Page 3 of Desire and Discipline
She no longer felt like boring Miss Bliss, always watching her tongue, always a vapid smile on her lips, always doing her best to be perfectly pleasant and amiable. No, now she was Priscilla Stuart, a married lady riding her husband’s face while she made whatever sounds she wanted, and no one stifled her voice.
“Oh yes… Joseph… more… there… Right there, like that… oh yes…” Her encouragement redoubled his efforts, ecstasy rolling through her with every stroke of his tongue as he touched her exactly how she wanted him to. “Enough!”
Gasping, Priscilla pulled away, pushing her trembling thighs upward. If he finished her now, she wouldn’t have the strength to ride him, and that was what she truly wanted to do. To feel him inside her, his body heaving beneath hers, thrusting up into her. It was her favorite position, though she didn’tdislikeany of them. But being astride his face made her want to repeat it on his manhood.
Panting, Joseph looked up at her, his eyes blazing with his arousal.
“What does my Lady need?” he asked, running his hands over her thighs again.
“This,” she answered as she moved down his body, almost back into the position she had been before, except she did not sit on the length of his erection. Instead, she gripped it in her hand, squeezing tightly, and he groaned, closing his eyes, his hips thrusting upward.
This was the other reason she loved this position. Just as she had a moment ago, she always felt more confident, more secure in this position. She hadn’t the first time he’d put her atop him. She’d felt on display, nervous about doing something wrong… Now, she knew what she was doing and loved making him go wild for her, watching his reactions as she did whatever she wanted.
Joseph was the only person in her life who had ever let her do whatever she wanted. And while that allowance was confined behind the closed doors of her bedroom, it was something she cherished about him because not many husbands among thetonwere so lenient. In fact, her friends all spoke of their husbands spanking them for discipline, and they all claimed to enjoy it. Priscilla was a bit curious, but she far preferred this. She did not want to be punished.
She wanted to bend over Joseph’s body, her breasts hanging above his lips, and feel him suckle her nipples. She wanted to move slowly at first, riding him as though he was a horse, beginning with a walk and picking up the pace to a trot while he groaned and writhed beneath her. She wanted to touch every part of his body, exploring him and finding what he liked—and what he didn’t.
He liked his nipples touched and played with and her fingers moving through the hair on his chest. He liked her nails digging into his shoulders. He liked it when she seated herself fully atop him and rocked her hips, rubbing herself against his body while he was embedded inside her.
Leaning back, Priscilla did so now, moaning with her pleasure as her pearl rubbed against the hard planes of his body.
“Priss!” Joseph grabbed hold of her hips and shuddered beneath her as his fingers dug into her curves.
“No… grab the headboard,” she said suddenly. He’d given her the idea, but she wanted to see it. There was a pause as he opened his eyes, looking at her with surprise writ clear across his expression. Priscilla blushed. She was about to tell him never mind when he suddenly released her hips and reached up to grip the headboard.
He truly was letting her do whatever she wanted to him, and the euphoria that rose up inside her nearly brought her to climax with no other stimulation.
But she wasn’t ready yet. She didn’t want to yet.
Sitting back to keep her swollen pearl from sending her over the edge too quickly, she began to move up and down on him again. A sudden burst of inspiration had her reaching behind herself with one hand, her other resting on his lower stomach, and she found the sensitive sack that hung below his manhood.
He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around it, the wood on the headboard creaking.
“Bloody hell, Priss!”
She’d never made him curse before.
The position made it hard for her to move up and down, but she did the best she could, experimenting with his sack as she did so. She squeezed it, rolling the little balls inside between her fingers while Joseph cried out. When she pulled it, he closed his eyes, his hips surging up to thrust into her from below.
As if he could no longer help himself, Joseph let go of the headboard, grabbing hold of her hips again and rocking her atop him. She released his sack immediately, moaning as she felt him moving inside her. The time for holding back was over. Priscilla leaned forward, grinding down on him, her inner muscles clenching and squeezing the thick shaft as it moved within her.
“Joseph…” She gasped out his name as she convulsed, clamping down on him, ecstasy shuddering through her while he held her in place. The grip of her body set off his own climax, as it often did. He groaned, thrusting up hard and burying himself completely inside her while she rocked through each wave of her pleasure.
Utterly spent, she slumped, her upper body collapsing atop him as the last spurts of his climax splashed inside her. That had been… amazing.
Joseph
Stroking his wife’s back while she lay on him, her plush breasts pillowed against his chest, Joseph resisted the urge to flee. He wasn’t sure what was driving it. Yes, Priscilla had been far more forward than she normally was, but he’d liked that.
No.
He’dlovedit.
But there was also a part of him that was extremely uncomfortable with seeing her in such a light.
She was his wife, after all.
A delicate lady from a respectable family, she’d been a complete innocent on their wedding night. And now…
