She ran her hand over his hip feeling his muscles quiver at her touch. Such strength, such arrogance in the raw power surging below the surface. She longed to feel that power between her legs, gathering its strength to surge beneath her. Muscles bunching and flexing becoming heated and sweaty as they powered beneath her carrying her forward. Ever forward.
Lust grew heavy in her loins in anticipation of the ride when they came together as one. When there was no separating their flesh.
She could feel his anticipation. Energy surging below the surface coming out in hot puffs of air against her neck raising chill bumps up and down her spine.
She couldn’t keep her hands from touching him. Soon. Soon they would travel together. Pacing themselves. Not hurrying but always surging forward, their breathing quickening pumping oxygen through their lungs feeding their muscles, feeding their hearts pumping their oxygen enriched blood to their brains, to their extremities, to all their vital parts. Their pulses racing. Their hearts pounding.
Her legs wrapped firmly around him. Her body lowered down against his, feeling his heat, breathing against his neck, smelling the sweat of his body, feeling the moisture between her legs as he pounded between her legs. Her body moving, always moving with the rhythm of his.
She grasped him firmly, riding him, feeling him swell beneath her, pumping harder, faster as she encouraged him. “Faster Jerico, Faster!” She moans as she feels him surge beneath her, feeling his power. His strength. Always his strength surprises her as she hangs onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pressing her body into his.
The feel of her breasts rubbing against him, her belly fluttering and pressing into him. Her sex surging against his body.
His power flows into her, excites her. She rises up while still holding onto his neck, keeping her legs firmly wrapped around him. Flesh against flesh. It can be no other way between Jerico and her. When she rides him, she is consumed by him, by his power, by his strength. He could so easily overpower her. Hurt her. Destroy her. But he knows her. He loves when she rides him, when she becomes one with him. He feels her joy flow through him as her body thrusts against him as he uses his powerful muscles to take her where she wants to go. He is hers to command, always will be, always has been since he was born.
He follows her commands, listens, always listening not just with his ears but with his whole body for the signs of her desires. His only desire to please. He would do as she asks until he could no longer draw breath or until his heart burst from his efforts. She was his world, all he ever desired.
At her command, he slowed their rhythm, her breathing harsh in his ear as she calmed him with gentle hands stroking his neck. The moisture between her quivering legs hot upon his flesh, her smell intoxicating.
“Ah, Jerico, what a beauty you are. Such a good boy. You never disappoint me. You never deny me what I need, my heart’s desire. Such a bonny boy you are. You deserve so much more than I can ever give you.”
She slides gracefully down his side, to stand beside him. Rubbing his sweaty body down with her hands. Pressing her breasts against him, or her hip, or thigh, or her stomach whatever is closest as her hands rub him down. Her heated flesh bringing calm to his quivering muscles.
She walks around him, leaving no parts of him untouched.
“You are such a good boy. Come. It is time for your reward.”
He follows her. Watching her the firm globes of her bottom as she takes him to his reward. He smells her. Then he smells the other her. The one who will be his reward. His cock extends and swells as he smells her. She is ready for him.
“Go boy. She’s ready for you. Take her. Ride her hard.”
He shakes his head, blowing and snorting, her heat filling his lungs with each breath. He feels his owner back up, standing at the door, waiting and watching. He will make her proud.
He advances on the female. She turns away from him. Lifting, arching her tail. He smells her and loudly claims her for all the other males to hear. Then rears up and mounts her in one powerful thrust. She stands still accepting him, and loudly proclaims his taking of her. He powers into her over and over again, and all too quickly he pumps his seed deep inside her.
He slides quivering from inside her, his seed pouring from her opening. Stepping over to his owner, he nudges his nose against her naked chest.
“You are welcome Jerico. You have earned it. She is a beauty. She is now your mate. Take care of her Jerico. We will ride again tomorrow.”
She wrapped her arms around his head, petting his jaw and forehead. Loving him was never a problem. He had been hers since he had been born and his mother had died during birth. They had been inseparable. She fed him and sometimes slept with him. She took him swimming, and when it was just the two of them, she would swim in the nude. When he was old enough to take her weight, she had started in the water, letting him get used to her weight. It was also when she learned to love riding him bareback, him without a saddle or blanket and her without any clothing. Nothing separating them.
