Seduced by a Stallion

by Deborah Fletcher Mello

  Chapter 16

  The lush landscape of the rooftop gardens featured white and lavender spray roses, full-size gerbera daisies, trailing lantana, verdant hydrangea, dense evergreens, wisteria, which covered arched trellises, and twinkling white lights, which cast a romantic glow against the dark sky. A king-size bed adorned in luxurious white bedding sat in the center of the space. And smack-dab in the center of the bed, Katrina reclined in nothing but black lace. The view was magnificent.

  Suddenly unnerved, Matthew tossed a quick glance over his left shoulder before stepping through the glass doors. He felt as if he’d fallen into the rabbit hole, completely lost in the looking glass of his very own private Garden of Eden. The moment was almost surreal, and Matthew suddenly prayed that if it all were a dream, he do nothing that would render him awake anytime soon.

  Katrina’s coquettish expression was teasing. She smiled seductively, biting down against her bottom lip. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she crooked her index finger and gestured for him to come to her. Time seemed to stand still as Matthew slowly closed the short expanse of space between them. He came to a halt at the foot of the bed, his gaze locked with hers. Never before had he seen anything more beautiful.

  Katrina was the epitome of elegance and grace. She was also quite the temptress as she pursed her lips in a seductive pout, her tongue peeking ever so slightly past her lips. Her haunting eyes were luring him into a deep spell, and Matthew could feel himself losing full and total control to her. The intensity of the moment was almost unbearable. It felt as if a torch had ignited beneath his feet, the wealth of heat causing him to break out in a cold sweat. An erection lengthened like a steel rod between his legs, the weight of it pressing tight against his inner pant leg.

  Moving up on her knees, Katrina crawled toward him. She extended her hand out to touch his upper thigh. Her fingers slid slowly up to his waist and the black leather belt that held up his slacks. She continued her climb until she could wrap her arms around his neck, her torso pressing tight to his. He could feel the protrusion of her nipples pressing against his chest, the rock-hard candies teasing him even more.

  Katrina pressed her mouth to his, kissing him hungrily. The urgency of it took his breath away. The connection felt like forever, neither one of them wanting to let go. When she finally drew back, he met her gaze, every ounce of his emotion still swimming in her dark eyes.

  “Very nice,” Matthew muttered against her lips, his warm breath blowing against her skin. “Very, very, very nice.”

  Katrina purred softly, the low hum like a mating call commanding his full and undivided attention. Matthew pulled at the knot that held his necktie in place, loosening it and the top buttons of his dress shirt. Katrina smiled seductively, her hands moving his out of the way as she finished unbuttoning the rest of the pearl-toned buttons to expose his broad chest. A light tuft of black hair peppered the expanse of dark chocolate skin. Katrina drew her fingers over the strands, her manicured nails caressing him gingerly. Her lips followed, trailing damp kisses across his flesh. Matthew shivered, a rush of cold shimmying up his spine.

  He dipped his head down and, before she could protest, kissed her. It was gentle at first, flesh lightly caressing flesh, and then Katrina opened her mouth to him, searching out his tongue with her own. Matthew felt as if a volcano had erupted, waves of heat washing down over the two of them.

  He clasped her face between the palms of his hands, his thumbs caressing each of her cheeks. Katrina reached a palm around the back of his neck, her fingers stroking the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss.

  Before he realized it, Matthew had lost his clothes, his shirt and necktie discarded on the floor. Moments later the barrier that was their clothing proved too much for them both, and they gave in to the urgent need to feel skin against skin fueled by ravenous desire. Katrina had pulled at the zipper of his slacks and had loosened his belt to free him. Belt and pants were tangled around his feet. His erection tented the front of his silk boxers. There was no denying the obvious yearning that had surged with a vengeance between them.

  “You know you’re torturing me, don’t you?” Matthew said, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso.

  Katrina hugged him close, enjoying the sensation of his broad chest pressing tight to her breasts, her nipples kissing him through the sheer lace bra she wore. She laughed softly. The lilt of it was intoxicating, and he felt as if he would come out of his skin if he couldn’t have her.

