Holding his cock at the base, she took more and more of him on each pass and delighted in his moans of pleasure. Lydia hollowed her cheeks, tightening her lips until he groaned deeply, and slowly stroked him, humming happily when he got even harder and thicker.
“Damn, woman. You do that so good!” The sheen of sweat increased on his abdomen, and he growled and finally stopped her as his balls drew up in her hand.
“Stop, baby. I need your pussy.” Helping her rise to a standing position, Chance said, “Kneel on the bed, baby.” After removing his blue jeans, he retrieved the small gel vibrator from her bedside table drawer. She wiggled with anticipation as he stood behind her, his legs outside of hers which were drawn together. He thrust his long, hard cock into her slippery pussy without preamble. She cried out in surprise as her walls rippled all around his shaft.
Knowing how much he appreciated the view, she arched her back so he could watch as his cock slid into her pussy over and over again. He pumped into her that way, slowly stroking all the right spots, until she felt her seeping juices running down her thighs and her legs trembled with pleasure. Her body tightened, and she whispered, “Chance, it’s so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.”
She whimpered when she heard him switch the vibrator on. He lifted her torso so that her back was against his front, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts as he reached forward and stroked the soft, gel-like body of the vibrator through her drenched pussy lips. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vise, and each swirling stroke of the vibrator around her clit sent her spiraling higher and higher.
Lydia arched and undulated against him, their bodies slapping together with every stroke until she froze on a downward stroke and her orgasm hit her full force. Sparks lit up her nerve endings, and she rode him hard. He didn’t disappoint as he returned each stroke with fervor until his grasp on her hips tightened and he slammed home with one last stroke. His cock pulsed inside her as he groaned deeply in pleasure. His sound of fulfillment echoed in her heart as she placed her hands over his and stayed perfectly still until they’d both caught their breath. She tilted her head back for a kiss as he slid his arms around her torso and hugged her gently. Lydia loved Chance’s frisky, playful side because it was always coupled with such love and tenderness.
“I took you away from your work,” he said quietly as he finally withdrew from her.
“Yes. Shame on you. I’m telling.” She giggled as he crawled up the bed and flopped down, resting his head on one of her pillows.
He reached for her and said, “You won’t have to do that. I’ll tell on myself. Then you’ll have Clayton sneaking in the house to distract you from your work, too.”
Lydia crawled into the circle of his arms and rested her head on his thickly muscled chest as she said, “I’m not sure I could find it in my heart to complain. People are more important than things.”
Playfully, she licked his nipple, enjoying the faintly salty taste of his tanned skin. He shuddered and lowered a hand to her ribs and tickled her there. She squealed and soon they were both laughing.
“So you want me nekkid all weekend, huh?” she asked as an idea popped into her head.
“Yes, if you’re willing.”
“But jewelry is okay, right?”
He eyed her curiously and said, “Yeah, sure. You can wear any jewelry you want.”
Excellent! I have a little shoppin’ to do this afternoon.
* * * *
The following afternoon, Lydia’s body buzzed with excitement as she imagined their destination. Actually, what she imagined was herself, stark naked, at the mercy of two men who were increasingly inventive in how they played her body until it sang at a fever pitch. It was late afternoon, but the sun was still hours away from setting. She looked forward to whatever their evening might entail.
Their journey had begun at the back of one of the barns where she found them loading a small ice chest and a box of food into the back of the four-seated Polaris all-terrain vehicle and strapping them down. Along with their own bags, they loaded her overnight bag and smaller case which contained several items she’d splurged on at Discretion that she hoped would take on legendary status.
They’d taken off on unpaved roads, and she’d enjoyed every second of the ride as the wind blew through her hair.
Chance rested a hand on her thigh as they topped a gentle rise and he said, “We considered bringing the horses instead, but it would’ve taken us longer to get there and I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been on the back of a horse. Plus, this way we don’t have to worry about hunting or fishing, unless we want to, because we brought our own meat to put on the grill.”