Nodding, I place my hands on his shoulders, and he lifts me in his arms. My legs go around his waist, and he walks slowly into the small pool. I’m bracing for it to be frigid, but it’s surprisingly tepid. The depth is only to his waist, and he braces the rocky side where the small creek falls over the hill creating a gentle waterfall.
“I don’t have a condom, but I’m clean.” His voice is rough. “Hell, you’re the first person I’ve been with in…”
Sliding my thumb across his full bottom lip, I want him so much. “You’re the first for me in so long. I’m clean, I have an implant.”
Our mouths crash, his hand bracing the back of my head, and I reach down between us to grasp his erection, sliding it smoothly into my slippery core. Again, the sensation of fullness is overwhelming.
His forehead drops to mine, and he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “Feels so good.”
We’re facing each other for the first time. He’s between my legs, his light chest hairs tickling my nipples, our skin is heated and slick from the water and our desire.
Reaching around I pull him closer as I work my thighs, riding his cock, pressing my pelvis to him so the friction radiates to my core.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, as the sparks of orgasm awaken.
His hands are on my ass, grasping and squeezing, and he thrusts harder, driving deeper. Again our lips seal, tongues caressing. He moves one hand from my ass to between us, stroking and pinching my clit, and the sparkles turn to flames.
We’re both moving faster, frantically chasing that fiery release. His mouth moves to the top of my ear, and I hear his hot breath hitch and shudder as he gets closer. It’s fucking hot as hell, and one last, firm circle of his thumb on my clit sends me soaring.
“Dirk,” I cry as the waves roll through my body, squeezing and pulsing against his cock, coaxing him to join me.
It doesn’t take much. Both his hands are on my ass, and he squeezes as he stills. With a pulse and jerk, he breaks deep within me. His stomach muscles tense, and his thighs tremble beneath mine. My arms wrap tighter around his body, and I hold him, riding out this orgasm chest to chest and face to face like it’s our first time.
17
Dirk
Her body iswarm against mine, sitting on the saddle in front of me as we ride back on Regency’s Honor. I hold Dancer’s reins, leading her beside us as we lope back to the barn.
The image of Reanna’s body, naked in front of me, burns in my mind—her perfect, teardrop breasts, small but large enough to squeeze, round hips and flat stomach, ass full enough to grip as I moved her up and down on my dick.
She’s muscular. I’ve never asked if she’s an athlete, but she’s still soft, with those blue eyes and long dark hair… I haven’t been able to stop looking at her or touching her.
Holding her against my chest, taking her slow, without the fever and desperation, without the fear of being caught, changed something in me. At Thornton I fought these feelings. I felt like I was failing to be strong against an amorous young student.
Then, when I couldn’t stop wanting her, I supposed it could be the danger, the element of the forbidden, making it feel like something more. Now I’m not sure at all.
Our bodies rock together with the rhythm of the horse. Her back is to my chest, and my hand is on her stomach. Our hips move like they do when we’re coming undone, and I think I will always get semi-hard thinking of her ass sliding against my crotch.
Back at the barn, I slide off the Friesian to guide Dancer into her stall. We’ll have to brush them down and feed them ourselves, since the groom has the weekend off. It’s the first time in a long time the estate is almost entirely empty.
Only Norris, Hugh’s old butler, remains in the house, keeping things going as he has since I was a little boy.
Reanna slides off her horse, guiding it into the stall and following my lead, unbuckling the belt around the horse's belly, sliding the heavy, western saddle off his back.
“You got that?” I call from across the alley, but when I look up, I see she’s walking to the tack room, blanket and saddle in hand.
I’m right behind her, placing Dancer’s saddle on the vacant sawhorse and picking up an oval, boar’s hair brush the size of my palm. She does the same, pausing to rise on her toes and kiss my lips before taking the cowboy hat off my head and putting it on hers.
A smile curls my lips as I watch her sassy ass sway as she walks back to the waiting horse. It only takes a few moments to brush them down, stow the bridles, and give them feed.
“I’ve just got to feed the other three horses and we can head to my place.”
She glances around the barn before giving me a worried smile. “Is there somewhere I can use the restroom?”
“Oh, sure. Sorry.” I feel pretty damn inconsiderate. “If you go right down that breezeway, it’ll lead to the kitchen door. It’s always unlocked, and there’s a restroom just inside, down a short hall past the pantry.”
“I won’t be long!” One last peck on my lips and she turns, taking off at a trot towards the house.