She hoped he wouldn't play with her this time as he had before.
He parted his lips and closed them around her nipple. She gasped, steadying herself as not to fall from the horse. Never before had she thought that such a gesture could bring her so much pleasure.
It was incredible, overwhelming, and perfect.
She became instantly wet that not even her panties were of any use anymore.
"Bring your hand down," he ordered as he pulled back from her chest leaving her undone again.
Savannah followed his instructions. He glanced at her wrists. They were now a little red from the fabric that kept them together.
"I want more," he said.
She regarded him and her gaze darted down to the hard outline of him beneath his shorts. Without giving herself room to question her actions, she reached for him and cupped him through the material. He let out a sharp exhale and twitched against her palm.
Elio hadn’t expected her to make a move.
It only showed that she was done denying herself the pleasure and experience that she surely wanted to have. And he was the very last person who would put an end to this new-found courage.
Fingers shaking, she hooked them under Elio’s waistband and pulled his shorts down. His stomach rippled with tension, but he made no sound. Seeing as she was struggling to do it with her hands tied, he untied the dress and took her down, changing places. Now he was standing pressed against the vaulting horse, completely naked.
If Savannah thought seeing him without a t-shirt on was a wonderful sight, him being in front of her with nothing at all was even better. She had nothing to compare it to, however, Elio was big without a doubt. Especially now when he was hard.
She took a deep breath. She had no idea what to do. Sometimes she managed to forget how little she knew, but then things like this happened and it all came back.
She looked at Elio. He was a dominant one and she hoped that he could take that slight hint and direct her moves the way he wanted to.
He hooked his palm under her chin, flicking it up. The panic creeped on her and she was doing everything she could to silence it. Nothing bad was happening.
"Breathe," Elio whispered, kissing her lips softly.
If someone had told him before that he was capable of being gentle, he would have laughed at them. Maybe because he had never been with a virgin before, however, he also wasn't good enough to ask them. Some might actually have managed to hide it for all he knew. It wasn’t like he gave two shits as long as they wanted it.
But everything inside of him screamed to slow down and let Savannah come to terms with what they were doing. Her body was pushing her towards those actions. The problem was that the thoughts had to catch up to it. She was only half-way certain of what she really wanted. And pushing her wasn't his intention.
He drew a strand of her hair back.
She licked her lips and sank down to her knees in front of him. She curled her fingers around the base, and Elio released a low breath, but kept very still, giving her time. He would gladly tell her what to do, but waited for the moment she would actually need help.
It usually came naturally. Girls simply chose to freak out even though they had some sense of how everything worked in the first place. The execution might be lousy but rarely any man bothered to overthink it. Bringing them to their orgasms wasn't difficult.
She began moving her hand slowly, up and down. She felt his silkiness in her palm. Elio was enjoying her touch judging by the eagerness in his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to take control. Fist her hair and shove her face closer to his dick, making her suck it. And she wasn't fooling herself that he hadn't done just that with others. But she also didn't care.
She tightened her grip and sped up. Somehow it became easier then to hold his gaze even though it was still intimidating. He never darted his eyes from her, wanting to see every move she made to bring him to this state.
"You're doing good, baby girl," he grunted.
With this admission, something switched in Savannah adding grit to her actions. She let go when he was close. She licked her fingers which had a little pre-cum coating them but didn't try to continue.
Elio chuckled, amused; his tone low. "So you’re going to play dirty?" he asked. "Perfect. Let’s play then."
He grabbed his cock with one hand, the other threaded through her hair.
"Open your mouth."
She regarded him, knowing that she’d pushed him. And it made her even wetter.
"I am going to hell for that," she whispered.
"Then I'll see you there."
And just like she read his desires earlier she pushed all the way back. Gag reflex almost escaping her as she lost the chance to breathe for a few seconds. She knew what to expect but it still caught her aback. If he hadn’t been holding her head, she would’ve landed on the floor from the pressure.
She reached to his abdomen just as he restrained her hand, roughly shoving it back down. "You wanted to play. Square it away, baby girl."
He pushed deeper before drawing back, giving her the opportunity to catch her breath. The panic had completely disappeared and pure lust had creeped in. He was staring at her, smirking. However, there was something more that kept her attached. It didn't feel like it was nothing for him. Elio seemed almost at ease that it was happening.
"I knew you'd like it. Innocence doesn't reflect