  She pressed her hands to his shoulders, silently urging him to sit down on the edge of the bed. The excitement was almost too much for Matthew to bear, and he felt his manhood twitch in anticipation, his heartbeat throbbing in the length of flesh.

  As she pulled him back against the mattress top, all he could think of was how much he wanted her. He slid his arms around her thin waist, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass as his mouth laid claim to hers. The feel of Katrina reclined against him was intense, and she moaned her own pleasure against his full lips. He slid his hands up the length of her back, kneading and caressing her warm flesh. He tugged at the clasp to her bra, the hooks tearing from the fabric. One hand snaked into the length of her hair, tangling with the strands as he continued the ardent kiss. Their tongues were tangled, as well, and both of them felt as if they had stopped breathing.

  Katrina drew back to take a deep breath, and as Matthew blew a gust of air out of his own lungs, she locked her gaze with his. Both were panting heavily as she kissed a path along his jawline, over the curve of his dimpled cheeks, up to his forehead and down to the tip of his nose. She nipped lightly at his ear, flicking her tongue along the curve of his earlobe before plunging it deep into his ear canal.

  Matthew moaned loudly, the sound vibrating through the late-night air. His body quivered with pure, unadulterated lust. He shifted beneath her until Katrina was straddling him, her legs wrapped around his thighs, the cushion of her mons tight against his throbbing organ.

  Snatching what was left of her brassiere from around her, Matthew cupped both of her breasts, running his thumbs across her nipples. Katrina reciprocated with a slow grind of her pelvis against his protruding member. Lifting himself up, Matthew sucked one rock-candy nipple into his mouth as his fingers teased the other. Katrina clutched at him, throwing her head back as her nails dug into his flesh. As he suckled one breast and then the other, a wave of electric spasms pulsated through her body.

  Katrina suddenly wanted him more than she had ever wanted any man. The wanting actually hurt, the ache of it the sweetest sensation she’d ever known. She imagined that if Matthew didn’t touch her any more that night, she would combust, the heat swelling within her so intense that it literally took her breath away. She was panting heavily, and Matthew seemed to sense her desperation.

  He hugged her tightly, pressing his face into her neck as he muttered her name against her skin. With a quick spin, Katrina found herself on her back, Matthew hovering above her, his weight resting on his forearms. He leaned in to give her a quick kiss before pulling his body upward and away. A wave of cool air wafted between them, and Katrina didn’t like anything about the sensation. She wanted his heat, Stallion heat, and she wanted it right then.

  “Where are you going?” she asked as she reached a hand out to draw him back to her.

  Matthew smiled, a broad grin filling his face. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he said with a soft chuckle as he reached for his suit jacket and the leather billfold concealed in the inner pocket. When he drew his hand back, a gold-foiled condom rested in his palm.

  Dipping his hands into the waistband of his boxers, Matthew slid them over his hips, dropped them to his feet and kicked them out of his way. Katrina’s mouth dropped open, her eyes widening in sheer awe. She lifted her eyes to his. His expression teasing, he shifted his gaze downward and she followed it, noticing the significant length of m
anhood between his legs twitching for attention.

  As he dropped back down on the bed, tearing at the wrapper to expose the prophylactic inside, Katrina couldn’t resist taking him into the palm of her hand. The elongated organ was a thing of sheer beauty, a luscious dark chocolate lollipop, pure, delectable candy. She shifted her gaze to his face and saw that Matthew sat with his eyes closed tight, pleasure washing over his expression as she stroked him. She pushed and pulled at him, enjoying the feel of him in her hand. He was rock hard, of substantial size, and seemed to grow even larger under her ministrations.

  Pressing a palm into the center of his chest, Katrina pushed Matthew down on the bed, pulling the condom from his fingers. As he watched, amusement dancing in his eyes, she sheathed him slowly.

  Reaching for his hand, Katrina braced herself as she lifted her body above his. As he stared up at her, his lustful expression danced with hers. Her breasts swayed for attention just out of his reach, and when he lifted his torso to grasp them, Katrina lifted her foot and pushed him back down against the mattress. Her manicured toes tapped lightly against his chest as she allowed her foot to rest there. Matthew grinned broadly.

