Feeling empowered by his heated expression, she held his gaze as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled it off. He reached for her breasts, covered only by her flimsy white bra, but she grabbed his hands. "You said we can do this anyway I like, right?" She asked him in a teasing tone.
He nodded, but looked at her breasts hungrily, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Well, this is how I want it." She took both his large hands in hers and kissed the rough knuckles gently. Then, standing up on her knees until her breasts were pressed against his face, she raised his arms over his head until they touched one of the gate's support bars. Taking her time wrapping his fingers around the bar, she shivered as she felt his warm breath against her breasts, and then his lips nudging at one nipple through the satin of her bra.
She pulled back abruptly and gave him a stern warning look. "No, I do all the touching and you just behave yourself and keep your hands on the bar. Okay?" She said, bracing her hands on his wide shoulders she slid her wet, naked mound down his ripped stomach. It contracted against her and the friction caused little pings of sensation throughout her core. When she was seated firmly over his throbbing shaft again, she wiggled against him, causing him to groan.
"'C'mon, Darlin'. I've been waiting all day. Don't I deserve a reward for all my patience?" He leaned forward as far as he could without loosening his hands from the bar, and placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss against the side of her neck.
Kayla allowed his kiss for a moment. His warm lips were electric against the sensitive skin below her ear and she instinctively arched her neck to give him better access to that sweet spot. Just as he was edging down toward her breast, she pulled back so far she nearly tumbled backward off his lap. Clutching his shoulders to steady herself, she shook her head. "Reward? I don't think so. I promised you payback earlier, remember? And now you're going to get it." She gave one of his small, flat nipples a tweak and smiled at his gasp of surprise and pain.
"Seems to me you were going to punish me for paddling that hot ass of yours. But we both know how much you loved it, so let's forget about the revenge and get onto the riding lesson, okay?" He thrust his hips upward as if to remind her why they were here and began lowering his arms, fully prepared to take charge again.
Kayla stopped him just as his hands were about to land on her breasts. "I'm not punishing you for that. I'm getting you back for teasing me unmercifully all afternoon." Firmly, she pushed his hands back up over his head. Looking around, she saw the lace mask on the bale of hay beside them and snatched it up.
His groan vibrated between her breasts as she secured his hands to the bar with the scrap of lace. It was stretchy and more for show than anything, but it got her message across. She was in charge. Just where she wanted to be. Being submissive had been very exciting for a while, but she was curious how he would react to being dominated. Would he be as convincing as her sex slave? Somehow, she doubted it.
Sitting back, she surveyed her handiwork. He was glaring at her, but was otherwise mouthwateringly gorgeous sitting there with his muscular arms framing his head and his sculpted chest thrust forward. She noticed that his armpit hair was touched with gold and reached out one finger to caress it. He flinched away from her as if burned.
Oh, he was good. Now he was going to pretend to be her reluctant prisoner. Where did Miss Bright find this guy? He seemed able to adapt to her fantasy no matter what she threw at him. He went from dominant to submissive in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that this wasn't his natural role, but he certainly put on a good show. Looking at him, at all that barely restrained power just seething to be unleashed, she wondered how far she could push him before his natural dominance would surface and demand to take over.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it when I touch you?" She asked, running her hands over his wide chest and down his stomach. His skin was warm and roughened with hair. It felt delightful tickling across her palms and between her fingers.
"No, I don't. At least not when I can't touch you too," he said through gritted teeth.
"I think you're lying. I think you like it a lot," she purred, gazing down at his lap where his huge erection tented his jeans. "Maybe if we made you a little more comfortable, you'd like it even more. What do you think?" She edged back a bit on his lap and began slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
"I think I regret not finishing that spanking when I had the chance," he gasped as she reached inside his jeans and touched him intimately for the first time.
Pushing his clothing down his hips as far as she could, she revealed his throbbing cock. It was even bigger and harder than it had looked when she'd watched him earlier. Her hand looked positively tiny wrapped around it.
"Oh my," she said, momentarily awed. Experimentally, she slid her hand up his shaft and back down again, mimicking his actions earlier. His erection seemed to grow even larger and a small pearl of white fluid appeared on the tip. With her thumb, she rubbed that drop into the head of his penis.
His breath hissed between his teeth and he groaned. "Katie. Please. There's a condom in my pocket."
"Hmmm? But I want to play with you some more. We don't need the condom quite yet, now do we?" She began alternately squeezing each of her hands up his cock from base to tip, one after another. Fascinated, she watched as more fluid gathered at the tip.
"You're killing me. You know that, right?" He asked huskily.
"Am I? But I thought you liked to play." She said with mock innocence.
He growled and closed his eyes tightly, as if the sight and sensation of her was too much for him to withstand at the same time.
Suspecting that he was reciting baseball scores in his head, or possibly imagining his grandma naked to keep from losing control, Kayla took mercy on him and removed her hands from his impressive erection. She admired that hard column of flesh for a moment, watching how it stood so proudly, nearly touching his navel with the engorged head. Fishing the condom from his pocket, she ripped open the foil package with her teeth and deftly smoothed it down his shaft.
She was tempted to immediately impale herself on his tempting rod, but instead she slid forward until her chest was flush against his, and his erection was nestled against her stomach and warm pussy. She kissed him then. Just touched her lips to his in a teasing caress, and then moved to the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders and she began rubbing her breasts against the hair on his lower chest.
Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra and threw it on the floor. Finally, she was completely naked before him and it felt wonderful. Her nipples were pale pink and felt heavy and sensitive from abrading them against him. She pinched them to make them contract into tiny buds and almost laughed at his intense expression as he watched her play with her breasts.
Raising up on her knees, she cupped one of them in her hand, and brought it up toward his lips. With the other hand, she grasped his hair and brought his head down toward her chest. "You've been very patient, so I'm going to let you kiss my breasts now. Would you like that?"
He nodded, and blew warm air against her taut flesh. Opening his mouth, his tongue flicked out and swirled around the crest. Not content to just taste it, he surged forward, and drew the entire tip into his mouth hungrily, feasting on her breast with his lips and tongue. When she didn't draw away, he began sucking rhythmically on her nipple, trying to fit as much of her mound in his mouth as possible.
She palmed her other breast and pulled on the nipple in rhythm with the motion of his mouth. She felt that tugging sensation deep, deep within the core of her body, and a gush of moisture gathered between her thighs, coating his erection where it stood just below the entrance to her body.