him.
As always when he touched her, her body was quickly ready. Her hand moved to the back of his head and her fingers ran through his hair as he slid inside her. "Ohh," she moaned as he filled her so completely. His hips rocked gently as he slowly made love to her, his mouth moving from breast to breast to lick, suckle and nip at her sensitive nipples. Every thrust had her bottom rasping against the sheets, the friction reigniting the wheals across her rear.
"Sore?" he asked, lifting his head again.
"Yes, sir, a little," she admitted, her teeth finding her bottom lip as a hard thrust pinned her beneath his heavy weight.
She squealed, her hands scrabbling to grab his shoulders as he rolled to his back, his cock buried deep even as he adjusted her to sit on his lap. The relief to her bottom was instant and though she appreciated his concern, a secret part of her actually missed the additional sensation making love on a recently punished arse provided.
"Ride me," he instructed, his fingers taking the place of his lips as they found her nipples. As he began to roll and pluck them, she moaned, moved her knees wider to straddle his hips and lifted her body. Memories of the first time she'd been in this position, the feelings of insecurity in not knowing what was expected that morning on the train, had her smiling.
"You've come a long way," he said softly as he demonstrated yet again how connected they both were, obviously sharing the same memory. "You are so incredibly beautiful when you ride, Lucy."
She felt her face suffuse with her pleasure at his words and arched her back, her long hair sweeping against his thighs as she pleasured him. She moved up and down his shaft in long slow movements, the contrast of being filled and then empty increasing her arousal. Rocking forwards and back, undulating her hips in a rolling movement, she heard his breath catch and smiled yet again. He continued to tweak her turgid buds and as she felt her culmination building, she began to move faster.
"You are quite the erotic equestrian, kitten," Lucas said, thrusting up into her. "Whether it be Diabla you ride while offering your arse for my cane, or posting on my cock, I will never tire of watching you."
"Please," she said, her body thrumming with all the sensations his actions and his words were causing. "I-I… may I take my pleasure?"
Lucas's head moved from side to side and the grin he gave her had her sex clenching around his shaft. "Not yet. This time I want you to come with me."
She moaned and bit her bottom lip as she attempted to stall her explosion. Denial was a lesson he was teaching her and though she found it so very difficult to obey, she had to admit that having to withhold her own pleasure for however long her husband decreed made her release just that much sweeter when she was at last allowed to fall over the brink.
Pulling away a bit to keep her clitty from full contact, she moaned as the adjustment caused her breasts to feel more of a pull because his fingers had yet to release her nipples. Moving a bit slower, she heard him chuckle.
"Naughty. I don't wish for you to slow, little one. Ride me properly." Lucas gave each of her nipples a final nip and then slid his hands to cup the globes of her bottom. His blunt nails raked across the wheals, causing her to gasp and more of her cream to seep from her body.
"Oh… oh, I-I don't think I can…"
"You can," he assured her, assisting her by cupping her buttocks again and lifting her higher before pulling her down until his length was completely buried within her quim. While she was just beginning to learn self-control, he was a master. Lifting her again, he held her high until his cockhead was just barely inside and when she moaned, he lowered her only an inch before lifting her again.
"Please, I need you deep," Lucy begged, attempting to lower herself, seeking to draw more of his shaft into her body.
"Don't spend," he ordered, thrusting deep and causing her to gasp in
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