Once Upon a Misty Bluegrass Hill
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Down his belly, craving his touch and his fingers pulling her hair with his abandon. Jolene could see their reflection in the closet mirror and the erotic scene reflected back at her made her burn. She was mad with need to taste him.
She tore her lips from his and kissed his neck with the drunk of white lightning driving through her veins.
He ran his fingers across her forehead during her downward journey. She whispered against his taught belly already feeling his penis stretching out to her through his pants.
She fumbled with his zipper. He laughed with a low grunt and unfastened his pants with a needy groan. "Where did you learn all this," he asked, his voice like sand.
"It was in my heart," she whispered and lay her head against his pulsing sword. "I would like to see if you taste good if that would please you, Earl of Meath."
He touched her hair gently. "T'would please me ever so much."
She drew him deeply into her mouth then. His abridged breath and low rumble followed sending power and need through her limbs. He sank his hands into her hair and pressed himself deeper into her mouth. Jolene sucked hard then taking him in and out in a dance of rhythm, eliciting raw need into his counter movements. She experimented on his manly tip with her seeking and dancing tongue urging more low grunts from deep inside of his throat. Her own fire nearly tore her belly in two.
His thrusts into her mouth deepened and Jolene felt her panties go wet...she was worried something bad and embarrassing had happened. But before she could contemplate the thought very far he pulled himself from her mouth with a soft murmur of love filled words and gentle hands.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. There, he lay her down and stood removing his clothing.
He lay down next to her and slowly unhooked her hose and rolled each silky nylon down her small legs while flicking teasing fingers over the flesh and making her impulsively jerk further into his hand. Then he kissed her toes and moved through the instep of her foot up her ankle and leg. Jolene giggled against his tickling lips that sent an equal measure of heat.
"You are laughing at me now are you" He touched her eyes with his blue fire.
Jolene pulled her fingers through is thick hair. "No, it feels wonderful."
He laughed softly and continued his lip-hot journey to the top of her thigh. Once he arrived at her panties he eased her legs apart and touched her very wet lacy confection with a deep sigh. "You are, Jolene, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And look there, yer ready and waiting for me."
"I didn't mean to pee my pants, honest," she said earnestly trying to sit up.
Patrick pressed her back to the cool soft bed laughing softly. "My beautiful ..." He pressed his lips to the soft red hair at the junction of her legs pulling apart the dampness with his tongue. Jolene squealed loud and grabbed the sheets....
"Ooohhh."
His fingers danced on her puckered, aching nipples while his mouth sent her to crying like a cat mewling in the field....she helplessly tilted her hips to his mouth.
"Please Patrick. Oh I cannot stand it."
He chuckled sensual darkness...his breath teased her flesh while he continued her along to a sobbing cliff of which she recklessly threw herself over with screams while her fingers twisted in the sheets.
When the world left her behind moaning and pressing against his dark magic she did not even know who she was.
Before she returned to her senses, he plunged into her deeply leaving her with cries that echoed out of the opened French doors. His purple eyes reached inside of her, pulling her into his storm.
Patrick's raw need, like the stallion in the field, was etched in his face and blowing through his nostrils. He loomed above her and the mad lust was told in the muted breath and guttural groans of his increasing deep strokes.
He pressed harder, faster and deeper and Jolene met his strokes with erratic mad thrusts of need.
"Come for me Jolene," he whispered against her ear.
His thrusts increased, deepened and pressed harder, sucking the breath out of her while building her again to ecstasy. Jolene gripped his back with her nails and screamed with a bursting release that left her shuddering and convulsing in a haze of pleasure.
Nothing...nothing had ever felt like this.
Her body shook in the aftermath. He lay on top of her whispering words of love and dark- naughty-moonshine words that started the heat pulsing through her veins again.
The wind blew the white curtains. She could hear the soft rain outside hitting the streets of Paris.
Tears from heaven....tears of joy. Tears of unbelievable joy.....
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"Wake up Princess...my lady bride. We have a whole lifetime to sleep. I want you to see Paris."
Angel Gabrielle woke her up to a bright sunny morning in Paris. Tea in bed...a chocolate croissant.....
And so….the little girl with freckles and hair the color of fire did grow up.
And just as she vowed on that long ago day in the terrible storm where she lost everything….she never sold Dancer's Dream's son Storm…
She took him to the Derby and he won the Triple Crown…
The dream of her father.
She got her farm back.
And married the handsome Earl who gave her a long and happy life filled with children and love.
The dream of her mother.
She got back all that was lost just as she vowed she would when her world crumbled around her and gained love that lasted a lifetime.
The Patriot Guard did come and circle the flag pole but it was not in protest. They raised the flags in honor of Bernie, Flint, Timmy, Tommy, Doug and Mitch.
Jolene got her very own motorcycle with flags painted on the gas tank....so she could ride too.
Jolene was very happy and made Patrick very happy too...
And they lived happily ever after.
Other Books By Rebecca Mance:
The Letter (American Royalty Book 1)
Iron Horse King (American Royalty Book 2)
The Chosen One
Also please see the inspiration of this author's life. Her Dearest Granny, Mary Margarette Donnelly-Hill..vignettes, "Moonshine, Mountains an d Memories of My Grandmother."