The One Hour Ride

"One hour," Elvin said to his nude reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall of the bathroom. He hadn't tried it before. He wasn't sure he would last that long.

 

"One hour," he repeated to himself like he needed his mind to register the time frame. What had made him agree to this? Yes, he needed her to put on some clothes to stop the bulge in his trouser, and his need from aching every time he saw her, which was literally all the time. He needed a little bit of control over himself again, and if this was the price, his mind better be ready for it.

 

Elvin looked down at his need, he was still limp and sensitive. Around his feet on the white tiles of the bathroom floor, you could spot the sticky, white, milky substance, he turned on the tap to wash them off.

 

"I'm waiting," Eve called out.

 

Elvin turned off the tap, he walked out of the bathroom. Eve turned to look at him, he caught her eyes travel from his eyes, past his chest, tummy, and finally rest on his sex between his legs. He was still limp, but the very sight of her did make his blood race.

 

"Not hungry, I see," Eve said with a sexy grin on her face. "I hope I haven't lost my charm."

 

Her charm was still a potent force, but Elvin couldn't tell her what he had done in the bathroom. It was the only way he could go through this.

 

Eve catwalked towards him, her steps slow and deliberate. On reaching him, she paused her movement and stooped down to settle between his legs, she took hold of him.

 

Her lips kissed the tip of his sex, Elvin gasped. She kissed him again, then took him in her mouth. With a few repeated strokes, he became hard, and she retracted her head and took to her feet.

 

"No need to make me feel anything," Eve said with desire in her tone. "The sight of you already has me wet. Lie on your back while I ride you."

 

Elvin's legs obeyed, taking him to the bed he laid on.

 

Eve watched him, then she went to set the timer on the table to one hour. She pushed the button, the countdown began. Eve got on the bed and sat astride Elvin with her back to him.

 

She took hold of him, as she slipped him inside, letting a moan escape her mouth, he found her wet.

 

"Don't move," Eve said, and gently began to move her hips back and forth.

 

It was then it came to Elvin. How was she to manage on top of him for one hour? Surely, she hadn't contemplated the fact that her knee would cramp, and she would be exhausted. Best he doesn't suggest it to her before he ruins this game.

 

Eve moaned, rocking her waist to and fro, and knowing how deep he was inside her, Elvin wanted to hold her from behind. She had said no movements from him, so he assumed that also meant not moving his hands as well, he left them to his side.

 

The mind was the greatest sex organ. Elvin knew if he got lost in the moment, he would lose this game. Channeling his mind elsewhere, he minimized the pleasure.

 

Eve's wet walls did contract around Elvin's need a few times with her letting out cries of ecstasy, and her body shook uncontrollably. Sometimes, she stopped to let her body relax before she continued, and other times, she didn't stop until the pleasure toppled her on top of him, removing his dick from her.

 

Elvin wished he could hold her, kiss her from behind, and let his fingers lightly travel through her sensitive body. But as she sought her pleasure, and aimed to make him climax, he aimed to remain resolute till her one hour was up.

 

 

***

 

 

Having had enough of her back to Elvin, Eve turned to face him. He was stubborn, she had to give him that. She hadn't heard a single moan or groan escape from him, and seeing how much time she had spent, she feared he would win.

 

She sent him into her, and she gently went up and down. She had to draw his attention. She had to find a way to make him lose. She loved that his eyes were now fixed on her breasts, and this made her smile for a start.

 

"How do you feel?" Eve asked, expecting him to take the bait.

 

 

***

 

 

"Tempted to hold you," Elvin said, knowing what she was up to. Talking would only make this go well for him.

 

"Is that all?" Eve asked, her walls tightened around him.

 

Elvin closed his eyes from the pleasure he had just felt. "I can feel your warmth, and it's making me lose my mind. Each time you come, I feel your walls contract, driving me wild. You're wet, and it's making me desire you more."

 

"I love the feeling of you hard within me. I shouldn't say this, but I think we fit perfectly."

 

She was trying to use sweet words to toy with his mind. Smart.

 

"You're so sweet," Eve went on, "and I—I—oh my—"

 

Eve strained and stopped talking, her walls did contract again. Her eyes closed, and a series of pleasurable moans escaped from her mouth with her breathing hard. She fell on top of Elvin, her breath blew warm and soft against him.

 

Time wasn't over, but she seemed to be exhausted. She raised her face and looked at him.

 

"It seems you've won," Eve said.

 

"But time isn't over," Elvin said, his very core disliking him for speaking against himself. He couldn't lie that he wasn't enjoying this. He wanted her to continue.

 

Eve shook her head. "While this may be a pleasurable position, it wasn't meant for us to be on top that long. My legs hurt. I wish to rest them. Would you ride me and come inside me."

 

This was a trap. Her time wasn't up. It was all some strategy meant to make him succumb to her. No. He wouldn't fall for it.

 

Elvin smiled. "No. Let's talk like this. When your time is over, then I'll ride you."

 

Eve shook her head and looked away from him. "You devil."

 

Victory. Best he doesn't say it. This lady may yet surprise him.

 

Eve slowly continued to move on top of him, and Elvin managed not to come until her one hour was over. And after that, he rode her to shattering ecstasy.