She did as he asked, watching him with bated breath as he grasped her hips in his palms, his gaze still fixed on her pussy. He placed one hand on her lower belly just above her mons. She whimpered when he trailed his fingers lightly through her pubic hair. Then he was separating her labia, parting her for his gaze, exposing all her secrets. She stared in rising awe at his face as he gazed at her.
It was
the most intimate experience she’d ever had in her life, so intimate, in fact, that she wasn’t at all sure she’d ever previously known the meaning of the word.
After a pregnant moment, Rill blinked, as though he were coming back to himself.
“Sit up, Katie,” he said in a hoarse voice as he reached in his back pocket. She leaned forward and watched in rising excitement as Rill unbuttoned his jeans. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it into the yard. He was still wearing boots, however, and he didn’t appear to be in a mood to take the time to unlace them and get them off his feet. Instead, he pushed his jeans and underwear down around his muscular thighs. The sound of the paper tearing on the condom package sounded unusually loud in the still yard.
Once he’d rolled the condom on, he moved hastily. He held her breasts in his hands and used his fingers to push the nipples into further pronouncement.
“Like sex candy, I swear,” he muttered before he lowered his head and sucked on a nipple through the sheer fabric. Katie cried out at the jolt of pleasure that stabbed through her. His mouth on her nipple felt so good she leaned forward slightly and ground her pelvis down onto the hard swing, stimulating her pussy. Her ass tingled with excitement as well. Then Rill’s mouth was moving, and he was kissing her ribs and opening his mouth against the sensitive skin at the sides of her body, testing her with his tongue. Thrills of excitement coursed through her. He went to his knees. Katie held on to the ropes and gazed up blindly at the sun-drenched blue sky and moaned as he examined her skin with his lips and tongue and teeth.
It felt sublime. She’d waited for him for so long . . . and who knew how long these precious days would last?
Her hand dropped to her lap when Rill stood. Katie realized only then that she’d lowered it to tangle her fingers through his hair as he’d moved his mouth over her belly and hips. The side of her waist throbbed pleasantly where his teeth had gently abraded her flesh. He took the hand in her lap and placed it on the rope of the swing.
“Don’t remove your hands from the ropes unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”
Katie nodded dazedly.
A small smile flickered across his lips. “Good. Scoot forward in the swing. Put your pussy right at the edge of it.”
She eagerly did what he asked. His cock looked ready and enormous with need. She longed to feel it inside her, rubbing and firing deep, secret flesh. He surprised her by going to his knees again.
“Legs wide,” he ordered.
She parted her thighs as wide as they would go. He pushed the swing toward his face and, without any preamble, slid his tongue against her clit.
Katie cried out as pleasure shot through her flesh. He placed his hands on her hips, controlling her movement with the swing. As he stimulated her clit, he subtly pressed her against his tongue. The swing made the whole process breathtakingly efficient. He manipulated her with hands and mouth until Katie became desperate. He pushed her forward against his stiffened tongue, then let her sway back ever so slightly, easing the delicious pressure while his tongue played in the folds of her sex. It was like she’d been placed on some kind of roller track that he used to torment her. Instead of his mouth and tongue altering pressures, he controlled her pleasure with the swing, pressing her tight against his stabbing tongue, moving her back until it became a teasing flicker against her hungry clit, then back close while he applied an eye-crossing suction.
She began to beg in a breathless chant. Nothing existed but the white-hot, burning need at her core and Rill’s ruthless tongue. She barely noticed when he moved his hand, her pleasure was so acute. He continued to tongue her clit as his finger found her slit. Katie jerked in the swing when he penetrated her pussy. She was so close to the edge, she shook. His probing finger was giving her just the extra jolt she needed to explode, so she keened in protest when he withdrew.
He lifted his head from her lap and looked at her face. “Lean back in the swing. Farther. Give me your ass.”
Katie followed his terse instructions without thought, rolling back onto her lower spine while she held on tight to the ropes of the swing. He continued to watch her as he pushed his lubricated finger against her rectum. A cry leaked past her lips as he slid into her to the knuckle. Her clit twanged in painful arousal when he began to move his finger in and out of her ass while he studied her reaction.
“You’re so hot. So tight,” he said in a gravelly voice. She bit her lip hard to stop from moaning. A tear leaked out of her eye and skittered down her cheek.
“Don’t cry,” he said softly. “I can’t stop, Katie.”
“No,” she agreed through choppy breaths. She was too close to rapture to explain that she hadn’t been crying because she didn’t like what he was doing to her. Once again, the intense intimacy of the moment had nearly overwhelmed her.
He embraced her with one arm around her hips and pushed her toward his lowered head. Katie sighed when he buried his face in her lap, his tongue finding her clit unerringly. He shifted her slightly in the swing, increasing the pressure of his burrowing tongue and the finger thrusting into her ass.
She hung on to the ropes of the swing for dear life as she came. He continued to stimulate her as she climaxed, so that she existed in a sunshine- and pleasure-infused world for an untold period of time. Then she felt the swing lurch as he stood and his voice was near her ear.
“You have had your pleasure, beautiful. Now I’ll take mine.”
Katie blinked open her eyes dazedly. Rill stood in front of her, one hand at the back of the swing, the other fisting his cock, his eyes trained on her spread pussy. He stepped back and watched himself push the flaring tip of his cock into her slit. She moaned, feeling him stretch her tissues. He felt hard and unrelenting against her sated, sensitive flesh. He flexed his hips, gentle but firm.
“Take me, Katie,” he whispered.
He lips fell open and she gasped as the shaft of his cock slid into her. His hands transferred to the sides of the seat of the swing. He began to rock her back and forth an inch in either direction on the swing, working his cock into her pussy. She moaned. His nostrils flared as he watched her face.
“I like having you at my mercy,” he said.
She whimpered as he slid another inch deeper and her pussy clamped around the steely pillar of warm flesh. She was at his mercy, all right, with her thighs spread wide and Rill in complete control of her movements as she perched on the swing. She craved full possession, but she was unable to push her hips without risking falling off the seat. She had no choice but to be patient and accept Rill’s pace.