He was laughing hard now, his body vibrating through to mine.
“Okay, I have handcuffs. I have rope. I don’t have a switch or a paddle because I prefer to use my hand to administer a spanking, which I’d be quite happy to do here if you carry on about sex dungeons.”
There was a glance of seriousness that was doing all the wonderful things to my girl parts.
“Would you tell me I was a good girl?” The air froze.
“Only if you were a good girl.” His eyes darkened; the lightness that had tinted our conversation became shadowed, hunger starting to be exposed in his look. “Do you want to be a good girl for me now?”
I pushed up my best top over my stomach, exposing skin, trailing my own hand over it. “Yes. I think I do.”
“Here?”
“It’s a perfectly good field. And no one can see unless they’re looking.”
He shook his head. “Your argument is lacking, Jerrica. People would look. They’d want to see you.”
“But only you are close enough to see everything. We can go back to our room if you want.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Take your shorts off. And your underwear.”
I lifted my hips without questioning, without letting myself question, sliding both down together, placing them next to me. The sun felt immediately warm on my exposed flesh, adding to the heat that had been building since Jesse had held my hand.
“I want to watch you make yourself come.” He stroked my hair as he spoke. “I want to see how you touch your clit or if you finger yourself. Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“What made you wet?”
“You holding my hand. Then the kiss. But I was wet already because you came in me before. Twice.”
I moved my hand between my legs, dipping a finger to my entrance and spreading the wetness that was plentiful, smoothing it up to my clit. Jesse’s hand moved from my hair to my breast, cupping it through the thin material of my vest. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, my bikini top left on the bed when I’d changed, so his touch was potent.
I expected him to get rough with my nipples, like he had this morning and last night, but his hand was more reassuring — a caress, almost a tease. I felt exposed, lying here outdoors, my bottom half exposed even though it was only Jesse who could see.
“Give me your fingers. I want to taste your pussy.” His hand moved onto my arm, guiding it so my fingers went to his mouth. He sucked them softly, just enough pressure to make me gasp.
“Sweet. You taste like I thought. Carry on.” He dropped my hand, moving his to roughly pull up my vest so my breasts were exposed, my nipples hard.
He didn’t touch them, just looked at them. I watched his gaze as he seemed to appraise them, my orgasm creeping even closer.
“Am I allowed to come?”
His eyes went back to mine.
“Good girl for asking. Yes, you can come, but I want you to keep just using your clit. If you do that, you’ll get a reward.”
My hand was moving quicker now, the heat, the air, his attention on my body, the fact that the only place he was now touching me was my collar bone.
“What’s the reward?”
“My cock.” He brushed his hand over my breasts, my nipples in almost agony as he grazed them. “Either in your mouth or your pussy. I haven’t decided yet.”
I came with a moan, my body jerking, my hand struggling to keep the rhythm I needed.
I heard his words, praising me, telling me I was beautiful, and for a moment, I had a flicker of a vision of other women he’d said the same words to. Pushing them away, I opened my eyes to look at him, sensing movement.
His shorts were undone, his large, thick cock exposed. I turned my head, close enough to not have to move much to take him in my mouth, sucking tentatively, as if someone was going to take my treat away.
