“As you wish, my lord,” she flirted, nibbling down on her lower lip to stop the groans from her lips as she began to slowly lower herself on his cock, squeezing him gently. In this position, their clothes in a disarray, Katelynn felt the moan low in her throat as she felt his hard member slide up inside of her, leaning her head back.
Her hands gripped the material of her skirts, taking in every inch of his length until she was fully straddling him. It always felt amazing to be connected to him this way, to feel such oneness that extended far beyond body and mind.
After pausing for a few seconds, Katelynn began to raise her hips before lowering them once again, slowly thrusting upon him.
He let out a low moan of ecstasy as she slowly slid down onto him, drawing his cock deep into the tight, clinging heat of her body. His head settled back on the bed as he watched her, his bright green eyes half-lidded. With her hair disheveled, and the top of her dress pushed down to expose her softly rounded breasts, she looked so sexy that he could hardly breathe.
When Katelynn started to thrust on top of him, Jack settled his hands on her hips, holding her in place and giving her some support. It was strange, to feel the dress under his hands instead of her bare skin, but it was also very exciting in its way.
“You feel wonderful, my lady,” he murmured, still coherent enough to speak and keep up the fantasy. “So beautiful, so warm, so amazing …”
His compliments made her shoulder hunch together in embarrassment though she was smiling as she continued thrusting on top of him, her breasts bouncing a bit in unison. Even now he made her feel special and loved and she tried rewarding him but thrusting a bit deeper and harder.
“None..can compare to your kindness, gentle nature, handsome face..” she responded breathlessly, letting out a deep moan as her eyes began to slide closed, lips parted and puffy.
He knew he should be trying to think of more compliments for her – more words of love and praise that would keep the fantasy going and make her know how much he loved her. But she felt so good, and the sight of her writhing on top of him, still with her dress half-on, was too much even for his impressive brain. Jack thrust his hips up, hard, driving deep into her as he gave a loud, ecstatic moan.
Soon the two of them had settled into a rhythm. He kept his hands on her hips as he rose to meet her, thrusting and grinding as they joined together, seeking more and more. His bare chest gleamed faintly in the candlelight, his blue skin flushed faintly purple.
Jack Maple 