A hand stroked over a lobe and her calves quivered in response to his gesture. Unperturbed by her nervous disposition he continued to caress her bottom using both hands.
“I can feel a residual warmth. Quite noticeable.” His observation spoken softly; almost matter-of-factly.
His foot nudged apart her legs, exposing her swollen slit. He traced a ticklish finger down her cleft, over her taut anus, causing her to cry out softly. She couldn’t resist deliberately spreading her legs wider, pushing her bottom higher and arching her back. In the space of one day, she had gone from reticence to unwavering desire to have him buried inside her pussy.
He leant over her back and whispered in her ear. “Ready?”
“Oh, yes!”
The bare tip of his cock slid up her entrance, separating her sex lips and pressed into her slit. He rocked backwards and forwards while muttering inaudible words, but she recognised the tone as blissful lust. Another gentle shove and he delved deeper. She felt the friction of his cock inside her pussy and she gave, letting him occupy her gradually. Her hands travelled about the saddle horse, seeking out the wooden structure and she gripped the edge with her fingers. Firm hands took hold of fleshy hips and her pussy stretched farther, hungrily accepting his erection.
Alice forgot about her inflamed bottom and revelled in the pleasure of having his cock fill her. He hit her belly and slid back out. She su
cked in a lungful of air and as she exhaled, he thrust back with slow, leisurely thrusts, which knocked her onto saddle. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and concentrated on her clitoris. It rubbed deliciously against the side of the saddle in exactly the right spot.
With each pummelling thrust, Edmund uttered a muffled grunt and she delighted in the sounds he made. His rhythmic movements slapped her tender buttock cheeks, but she didn’t care. She met his gyrating hips with her own swinging pelvis. Her pussy clenched as he rocked and thrust. Suddenly, he let go of her waist and eased out of her, and she started out of her indulgent reverie. He returned to caressing her bottom, and she loved the smoothness of his palm as it stroked her tender rump.
She jolted when he smacked a hand lightly on a buttock. It felt like a tap compared to her earlier spanking, but it still served to reheat the fire in her behind. She let out a low whimper, uncertain if she wanted him to stop or continue. Another smack and she tightened her grip on the wooden horse.
Edmund let out a long sigh. She had barely noticed his exerting pants. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, heard him breathing as he buried his nose in her tangled hair, and felt the touch of his lips on her skin. The gentle kiss nipped her soft tissue and she murmured appreciatively. Her clitoris yearned for completion.
“Am I being too rough?” he asked before kissing her again.
Alice wriggled her hips. “Please don’t stop… I need you to keep going,” she stammered.
“Are you sure? It is my pleasure to fuck you so, but if it is too much, you must say.” He removed the hair flopped over her face.
Alice turned her head, so he could see her eyes and flushed cheeks. “I trust you. Please don’t stop.”
With renewed vigour he continued, with thrust upon thrust until he achieved his inevitable climax. She hovered on the brink, desperately close to her own orgasm when his body juddered against her with a groan, she felt him spill out down her inner thighs.
She needed a little help to rise up. He brushed down the creases in her skirts and straightened her bodice. His eyes shone brightly even in the dimly lit room. His strong frame enveloped her into an embrace and she happily burrowed her head into his chest, listening to his still racing heartbeat. For a while, they stood in the tack room. She felt quite secure and didn’t mind his hand gently tapping her back.
He slipped his finger under her chin and lifted her face up. She gave him a fleeting smile. Her varying emotions remained mixed up and no one thought took precedence. However, he looked content and he was right in his earlier declaration: seeing him happy made her glow inside.
“Let’s go to dinner. I’m starving,” he announced and with a flourish of his hand, spun her around, out of his arms. Taking a tight grip of her hand, as if to ensure she didn’t run off again, he led her to the door.
* * *
The evening light diminished slowly. Alice and her husband dined on pheasant followed by cherry pie, the cherries from the estate’s own orchard.
Edmund hadn’t worn his uniform that day and it had been disconcerting to see him without it. Instead, he had chosen the fashionable ankle length trouser and double-breasted coat. She admitted, to herself, she quite liked his gentleman’s attire, it certainly hadn’t impeded his earlier coupling over the saddle horse.
“Alice, it is time for you to retire,” said Edmund, pouring a glass of port.
“Yes, of course, Edmund,” she said as the footman moved her chair back.
He spent merely twenty minutes with his glass of port before seeking her out. It gave her time to prepare and attempt to calm her nerves. Would he ravish her again? How many times would he seek her out in one day to satisfy his manly desires? She ventured plenty and noted how the idea excited her sex.
Perched on the edge of the bed, Alice had the wherewithal to strip off her clothes, but she had stopped short at her chemise again, her discomfort in nudity yet to be fully overcome.
Upon entering the room, Edmund raised an eyebrow. “The chemise, dearest. You know I asked,” he reminded her gently.
Her fingers trembled as she lifted the white fabric over her head and lay it to one side. She pressed her knees together and her hands wedged between her thighs.
“Lie on the bed, on your back.” He stood by the bed and started to remove his clothing, just as he had done the previous night, item by item, tormenting her as he slowly uncovered his trim form inch by inch.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, lying down in the middle of the bed.