, mimicking his actions earlier. His erection seemed to grow even larger and a small pearl of white fluid appeared on the tip. With her thumb, she rubbed that drop into the head of his penis.
His breath hissed between his teeth and he groaned. 'Katie. Please. There's a condom in my pocket.'
'Hmmm? But I want to play with you some more. We don't need the condom quite yet, now do we?' She began alternately squeezing each of her hands up his cock from base to tip, one after another. Fascinated, she watched as more fluid gathered at the tip.
'You're killing me. You know that, right?' He asked huskily.
'Am I? But I thought you liked to play.' She said with mock innocence.
He growled and closed his eyes tightly, as if the sight and sensation of her was too much for him to withstand at the same time.
Suspecting that he was reciting baseball scores in his head, or possibly imagining his grandma naked to keep from losing control, Kayla took mercy on him and removed her hands from his impressive erection. She admired that hard column of flesh for a moment, watching how it stood so proudly, nearly touching his navel with the engorged head. Fishing the condom from his pocket, she ripped open the foil package with her teeth and deftly smoothed it down his shaft.
She was tempted to immediately impale herself on his tempting rod, but instead she slid forward until her chest was flush against his, and his erection was nestled against her stomach and warm pussy. She kissed him then. Just touched her lips to his in a teasing caress, and then moved to the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders and she began rubbing her breasts against the hair on his lower chest.
Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra and threw it on the floor. Finally, she was completely naked before him and it felt wonderful. Her nipples were pale pink and felt heavy and sensitive from abrading them against him. She pinched them to make them contract into tiny buds and almost laughed at his intense expression as he watched her play with her breasts.
Raising up on her knees, she cupped one of them in her hand, and brought it up toward his lips. With the other hand, she grasped his hair and brought his head down toward her chest. 'You've been very patient, so I'm going to let you kiss my breasts now. Would you like that?'
He nodded, and blew warm air against her taut flesh. Opening his mouth, his tongue flicked out and swirled around the crest. Not content to just taste it, he surged forward, and drew the entire tip into his mouth hungrily, feasting on her breast with his lips and tongue. When she didn't draw away, he began sucking rhythmically on her nipple, trying to fit as much of her mound in his mouth as possible.
She palmed her other breast and pulled on the nipple in rhythm with the motion of his mouth. She felt that tugging sensation deep, deep within the core of her body, and a gush of moisture gathered between her thighs, coating his erection where it stood just below the entrance to her body.
Not able to wait a second more, she let go of her breast and his hair and braced herself against his shoulders as she slowly began to sink down on his hard cock. She opened her mouth and sighed as she felt him begin to stretch her tight sheath. He was too big to take all at once so she hovered with just the head breaching her for a moment. And then she rose up on her knees again and allowed him to almost slide out of her. She fucked him like that for several strokes, just allowing an inch or two of his erection to shallowly enter her, and then retreating.
'Please. Katie. I'm begging you. I'm going to lose my everlovin' mind if you don't take all of me. Right now.' He surged his hips upward just as she sunk down on him and it was done. He was finally inside her sweet pussy.
Slowly, she began riding him. Tightening her muscles around him as she slid up and down his shaft in an easy, relaxed rhythm that made sparks ignite behind her eyes and little mewling cries escape her open mouth.
Not content to be just ridden, Nick began flexing his hips at a less leisurely pace, urging her on and making her breasts bounce against his face. Her small gasps turned to cries as she ground herself against the base of his thick erection. Knowing she was too far gone to notice, he took his chance and loosened his wrists from the strip of lace holding him captive. He brought his hands down to her hips where he anchored her against him so he could get the leverage he needed to sink every last inch of his cock into her slick passage.
When he was finally embedded in as far as he could go, he circled his hips and gained another inch. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” He growled against her neck. 'God. I love it. Do you want more?'
She nodded, and wrapped her arms around his neck. 'Yes. Give it to me. Please, Nick.'
Nick grabbed her by the buttocks and slid off the bale of hay and onto his knees on the hay-covered floor. Placing her gently on her back, he wrapped her thighs around his sides and covered her body with his. She crossed her ankles in the small of his back and held on tightly as he began pumping his hips in the driving rhythm they both needed. Their cries echoed off the stable walls and startled the horses as they built quickly towards orgasm.
Kayla climaxed first. She tightened her thighs around him, milking him with her inner muscles as the tremors convulsed through her.
That was all Nick needed. He plowed her like a beast and bellowed out her name as he thrust deeply one last time and was finally still.
It wasn't under hours later that she realized that he hadn't called her Katie when he came. He'd called her Kayla.
Chapter Seven
She woke alone and naked in the hay with just a blanket carefully tucked around her. She should have felt used, empty and a little cheap. But instead she felt liberated. And extremely sated. Her body was still vibrating with pleasure, even an hour after her final intense release. She'd never experienced sex like that before. It had been primal, almost animalistic the way he had just taken her at the end. It gave her gooseflesh just thinking about it. She felt claimed somehow. Like her body would never quite belong entirely to just her ever again.
She knew she was being ridiculous. She was usually a very practical woman. She was just having an emotional reaction to so much excellent sex after an extended dry spell. It was natural to imagine a connection that wasn't really there. Instead of beating herself up for it she was going to enjoy it. She had felt something for a man. Something deep. And for her, this was progress. If she could feel something for him, perhaps there was someone
