in the pine needles and wrapped it snugly above her left knee. He did the same on the right. When he finished, her legs were still straight, only slightly bent, and she looked at him in puzzlement as if to say,
He started to adjust the ropes.
He watched her body tense as the shortened rope pulled her left leg upward and outward. When he started on her other leg, her thigh muscles flexed, subconsciously resisting as she registered how exposed a position he intended.
He finished, and she lay open to him with the moonlight shining straight down on her glistening pussy.
“Now that’s pretty,” he murmured, smiling at the excited, vulnerable look in her eyes. Sex in the lodge, with the music and noise and people, tended to be intense and fast, whereas out in the forest, surrounded by trees growing at their own pace, the soft sounds of the pines sloughing in the breeze, distant coyotes barking along a moonlit trail, a groan from the others by the dying fire… Out here a man was encouraged to take his time. To sample and savor and learn everything about the sweet little sub in front of him.
His finger along the delicate crease between her thigh and pussy made her tremble. He ruffled the soft curls on her mound-maybe he’d shave them off next time-and slid his finger along her folds, spreading them open. Her eyes shut, and her face darkened with a flush. Embarrassed. Adorable.
Not that her modesty would stop him. On the contrary.
Moonlight showed that her clit was slightly swollen but still tucked inside its hood. He smiled and touched a finger to the soft, soft tissue. She moaned, and her hips wiggled.
“Yes, you’re definitely a girl.” How long would it take before her little nub engorged and pushed out of its cover? It reminded him of trying to tame a feral dog. It took patience. Several approaches might be needed. Push too forcefully and it would retreat back into hiding. Coax gently, reward often, keep the touch light.
Occasionally back off entirely.
He’d stopped. What was he doing? Kallie opened her eyes. He lay down between her legs, resting his weight on his forearms. His head was over… Oh God. The touch of his tongue right on her clit sent a jolt of pure electricity sizzling down her nerves, the sensation too, too much after all the waiting. Her cry broke through the clear air, and humiliated, she tried to muffle the next one.
He chuckled. “I enjoy hearing you, sugar. Please continue.” He closed his mouth around her clit and sucked…once, twice…and she moaned as everything inside her clamped down. He drove her straight up toward an orgasm-and stopped.
“You taste like honey,” he murmured. “Vanilla-scented honey.”
“Please,” she whispered, the ache overwhelming her tongue.
“‘Please.’ Please I want something inside me, please?” he questioned.
Oh, yes. She really did. “Um-hmm. Yes, Sir.” She wiggled-tried to wiggle. Difficult when her legs were lashed open.
“All right.” He bunched the blanket under her hips, raising her bottom slightly, and ran his hands over the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her breathing increased as she thought of his cock pushing into her.
Only he pulled his bag over instead. Oh,
Cold liquid drizzled down between her buttocks. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“You requested something inside, remember?” His deep voice held a note of amusement. That
“No!”
“You weren’t sure about anal, so I’ll let you try this little plug, and you can tell me if you like it.”
“I don’t like it.”
He snorted. “Afterward, sugar. You tell me afterward.” The first smooth part pressed her open. But it got bigger, burning as it stretched her opening, and then, thank God, smaller again. His fingers nudged between her cheeks as he moved it around. “All in, sprite.”
God, what a feeling. Fullness and a quiet stinging and strange sensations, as if new nerves had been created. Her excitement had cooled with the surprise, but now as he knelt between her legs and watched her reaction, it shimmered through her like a heat wave.
“You are so very beautiful, Kallie.” He ran his hands, so hard and confident, up and down her body. “I’m going to have fun playing with you tonight.”
More? Weren’t they getting close to being done?
He took something else from the bag and held it up. Long and slim with an almost flattened end. He took another kiss and then firmly pressed her labia apart. The thing slid up inside her pussy, which seemed overly occupied considering the toy was so slim…only she had something in her butt, didn’t she?
The full feeling was wonderful-and a little disturbing. Two things in her. She couldn’t move…couldn’t remove them or do…anything. Her breathing increased, and the corners of Jake’s eyes crinkled. But he asked, almost politely, “Doing okay, sprite?”
He knew the answer; she could tell from the crease in his cheek and the laughter in his eyes. She wanted to wiggle, to be touched, to moan-not to have a fucking conversation. “You know the damned answer,” she forced out, sounding as if she’d just hiked up Half Dome.
He pinched her nipple in reprimand, and her pussy clenched and made the stuffed feeling more…more.
The moan escaped.
“When I ask a question, I require an answer,” he said patiently, the steel edge of command only half-hidden. “Yes, I might know already. The point is, you need to be able to tell me.” He tilted his head, waiting for his answer.
“I’m fine. Great. Wonderful.” She bit her lip, tried to wiggle, and things moved inside her. “Do something, da-” She bit back the curse. “Please, Sir.”
“Something like this?” His gaze stayed on her face, studying her as he touched her, as his fingers circled her breasts, then her nipples. The sensations blazed through her like lightning strikes in dry grass.
Answer him. “More? Please. Sir.”
He snorted a laugh. Then he slid down until his shoulders rubbed the insides of her thighs. His breath wafted over her mound, and she tensed. He stroked up her thighs too, too slowly, and finally reached the apex of her legs. When he traced his clever fingers over her labia, she inhaled sharply. He chuckled. “You’re swollen and peeking out. Ready to play.” A fingertip brushed her clit, just enough to make her gasp again.
He bent his head and licked over her, and oh, God, her whole body jumped at the feeling. His tongue was warm and soft as it circled her clit. He didn’t stop, kept going around and around, never close enough for her to come, and the coiling pressure inside her grew as if her insides were being squeezed. Each repetition increased her sensitivity until the whole area felt swollen and tight.
“You know,” he murmured, stopping for a second. She whimpered. How could he want to talk now?
“You might have wondered why I put something so thin into your pussy. Although I’m sure you enjoy having it in there, it’s actually designed to vibrate. But only on one small place-right on the G- spot.” She felt him move the vibrator inside her and turn it on. It didn’t feel all that special, nothing compared to his mouth on her. He moved it again.
She tried to lift her hips, to suggest he go back to-
He moved it again. And her breath caught, stalled dead, as the vibrator hit something inside her. Hit and sent waves rippling outward, forcing her toward a climax as if someone were rubbing her clit from the inside. “Oh, oh, oh.”
