“Angel … I need you! Help me, Baby. Get those shorts off!”
She did not need to be asked twice and with a few twists and turns and moans with Paul still suckling loudly on her nipples she pulled her shorts and panties off. She took hold of his belt and opened it frantically while he unzipped himself and then he was there, pressing against her quivering sheath. They both looked down and groaned as Paul lifted Alexandra slightly and then lowered her onto his shaft. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she slowly took more and more of him. He held his breath and closed his eyes.
God … he could not wait for the day she would be ready to take all of him. His need to feel her all around him, throbbed in his groin.
“Honey … Oh Lord, I missed you!”
He started thrusting then, so hard and fast she bobbed in front of him, until she clamped her legs tighter and started thrashing wildly. He felt the pressure building like a lightning wave and he knew he was going to climax hard. He kicked Lancelot in the side and he took off in a gallop. Alexandra screeched at the added sensation of the deep thrusts inside her with every upward movement of Lancelot’s gallop. He increased his speed and so did Paul. Alexandra felt her whole body catching fire and she screamed as her climax turned her whole body into a clasping muscle. She exploded and felt Paul’s heated release shoot deep inside her. Her entire body shuddered in response.
Paul shouted through his release and desperately brought Lancelot to a halt, gripping Alexandra tight against him, shuddering through the last of his orgasm. They were breathless and Alexandra was wrapped around him, encapsulating him within her heat, arms and legs. He tenderly stroked her back and her buttocks and pressed her harder against him.
“God, Angel … that was the best ride I have ever had on Lancelot!”
She giggled and kissed him sensually in his neck.
“I would not mind if you got him in a gentle walk right about now … ooohhh … yeesss!”
The rolling sensation of the horse beneath them caused a further lazy friction inside her. She unwrapped her arms and put her hands behind her on Lancelot’s neck and arched her back, her breasts bobbing with the movement, in a silent invitation. Paul lapped at her nipples and growled against her breast with the pleasure her wantonness brought him
“Honey … please … oohhh … you do that sooo … hmmm.”
He pushed her breasts together; she cried and moaned uncontrollably as he made them his. He licked across them, stabbed at the hard nubs, sucked both into his mouth and nibbled and bit them, until she was writhing against him with need. He lifted her off his shaft and pushed her back against him. She protested loudly. He ignored her and continued with an even wilder onslaught on her breasts. The openness around them adding to the excitement of her enjoyment in his ministrations.
Alexandra was mindless with need, yet Paul refused to give her more than his attention to her breasts. She begged and tried to push his hand to her clit, but he refused. She screamed with frustration when he leaned back and slowly pulled her bra and top back into place.
“You … can’t! This is cruel!”
He smiled at her wickedly and pushed his still hard shaft back into his jeans and zipped it closed.
“Where’s your shorts, Angel.”
She glowered at him.
“You’re not serious!”
“I have some serious plans for us for tonight, Angel. Satisfying you now, would put a bit of a damper on them. So, either get into your shorts, or I am going to keep stimulating your clit until tonight, without any relief!”
“You would not dare!”
He lifted her and turned her around facing forward. He hooked her legs over his spreading her wide open and kicked Lancelot into a trot. His fingers immediately found her clit and he started rubbing and stroking. She moaned and pressed against his hand. Her climax hovering on the brink. Paul felt the little nub tightening and he stopped. Alexandra screamed. He waited a few seconds and started again. When he stopped the third time she cried and tried to close her legs, pulling at his hand.
“No Professor, you did not heed my warning, now you will suffer the consequences!”
“Please honey! I am sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
He ignored her and brought her to the edge of climax thrice more, before he took pity on her and growled in her ear, his own need riding him hard.
“Are you ready to get dressed now, Professor?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Are you sure, Angel?”
“You are a medieval torturer! YES!”
She groped around and found her panties and shorts where they were she stuffed them in under Paul’s leg. She twisted and nearly fell off Lancelot putting them on.
“Do you need my help, Angel?”
“NO! Just keep your hands to yourself!”
He chuckled and looked around for Samsonite. They found him grazing a few hundred meters back and Paul set Lancelot to a trot towards him. He lifted Alexandra effortlessly back on Samsonite’s back. He held onto her waist and warned her roughly.
“You are going back to the cabin with me, Angel. Don’t let me chase after you. You are staying with me tonight.”
She snorted and took the reins and scowled at him.
“Yes master. Whatever you say master!”
He chuckled and let her go. By the time they arrived at the cabin Samuel was gone. Paul found a note on the table indicating that he went home so the two of them could have the privacy of the cabin for the night. He would return by eleven the following morning.
“Now you see … that is how one does it! You don’t just up and disappear without a word! Why? Why did you just leave this morning without telling me? I assume you are going to be here for a week again?”
He tried to pull her closer, but she snapped at him and walked to the other side of the table, waiting with crossed arms. Paul sighed. He did not even have an excuse.
“Did you forget?”
“No, I … dammit woman, I was annoyed!”
“And that is reason enough to run out on me?”
