Chapter Seven
As the door closed behind Mick, an awkward silence cut through the charged atmosphere. I no longer knew where to look. Mick’s presence had somehow made it okay to enjoy one another, safe in the knowledge that nothing could happen, but now he was gone...
“I believe it’s your turn,” Emma said, rescuing me from my nerves. She unfolded her glistening form from the seat and gestured for me to take her place.
I did so willingly, desperate to busy myself once more.
As I positioned my thighs at the pads, she bent forward to up the weight for me.
Her body was so close that her hair fell forward to brush across my shoulder, her delicious scent drawing me in.
I had to force myself not to turn to her.
To try and remember who she was. To tell myself, my mind was playing tricks on me.
That this couldn’t possibly be happening. That this could never happen.
“All set,” she said, sending me a heated look that shattered my misgivings in one fell swoop.
Mutely, I nodded. I could do this, I could keep control. I could push this weight in my sleep ... and ignore the crazy ache in my belly ... Honest...
As my thighs moved outward, Emma’s brazen gaze followed.
Two reps in and I watched her imprison her bottom lip between her teeth, my own mouth helplessly mimicking .
.. four reps in, she started rubbing at her throat, her fingers working into the sensitive skin in a seemingly subconscious fashion.
As I moved into the widest point of rep five, she inhaled sharply, her bare abs flexing with the move.
“You have an amazing body, Abi.”
Her breathless words sent my thighs collapsing inward, the weight clashing back to rest as blood rushed to service the tantalizing ache that had increased tenfold with her words. Their utterance serving to confirm everything that until then had been potential imaginings in my mind.
“Sorry,” she blurted. “I hadn’t meant to startle you.”
“You didn’t,” I said, forgetting the machine at my thighs and any sense of what was right as I looked up at her, trying to show her just how much I appreciated her back. Just how much I wanted her too. If only she would make the first move...
“Please continue,” she said, gesturing to my legs, her eyes flashing with a sexual hunger that I knew would be mirrored in my own.
I did as she instructed, nursing my body as I went, clenching my thighs as tight as I could when the machine permitted, allowing my body to build a tension of an entirely different form to the one intended by the workout.
My nipples started to strain against the fabric of my bra, their sensitized peaks hungry for attention. My pulsing clit worked with the friction of the tight-fitting gym pants to coax and tease the growing fire in my veins. And then, to my salacious delight, she stepped forward.
“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.
Stepping out of my trainers, I discarded my socks and shimmied off my training pants, my confidence growing as with each item her eyes darkened, her pupils dilating with her mounting desire.
And then, as I reached behind my back to take hold of the bra clasp, I spied her breathing still and I knew I had her one hundred percent under my spell. I was doing this to her. Me!
A smile formed at my lips.
“Please,” she said, her voice almost a whisper now, her eyes burning into my chest as she waited for the fabric to drop.
“Your wish is my command,” I said, my lust-filled voice sounding foreign to my own ears.
Letting the bra slip to the floor, the cool air of the gym swept across my front, teasing my exposed nipples to tautened peaks once more, the thrilling sensation reigniting the warmth in my core.
Before me, Emma exhaled slowly, the appreciation in her gaze almost too much to believe.
“You are beautiful,” she whispered, stepping forward and reaching out to brush my hair back over my shoulders, her eyes scanning every last bit of me. “Tell me, have you ever been with a woman before me?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Fear that it would break the moment rendering me still.
She smiled. “So I’m your first...”
Her voice trailed off as she lowered her gaze, her eyes following her hands as she traced an exploratory path along my upper body, encircling each aching mound with teasing proximity, her caress getting ever closer but not quite upon the hardened peaks. The move agonizing, yet totally erotic.
“You see, the benefit of being with a woman is that we know what the other likes, we know just how to tease” — a hand brushed over the surface of one nipple and I gasped at the ricocheting shoot of pleasure — “we know just how to create such a burning within that it’s not just the act of coming that consumes you, but the whole process of getting there. ”
Her mouth was so close to mine, I only had to tilt forward and I would be able to taste her, but still I didn’t dare...
“And since you are to be my slave...”
My eyes shot to hers. “Slave?”