  Katrina refused to wait one more minute. She’d waited too many years for an opportunity to be with a man who had her heart and soul. She wanted Matthew to know her like no other man since her late husband had known her.

  Easing her lace panties down, she stepped out of them, balancing herself cautiously on one foot, and then the other, as Matthew’s extended arms kept her from falling. Sliding down, Katrina straddled his body, and when her pelvis was just millimeters from meeting his, Matthew slipped one hand between her legs, the other clasping her buttocks. Her breath caught deep in her throat as he teased her femininity, his fingers dancing a waltz against her most private place. His touch was heated, the lingering strokes making her moist.

  Her breathing erratic, she dropped her torso on his. She could feel herself about to explode, the sensation so intense that Katrina wanted to scream out loud. With no other thought, she lifted herself slightly above the erection that was dancing at the door to her secret garden, then plunged her body down hard against his, wrapping her flesh tight around his. The moment was sheer magic.

  When Matthew felt himself glide deep into Katrina, the satin softness of her body like a vise clamp caressing every inch of him, his mind turned to incoherent mush. His body was awash with flames, nerve endings erupting with each stroke and grind against his pelvis. The sensations were overwhelming, rocketing him skyward. Unable to contain himself, he lifted his hips to meet her thrusts as she rode his manhood.

  Stroke for stroke the couple savored the intense sensations. Lifting his torso, Matthew sat upright, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Katrina clutched him tightly as he grabbed her buttocks with one hand, the other hand gliding the length of her back as she rocked against him. Slipping his fingers into her hair, he teased the nape of her neck as he kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers.

  Grabbing her knees, Matthew shifted her legs until they were wrapped tightly around his waist. With both of his hands he pushed and pulled at her behind, gliding himself in and out of her body. His expression was one of pure ecstasy.

  Air caught deep in Katrina’s chest. It felt as if they were climbing a mountain, the apex just an arm’s length away. Together she and Matthew raced to the summit, anxious to throw themselves into a free fall, and then everything exploded, both their bodies bursting with sheer joy. As they climaxed together, holding tightly to each other, Katrina screamed his name and Matthew chanted hers over and over again.

  * * *

  The sun had begun a slow ascent into the early morning sky. The temperate morning air hinted at a pleasant day on the horizon, sunshine and warmth on order for the day. Matthew lay sprawled across the mattress, staring up through the lush landscape to the sky above. Beside him, Katrina slept soundly, her naked body curled against his, her head cradled in the crook of his arm. She appeared comfortable and content, the hint of a smile pulling at her lush lips, and the sight of her brought a smile to his own face.

  Matthew shifted onto his side. Still in the throes of slumber, Katrina seemed to sense his movement and she shifted with him as he wrapped his body around hers. He looped an arm over her waist and pulled her tightly to him, her buttocks snuggled in the curve of his crotch. Her nakedness pressed against his own sent a shiver of heat through his groin, a morning erection springing to life.

  He chuckled softly, amused that there was any life at all left in his body. He and Katrina had made love over and over for hours, exploring every nook and crevice of each other’s bodies. After he’d pulled the last condom from his pocket, they had opened a new box Katrina had purchased specifically for the two of them and had proceeded to christen the velvet-upholstered chaise in the other room. Matthew didn’t think any corner of the sizable suite had gone unexplored.

  With a gentle hand he brushed away the spray of hair that had fallen over her shoulder. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he pressed a damp kiss against the soft flesh, allowing his lips to linger there as he blew warm breath against her skin. Katrina snuggled closer to his touch, grinding her buttocks against his rising member.

  Slinking down the length of her body, Matthew pressed kisses across the expanse of her back, the length of her arm, her elbow and the curve above her buttocks. Katrina opened her eyes slowly, relishing the warmth of his touch, which was pulling her from her sleep. Memories of her night with Matthew flashed through her mind like snapshots taken with a digital camera. They were vivid and exciting, and as Matthew kissed and then nipped at one butt cheek and then the other, she felt a familiar tingling starting to dance in her feminine quadrant.