“Run out … I did not run out on you! I just had to get away to find some relief!”
“Relief? If I am such an annoyance to you, Shuttle, I will move back to the hotel immediately! You are the one that forced me to move in with you!”
“Bloody hell! I had to get away, Alexandra, because if I came across you and Brett hugging each other again I would probably murder him!”
“Don’t be ridiculous! We work together!”
“And he has seen and touched you more than I have over the past two weeks!”
“Why did you not say something?”
“Angel, you have worked long hours. I knew you were tired and would not make additional demands on top of that.”
“For a clever man, that was a really stupid decision! That still is no reason to just leave! You made me feel … unwanted … as if my feelings don’t matter!”
“You are right. I am a stupid man! It will never happen again, my love.”
“It better not, Shuttle. I was serious when I said I will not be there the next time you leave me like that.”
“Then I’ll just have to come and get you, won’t I.”
Chapter Fourteen
They prepared dinner together amidst a lot of laughter, hugs and kisses. For the first time in two weeks they were totally relaxed. Paul undertook to do the dishes while Alexandra took a shower. She wrapped herself in a large white fluffy towel and stepped into the den.
Paul’s heart missed a beat. No matter how often he saw her, she always took his breath away, especially fresh from a bath or shower, just like this. Her hair wet and hanging down her back, her shoulders and arms still glittering with water drops and that smile. A small, shy yet secretive little smile.
He walked closer. He lowered his head slowly and licked the water drops from her shoulder.
“Hmm … your turn. I hope I did not use all the hot water.”
“I am so hot al
ready, Angel, my body will heat the water!”
She giggled and he disappeared into the bathroom. She walked onto the porch and sat down on the large patio bed and leaned back stretching her legs out. It was so peaceful and beautiful. Paul appeared in the doorway wearing only a towel around his hips.
He picked Alexandra up, sat down and leaned back with her on his lap. She turned on her side and stretched her legs out alongside his, with her head on his shoulders.
“It is so beautiful here. We should come here more often. Perhaps install a Jacuzzi.”
“Now that, my darling, is a brilliant idea!”
He played with the edge of her towel and the next moment pulled it from her body and threw it over the back of the chair.
“Paul! I can’t sit here naked in the open!”
“Why not? It is just you and I. The Stallions are all in their pen at the back. They can’t even see.”
His wicked fingers found her breasts and drew slow circles all around her nipples and they pebbled into hard nubs at the second sweep.
“Hmmm … you are a wicked man!”
“I want them in my mouth, Angel. Give them to me, Baby!”
She scooted up higher onto his lap and lifted her arm closest to him over her head. She twisted her torso and offered him her breast. He looked down and then back up at her.
“I’m waiting, Baby.”
She groaned, twisted and straddled him, moving up till she sat on his torso. She leaned forward slowly and grabbed the top end of the chair. He watched her with narrowed eyes. Her breasts swinging just short of his mouth. She slid her sheath that were against his torso slowly higher, grinding her clit against his hard stomach and gasped. She leaned forward and pressed her one nipple against his lips. They closed around the aching tip slowly, tugging and releasing, tugging and releasing until she moaned with need.
“Give me the other one.”
She eagerly swopped and pressed the other against his lips and groaned in frustration when he repeated the unsatisfying caress.
“Paul … it’s not enough honey!”
“It’s not? What more do you want, Angel?”
“Suckle them, take them deep, nibble and bite them!”
“Hmmm … what are you prepared to give me in return, Angel?” He continued to tug on her nipples.
“Paul! Anything! Please!”
“Hm hmm. That’s not how it works, Baby. You have to offer on your own accord. And … it must be worth my while …” He still tugged lazily on her nipples.
“I will share your shower every morning and wash you … from top to bottom for a whole week.”
His heart missed a beat. He has been wanting the intimacy of sharing her bath or shower, but wanted her to take the first step.
“Hmm … that would be enough for sucking one breast.”
“Okay … a month!”
“Two breasts.”
“For as long as you want me too!”
That bought her what she needed and she cried in pleasure when he immediately pulled the nipple he was tugging on deep into his mouth and suckled, pulling at it as he suckled. His fingers rolled and tweaked the other. He swopped breasts and offered it the same. When he started to nibble and bite them her body sizzled with the intensity of the pleasure that rushed through her. Her continued gasps and cries filled the hot Kentucky sky. She gyrated urgently against him and cried when he clamped his hands on her hips to keep them from moving.
“Please honey! I am burning up!”
“What do you need, Angel?”
“My clit … I need your fingers on my clit.”
He pushed her back and down so she sat up on his lap. He spread her legs wide and separated her folds with his one hand and placed his fingers against her clit.
“Like this?”
“More! You know what I need! Stroke me!”
“Hm Hmmm. Still don’t realize how this works, Angel?”
“No Paul! Please! I’ll do anything you want! Just please …”
“Hm hmmm.”
“I’ll bring you breakfast in bed!”
He laughed with so much mirth she could not hold back her own smile. He smiled at her.
“Breakfast in bed is not one of the important things I want from you, Angel. Try again.”
