Lovers of Hyer

The Ribbon Lady IV

"You like it when I'm good for you, right?" she said.

He nodded.

"So you'll be good for me." He stroked the side of his face. "It's an exchange, you see. That's what makes good sex."

An exchange she controlled every single aspect of. Not that he minded. In fact, she did it so much better than what he could do himself that he would gladly relish every bit of control to her should he have to choose again. There was something so awe-inspiring about her that he had to.

Her hand became more insistent as it touched him, stroking his chest and neck. He reached up tentatively to stroke her thighs and was rewarded by a smile from her. He took it as a sign that he was allowed to continue, so he did.

His hands climbed up her thigh to rest on her hips. She had stopped touching him and was now waiting to see what he was going to do next. This cranked up the pressure a bit, so he kept to her hips, tracing small circles on her skin with his thumbs.

She understood his predicament. She went to take one of his hands and brought it down.

"Over here," she said.

He gasped when he felt her heat at the tip of her fingers. Long ago, he had touched a woman, he knew, but rediscovering just how hot and soft one was down there made him shudder with desire. Even after being brought to completion, there was a hot current going through his body each time he progressed his finger a little further.

"Is it your first time seeing a woman?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"Then you know how it works?"

He hesitated, but the question, oddly enough, prompted him to explore some more. He palmed her, fingers exploring her entrance already. She moved her hips and pressed in his hand, but also moved away from his exploration.

"Please me from the outside a little," she said.  "We're in no hurry, right, Sweetheart?"

That was all she needed to say. He shifted his hand, parting her folds, looking for the small nub he remembered to be there. He found it, slight hard against his thumb, and rubbed it. She arched her back with a soft moan, much to his amazement. He did the best he could, taking care that he never left her a moment unstimulated, and soon enough were her hips gently rocking in his grip.

The way she looked at him burned.

"That's enough," she said. He stopped immediately. "Now, Sweetheart, do you know what I want from you?"

He hesitated, then nodded. He had an idea. He wanted it to happen to, so much that he was scared that he was hoping too much. She smiled when she saw the face he made and shifted her position so that she would sit higher up his body.

He was presented with her pussy, and no sight could have excited him more. It was warm and wet, and smelled so female it made him dizzy with lust. He adjusted his hands on her hips gave her a tentative lick. Her folds parted for him until the small nub of her clit rested against his tongue. He heard her gasped as he pressed there.

He enjoyed moving his tongue back and forth for a few more moments, giving special attention to her sensitive nub, before he changed tactics and returned to the entrance he had previously been denied. When the tip teased as the possibility of entering, she pushed down against him. This simple gesture made his arousal flare. He drew in a shaky breath.

She tasted so female. Once again, it wasn't so much that he was meant to enjoy it, yet he felt so privileged doing just that. With her thighs on each side of his face, he was everywhere he could see, and most importantly above him; the way she stared down at him with hunger was almost too much to bear. He had to close his eyes as he focused on pushing deeper into her, just so that he could muster the courage to do so.