  “Good morning,” she said softly, a low moan easing past her lips.

  Matthew nipped her other cheek, then slowly licked the spot where he had bitten. “Yes, it is,” he said, his voice a loud whisper.

  Matthew nudged her, moving her to roll over onto her back as he lifted her leg up and over his head. He kissed and nibbled at the soft tissue of her inner thighs. Katrina was fully awake now, naked and wanting, as she lay spread before him. Anticipation blanketed her body, heat rushing through each one of her nerve endings. She wanted him to taste her, and she said so, imploring him to touch her before she exploded.

  Matthew teased her instead, still slowly brushing his lips over her skin, his tongue drawing little circles on her inner thighs. She opened herself wider, bending her knees ever so slightly as she spread her legs open even more.

  Matthew shifted his body up, sliding right between her thighs. Katrina had risen up on her elbows, eyeing him anxiously, and he met her gaze, his stare teasing. Leaning forward, he flicked the tip of his tongue across the swollen nub, causing Katrina to cry out from the touch. Matthew grinned widely as he looked up to see her toss her head back. He moved his attention back to her skin, biting gently against the hollow of her pelvis. Katrina slid her hands along the sides of his head and arched into him, silently begging him to return to the wetness between her thighs.

  Resisting the temptation, Matthew pulled back, lifting one leg to kiss the back of her knee and then the other. He dropped her legs over his shoulders as he crawled back up her body. When his broad chest pressed against her throbbing love button, Katrina’s breath caught deep in her chest. His hands pushed against her inner thighs, spreading her open even farther, and then he pushed his tongue into her belly button and gave it a slight swirl. Katrina wiggled anxiously beneath him, and he smiled, his mouth still pressed against her skin.

  Katrina murmured his name, calling him as if in prayer. The tension in her body was winding tighter and tighter as his lips moved up her torso until he reached her breasts. His tongue lapped at both her nipples, sending a wave of pleasure straight through her. He tightened his lips around her nipple and suckled eagerly. It was almost too much as
she felt her whole body give way, her hands clutching the sheet beneath them. His tongue was hot, the nipple caught between his teeth, and she moaned loudly, her hips thrusting up hard against him. As she did, Matthew slid a hand between their two bodies, his fingers slipping past the petals of her secret garden to burrow deep inside her. He stroked her inner walls, and Katrina could feel herself contracting like a vise around his fingers as she ground her pelvis against his palm.

  Matthew began a slow retreat down her body, planting a trail of delicate kisses against her skin. Katrina’s movements became more erratic with each pass of his tongue, her body quivering with excitement.

  As he settled back between her legs, guiding her thighs back over his shoulders, Katrina felt as if she were about to implode, the sweltering heat simmering inside her about to combust. It was almost too much to handle. “Oh, Matthew,” she gasped through clenched teeth.

  Katrina glistened in the early morning light, beads of wetness moistening her feminine petals. Taking in the sight of her, Matthew felt his erection stiffen more, and suddenly he wanted to taste her. Leaning in, he caught the essence of her nectar on his tongue. Katrina cried out as he pushed forward, thrusting his tongue deep inside of her. She lifted her legs even higher, her hips automatically tilting up to give him better access. Her hands pressed against the mattress top as she pushed herself even farther into his mouth. She planted her feet against the top of his shoulders as he serviced her with his tongue, the wave of sensations overwhelming.

  Lifting herself back up on her elbows, she eyed him with a narrowed gaze. She wanted to say something, but her words were lost. Katrina couldn’t focus on anything but the tremors of sheer passion sweeping through her.

  Matthew buried his face between her thighs, his tongue thrusting into her as deeply as he could manage. Katrina was moaning in sync with his tongue, her words incoherent to him. Matthew could sense that she was ready to fall off that edge and so he pulled back. Katrina’s juices painted his face, moisture beading on the new facial hair that had sprouted above his lip and beneath his chin.