“May I?” she asked, looking to my thighs. “I’d like to feel you as you move.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.God, yes!my mind screamed.
Slowly, she dropped to her knees before me, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips. The gesture so carnal that I faltered mid-rep and she tutted, shaking her head playfully at my lapse in form. And then her hands were at my knees, her touch teasingly soft. She nodded at me and I knew she wanted me to move once more, but my focus was very much on the feel of her against me, my concentration and strength to push the weight lost. But she didn’t budge. Her message was clear. Until I moved, she wasn’t going to either.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back and fought against the weight, spreading my thighs apart and languishing in my reward as her hands slid inwards, her palms molding to my inner thighs.
“You’re so strong,” she said in fascination as her hands began an upward caress, her stroke tormentingly light and rising further with each completed rep.
Please, God, please!I internally begged. I needed her touch upon me, right at the source of my ache, not teasingly close...
I started to delay the midpoint of my rep, anything to keep my legs spread so that she could reach the access I craved. Finally, she brushed across me. The move so painfully brief I wondered if I’d imagined it. I wanted to openly beg her, but my inexperience wouldn’t let me. Instead, I squirmed in the seat, my concentration well and truly off the weight at my thighs as my body caved in to the pressure, my legs falling inward on a tormented moan.
“Aw, baby, is it too hard?”
My eyes flew open at her words. Gone was happy Emma from yesterday’s horse ride.
Sexy, totally wanton, and fuckable Emma from last night was before me now.
“Spread them for me,” she demanded.
I moaned and pressed against the weight as she asked, her palms now massaging hungrily into my thighs.
“Come on, you can do this, baby,” she encouraged, her fingers never ceasing in their upward exploration, her eyes watching over me, hot and hungry.
Under the spell of her look, I forgot the pain of the weight and continued to complete the reps, my mind solely occupied by the effect of her blazing green eyes, the touch of her feminine fingers, and the feel of her soft, round breasts as they brushed against my knees.
“I reckon you have four more to go, else I win,” she said softly.
Four? I wasn’t even sure that was right, but in all honesty, I no longer knew which way was up or how to count!
She was pushing me to the edge and she knew it. Spreading my thighs again, I moaned in delight as she finally made contact with my throbbing clit, this time the touch undeniable as the soft pads of her thumbs began to rotate over me in an orgasm-inducing tempo. Immediately, I stiffened, forcing my legs to work against the opposing weight and remain wide as I pleaded her with my body to not stop. I could feel my climax swiftly coming, the rigidity of my working muscles serving to add to the deliciously-rising tension. But as my orgasm neared, my strength to hold the weight wore out and I was forced to surrender to it, my legs coming together on an agonizing moan.
To hell with the fucking wager!
Thrusting my legs out of the trappings of the machine, I spread myself before her, making it clear I didn’t want her to stop.
“You give up?” she teased, but she didn’t deny me, her expert fingers returning to take up the same tempo over me, all the while her heated gaze drinking in my wanton state. I thrust my lower body up as my legs gripped the machine beneath me, the divine tension quick to take over me once more. And then I shattered before her, the intensity of my orgasm like nothing I had ever experienced at the hands of another.
But I was quick to recover. Humiliation giving me a rude awakening as I realized just how quick I’d been to come. God, she would think me so inexperienced. Or easy. Or both. I wasn’t sure which was worse. Chancing a glance at her, I needn’t have worried. Her eyes were ablaze with need. Whatever she thought of me, she wanted me with the same intense need that had possessed me not minutes before.
“I believe I win, Abi.”
“Probably,” I conceded, an element of shyness creeping into my voice in the aftermath of my orgasm.
“So I get to choose my prize?”
I nodded, sexual excitement bubbling anew as I got an inkling of where this was heading.
“I’d like to see you naked.”
What!I hadn’t expected that. Not so directly at any rate.
“Please, Abi, your body captivates me. I want to see it.”
She moved back to allow me space to stand and, swallowing back my nerves, I stood.
What did it matter anyhow? She clearly liked what she had seen so far. Chances were she would like me even more when I removed my clothes ... I hoped.