When she met Marco, the man she was going to marry, she had been afraid he would not understand. He had been to her ranch many times but she had never introduced the two of them. When he asked her to marry him, she knew it was time.
They had spent nights together before, but this time she decided to plan something special. She made a special dinner and told him after dinner she needed to show him something. As they walked towards the stables, she asked him to keep an open mind. At first she could tell he was puzzled when she saddled one of the other horses and handed him the reins, then opened another stall and introduced him to Jerico. But she told him to be patient and just watch and bring his horse out with them.
Once she opened the stall, she walked out of the stable, not into the coral, but into the front which was not fenced in. Jerico followed her as did Marco and his mount.
Marco had seen her enough with the other horses that he instantly saw a difference with Jerico. How she touched him, actually caressing him and how Jerico was so gentle and loving with her. She didn’t put a bridle on him, nor any reigns or blanket or saddle. Then to his surprise, he watched as she undressed and drapped her clothing over a post. She then swung up onto Jerico’s back and told Marco to mount his horse. Once he was mounted she told him to follow her.
He followed and watched. At first he didn’t think much about it, just her riding naked on her horse. However, the longer he watched, and rode with them, he found himself becoming affected by what he was seeing. Somehow, he wasn’t sure how, the whole scene before him became erotic. She didn’t just ride him, she made love to Jerico and Jerico joined her. They were so attuned to each other they moved together as though they were one. When he realized what was going on, he had expected to feel revulsion but he couldn’t. It was beautiful how she rode Jerico, merging with him, and Jerico using his power to bring her alive. The power that flowed through both of them was palpable. Marco found his body responding in a way he had never thought he would. This was something so sensual there was no denying the beauty in what he saw and his body responded in kind. He could not help but be aroused by what he saw.
When they returned to the stable, he watched as she rubbed Jerico down, and gave him his reward. He stood with her and watched while Jerico took his mate. Seeing Jerico return to her he had no doubt it was Jerico’s way of thanking her for his reward before they turned to her house. He had said nothing to her during the ride or afterwards. They hadn’t touched, not even as they returned to the house.
After walking in the door. She turned to him, still naked, her clothing grasped tightly in her hand. It wasn’t the first time he had seen her naked. They had made love many times before, but what he had witnessed seemed to open his eyes to so much more. He had always been gentle with her, careful to not hurt her. He was a powerfully built man and was well aware of his strength and what it could do if he ever forgot and used his full strength. But what he had seen tonight helped him to see how much he had been holding back, how much she had been drawn to his strength. Had he been doing her a disservice by keeping that part of himself at bay?
“I needed you to meet Jerico. He has been a part of my life since he was born. He will be with me until he dies. Can you accept this? Can you accept him?”
Marco didn’t hesitate. He walked towards her, cupped her cheek in his hand, gently caressed her with his thumb, then leaned in and kissed her. It started as a chaste kiss that slowly heated and burned into a smoldering fire. He pulled her into his arms, feeling her arms wrap around him following the soft rustle of her clothes hitting the hardwood floor.
She could feel his hardness against her belly when he pulled her up tight against his body, surprised to feel the strength of his arousal.
She broke the kiss and looked up at him.
He could see confusion in her eyes.
“I don’t know why, but watching you ride Jerico was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. If watching the two of you together does this to me every time, then you can ride him every single day.”
She slid her hand down over his hardness, being sure what she felt really was true and not some figment of her imagination. There was no denying how hard he was. The heat in his eyes was even stronger, and the passion emanating from him was palpable. She could feel his strength and power beneath his skin, vibrating, as if tightly reigned. Heat pooled between her legs and she felt the top of her inner thighs become moist.
His body shivered as he heard her words flowing with husky need, “Let’s go take a shower.”
They clasped hands and headed up the stairs, she walked ahead of Marco. He could see a shiny sheen of moisture between her thighs. He wouldn’t hold back tonight. He would let her ride him like she had ridden Jerico.