He handed her the reins and swung up easily on the much larger horse, saluted the groom and led the way to the secluded trail. The motion of the horse, rocking her back and forth, stimulated her more. It felt as if a thousand fingers pushed through the lace to continually caress and stroke her. She was too stimulated to be scared of her horse anymore. She couldn’t think about anything but the beauty of their surroundings and the fire building and building between her legs.
They’d ridden for about forty-five minutes, neither speaking because… well… she couldn’t speak. She could only breathe away the hunger that had become so ravenous she thought she would have to beg him to stop and give her some release. She breathed a sigh of relief when Casimir stopped abruptly and dismounted.
Lissa looked around her. They were in a grove of trees. The sound of water trickled somewhere nearby. It was very secluded and she sent up a little prayer of thanks. When he lifted his arms to her, she went into them immediately. He held her close while she got her legs back under her.
“Take off your blouse, golubushka,” he said softly. “But leave your bra on.”
She didn’t hesitate. She was so ready. She unbuttoned her blouse. He took it from her, folded it carefully and put it in the bag attached to his saddle.
“I noticed you like me to play with your breasts. That really turns you on. And you especially like me to be a little rough with your nipples.” He drew the chain out of his pocket. “These will feel like fingers applying pressure, keeping your breasts stimulated. But, malyshka, if it doesn’t feel good, we won’t do it.”
She wanted the chain. It was beautiful, and she could see in his eyes that the very idea brought him pleasure. She nodded, her breath caught in her lungs.
He drew her toward him, hooking her around the waist. “You’ll like this, Giacinta. This is fun for both of us, preparing you for your clamps.”
That brought another spasm deep in her sex. If he didn’t get on with it, she wasn’t going to need his cock inside her, she’d be having a wild orgasm all by herself.
He bent his head to her breasts. He had a talented mouth and he used it. Licking. Sucking. Biting. His hands kneaded the soft mounds while his mouth and tongue worked her nipples. She found herself nearly sobbing, cradling his head to her, pressing on him, wanting more. Needing more. Her nipples were so hard, standing straight up, and she could barely speak.
“Honey, I can’t stand it. I need more. Let me have your…” She reached down for the front of his jeans.
He stepped back and held up the chain. “I think you’re ready now. I’ll be gentle.” He opened the clamp to the fullest and, watching her face carefully, began to screw it on.
Her breath left her lungs in a long rush at the pressure. Fire raced from her nipple straight to her clit. He stopped just before it went from pleasure/pain to sheer pain. He bent and brushed a kiss over her nipple and turned his attention to the other breast. When she was fully clamped and the chain was suspended between her breasts, he stepped back, his hand skimming down her bare midriff before he just stood there studying her.
“You look so beautiful. I knew that black skirt and bra would look so fucking hot with that gold chain. Come on, malyshka.” He beckoned to her.
She walked toward him. Slow. Each step deliberate. Watching his face, loving the look. When she reached him, her spanned her waist with his hands.
“Pick up your skirt like you did before,” he whispered, his hands stroking over her body. Touching her. He tipped her face back with fingers under her chin and took her mouth. There was possession in his kiss. Command. He took complete control. “Do it,” he murmured against her mouth. “Lift your skirt like I showed you.” He kissed her again. And again. Over and over.
Lissa could barely think with wanting him. Her blood roared in her ears, rushed through her veins like a fireball, settling low until the pressure and the burn were so strong she tried moving into him to wrap one leg around him.
“Your skirt.” There was iron in his voice.
She obeyed without thinking. Instantly he lifted her and set her on the back of the horse. She clutched the animal with her thighs automatically, squeezing hard. The fibers in the thin pad he’d strapped over the saddle seat rubbed into her sex. Her horse side-stepped, sending her breasts and the chain swaying, adding tension and pressure to her nipples. She gasped at the dual sensations.
“Honey,” she breathed. She looked down at his upturned face. He stared at her with a look she’d never seen before, one that made her slick with desire. Her channel spasmed. She wanted to see that look a million more times. Sitting in the saddle, dripping with need, lust rising, desire so intense she barely knew her own name, was worth it just for that look.