His fingers twitched on her clit and she moaned as if in pain. Her core was hurting, she was in so much need.
“I will caress your shaft every night until you beg me to stop.”
His fingers stroked slowly up and down her clit and she cried out with pleasure. She lifted on her knees to give him more space and he drew tight circles around her clit, over and over, pinching it softly and then stroking over it. She threw her head back and moaned.
“I need more, Honey!”
“What do you need, Angel?”
“I … need your mouth … sucking, nibbling my clit and then your tongue inside me … deep inside me! Please Paul!”
“Hm hmmm. That is a big order, Baby. A real big order.”
“I am willing to trade big for it, honey. But all these trades goes both ways. What I offer is in trade for what you give me now and every time I give you yours.”
“Obviously, Angel.”
“I will pleasure you with my mouth. Kiss your shaft, lick it and pull it into my mouth and make you come for me.”
“Jeezu woman!”
She was toppled on her back so quickly she gasped and then she cried out and arched her back when his lips closed over her clit and he sucked on it greedily. He plunged a finger inside her and immediately another and thrust in and out causing her core to clench with pleasure. His tongue swirled around the tip of her clit and combined with the sucking she felt the heat swirl across her whole body in preparation of her climax. She held her breath and screamed his name when he pulled his mouth away and his fingers from inside her. He drew his tongue tortuously slowly over her cleft and speared inside, twirling it inside her walls, sucking her juices. His fingers found her clit and he stroked it sensually. He found her G-spot with his tongue and he stroked it continuously and she thrashed against his mouth. Again he pulled from her just as she started to climax.
“Please Paul! Take me! Take me now!”
“Hm hmmm. That is an even bigger order, Angel. Do you have anything left to top what you just offered?”
He hovered over her, spreading her thighs wide apart. He ripped the towel from his waist. He pressed his shaft against her sheath, slowly rubbing up and down her clit … waiting. His breath held hostage in anticipation in his lungs.
“I … will take all of you … no more holding back! I want all of you inside me! Every time, all the time!”
His breath exploded from his lungs and he closed his eyes. He got more than he expected and he looked into her eyes.
“Are you sure, Angel? You know how big I am. You’ve only taken just over half of me. I don’t want …”
“You accepted all my other offerings, why do you question this one? Please, I know I can take you! I was made to take you … only you. Please Paul. Give me … you!”
He dropped his head and pulled her nipple into his mouth, suckling greedily and loudly. He immediately swopped to the other and she cried at his obvious enjoyment of her breasts. His fingers fondled and stroked her clit and briefly dipped inside, teasing, enticing and driving her crazy. He stood on his knees and pulled her hips up to his. He slowly pushed forward, entering her with one stroke to the depth he has gone till now. He stroked her clit, circling it slowly, dipping his finger inside her next to his shaft and drew it back over her clit, wetting it with her own juices. She keened and her head moved from one side to the other.
“Look at me, Angel.”
He lifted her one leg and pushed it up against her side as high as it could go. She panted, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. Paul leaned forward and pressed his shaft slowly deeper, watching her eyes. They widened and darkened. He stopped and she panted. She clutched his hips in her hands and gasped.
> “Honey, please give me more! Don’t stop until you’re in all the way.”
He pushed deeper and rolled his hips slowly. This time he kept pushing deeper and only stopped when she winced. Alexandra felt him against every muscle inside her. He filled every crevice in her channel and she was stretched wide to accommodate him. She felt slightly uncomfortable, her vulnerability suddenly scaring her. She was giving him everything by doing this and he knew it. Her body relaxed around him and she could breathe again. She rotated her hips against him and he plunged in hard all the way. She cried out and panted. Her eyes wide and uncertainty flashed in their depths.
Would he take all of this from her and in the end break her heart? Then she blinked her eyes and all he saw was acceptance and desire. Her cry still concerned him though.
“Does it hurt much, Angel?”
“No, it was just the shock to feel you against my womb; it feels wonderful! I can’t wait to feel you thrusting into me this deep over and over again. I am burning up, honey. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Her pleading voice, destroyed any control he still had over his rampaging need. He has never been this deep inside any woman and the feeling crippled him. She gripped him as tight as a custom made glove. He pulled back and then plunged hard all the way back in. Alexandra gasped and cried at the intensity of the friction inside her. From there he lost it and plundered into her with an uncontrolled and desperate ferocity. Alexandra thrashed against him and screamed as a climax ripped through her so hard she felt brittle. Paul’s tempo increased, his body tense, his face rigid and all Alexandra could do was hold on, trying to ride through her climax that just would not recede.
Paul thrust even harder thrice more and then stiffened and bore forward and slammed her hard onto the bed. His head was thrown back, his neck straining with the intensity of his release, that shot hot and deep against Alexandra’s cervix. She cried as her climax culminated into an uncontrolled and continuous squirt. She panted and panicked when she could not draw a breath and clawed at Paul’s arms. He lifted his head and stopped moving inside her, amazed as he felt the continuous contractions still clutching her body in its grips.
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