Lacy Riding Mistress Part 5

Lacy Riding Mistress 1 & 2
Lacy Riding Mistress 3
Lacy Riding Mistress 4

Previously

He knelt above her, straddling her body and stripped off his jacket.

She thought he was removing it to keep it clean but he didn’t look where he threw it, so he couldn’t care so much about it.

Then he leaned forward to kiss her again and her hands busied themselves by pulling his shirt from his waistband.

His hands roamed over her breasts under her t-shirt, his fingers found her nipple and he tweaked the tender flesh, drawing a gasp of pain and pleasure from her. Then he pulled her t-shirt up to her throat and bent to take the tenderised nipple between his lips. His teeth nipped the flesh around the nipple and she moaned again. His tongue circled the sensitive flesh and he reached down to her waistband to undo her jeans.

The jeans were more difficult to undo than he had anticipated and he had to neglect her breasts to see what he was doing with the button.

Lacy was panting and flushed, but she was the inexperienced one in the coupling and so allowed him to take the lead.

When he had undone her button and zip, he tugged the jeans down to her knees and left them in a bunch so as to restrict her movements. His fingers skilfully traced the lace along her briefs and as he touched the delicate skin at the top of her leg, the crook of her groin. She gasped again at the sheer pleasure in his touch.

He pulled the fabric away from her body slowly and with exquisite care, watching her face as her emotions showed him that he was doing exactly the right thing. His fingers slipped inside the briefs and brushed her mound. Then they slid slowly down, across her clitoris, drawing another gasp of delight as he massaged the most sensitive flesh.

He bent his head down again to breathe onto the fabric and the gasp from her was satisfying to his ears and he smiled and pulled the briefs down to her jeans then he pulled the lot all the way down give him full access to her.

He slipped the jeans inside out over her feet then he stripped his shirt off so he could feel her bare flesh on his as he slid up her body. His fingers were still busy even as he climbed up her legs and they opened to allow him better contact. He watched her face with curiosity and on the few occasions that she opened her eyes to see what he was doing, he caught an expression that he hadn’t seen in a while. She was as curious as he was, perhaps more so and he knew that he must take care with her so her first experience was filled with nothing but deep satisfaction.

He kissed her clitoris and suckled the nub of it into his mouth in a gentle motion. He was surprised how quickly she screamed her gratification. Her hips bucked and her body tightened to bring her up in an almost upright position for a few seconds as the throes of orgasm held her. She didn’t shake him loose; his mouth rode her pleasure with expertise and determination until she was a shuddering heap beneath his lips.

While she lay gasping for breath with the waves slowly dissipating, he undid his jodhpurs, released his erection and slowly guided it into her. He saw her throat as she swallowed involuntarily and he also saw her effort to keep her body relaxed so that he wouldn’t hurt her.

She refused to look down though and kept her gaze on his eyes. He licked his lips, more because of the sudden nervousness that overcame him than to taste her essence and he pushed into her. She jerked once as his erection slid past the final barrier and he sighed in relief and pleasure as he felt her hot wetness envelop him.