Forever a Stallion

by Deborah Fletcher Mello

  If they were moving too fast, she didn’t want to be the one initiating the race. Mason seemed content to let her set the pace, and Phaedra didn’t want to rush if it were at all possible for the two of them to be thinking about forever with each other. Because Phaedra found herself thinking about forever with Mason Boudreaux.

  Phaedra stepped out of her clothes, tossing her dress over a chair and kicking her shoes into a corner. She dropped down against the feathered mattress, her hands resting against her upper thighs. Music played softly from speakers in the wall, a slow, erotic tune with a deep, sultry base. The song seemed to have a certain power over her, the seductive lyrics and entrancing beat making her want to dance and make love all at the same time. Her body tingled, heat beginning to creep from her southern quadrant as she swayed from side to side.

  Outside, a loud splash of water drew her attention. Phaedra moved to the open window to peer outside. Beneath the glow of moonlight she couldn’t miss Mason, the man having dropped down into the lagoon for a late night swim. The water around him glistened, shimmering from the reflection of the light above as his muscular body floated atop the watery bed. Intoxicated by the music and wanting more from the man who had her full attention, Phaedra stepped out of her panties, took a deep breath, then headed out the door.

  Mason was taken by surprise when Phaedra stepped out onto the edge of the dock. She was as naked as the day she’d been born. He’d been swimming laps between their two bungalows and when he saw her he stopped midstroke and began to tread water, taking a moment to appreciate the gorgeous sight as she posed seductively in front of him.

  Phaedra loved the cool sensation of fresh air on her exposed breasts, the dark chocolate areolas surrounding candy-hard nipples. A breeze blew like a fine mist between her legs, moisture beginning to pool between her creases. But the intense sensations were nothing compared to what she felt when she saw the look on Mason’s face, the man looking as if he were experiencing the single greatest moment of his life.

  Neither spoke, but there was no denying the rise of wanting that was spiraling between them. Even beneath the blanket of cool water, Mason’s muscles tightened, blood surging with a vengeance below his waist. His erection stretched full and hard, feeling as if it might explode if he even thought about the woman. He bit down against his bottom lip, wanting to still the rise of nature between his muscular legs.

  Holding on to the wooden ladder that dropped into the natural pool, Phaedra slowly eased her body into the water to join him. The chill of the moisture did nothing to ease the heat that was consuming her. Phaedra wanted him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted any man in her life, and if that made her fast, she thought, then she was past ready to set a new record.

  Mason swam toward her as she moved into his arms. He wrapped one arm around her waist as he maneuvered her against the dock where he could grab on to the structure with his other hand. The light floral scent of her perfume surrounded him, blending with the sweet ocean air. He seized her mouth hungrily, barely daring to believe that this moment had finally arrived. His mouth clung to hers, and he felt her tongue meet his own, the two dancing deep in her mouth. Tasting the sweet fullness of her lips, Mason couldn’t help biting down on her bottom lip, then nibbling on her top lip. Their kiss was heated and intense, just a semblance of the hunger they had for each other.

  Yearning for more, Mason braced himself against the wooden steps as Phaedra wrapped her legs around his waist. She pressed her pelvis against the length of his manhood and it took everything he had not to explode from the connection. His mouth did a nosedive and landed smack on her nipple, greedily sucking and tugging and pulling at her with his teeth and lips. Phaedra let out a loud gasp, the sound resonating between a moan and a scream. It was almost too much for her to bear as his hands followed his mouth, kneading and pulling at the fleshy tissue.

  The duo dropped beneath the water. They both held their breaths, lost in the sensations of his touch and hers as they clung to each other. It was eerily quiet, their beating hearts all either of them could hear above the swell of the ocean. When they resurfaced, the sounds of their desire rose to a crescendo that echoed through the night air.

  “We need protection,” Mason whispered, thinking of a prophylactic before the moment consumed them and he wouldn’t be able to think of anything except the pleasure the two were intent on giving each other.

  Phaedra nodded as he lifted her from the water, setting her easily atop the wooden platform. He lifted his body from the water, reached for her hand and led her back inside his bungalow. Inside, he snatched the bed’s coverings and tossed them to the floor. Lifting her into his arms, Mason kissed her again as he laid her gently down against the mattress. His swimming trunks tented eagerly between them.

  “Do you really want me, Phaedra?” he questioned, stopping to stare down at her.

  Phaedra responded by pulling him back to her, her mouth dancing like silk against his. Inhaling her scent, Mason ran the tip of his nose up and down the side of Phaedra’s neck, then did the same with his lips and then his fingers. Goose bumps rose against Phaedra’s damp skin as he teased her feminine spirit. His kisses became more and more intense until he was gently sucking on her neck, his teeth lightly biting her soft, pliant throat until tiny little marks began to rise against her flesh. Beyond any doubt he knew that she was his, and he couldn’t help wanting to mark her and stake his territory.

  Beneath him Phaedra was slowly grinding her pelvis against the rigid hardness between his legs. She reached her hands around his torso and raked her nails down the length of his back. It was the sweetest pleasure and most delightful pain. Snaking her way down into his wet swim trunks, she pushed the garment off the firm globes of his behind, squeezing and kneading the taut flesh.

  Her touch was too much for him to handle. Every muscle ached with wanting for her. Mason lifted his body from hers and moved to the dresser and the leather toiletry bag that rested atop the marble surface. Pulling a condom from the side pocket of the leather case, Mason tore the cellophane pack open with his teeth, then rolled the rubber over his protruding member. Dropping his body back down against hers, Mason drew a slow path against her skin as he kissed her stomach, sinking his tongue into her belly button. Phaedra pulled her fingers across his cropped hair, the silky curls tickling her skin.

  She was grinding unabashedly as he kissed his way back to her breasts, suckling one and then the other, then biting the skin beneath her chin, until he reached her mouth and kissed her, his tongue darting back and forth with hers.

  Mason grabbed one of her hands and then the other, pulling her arms high above her head. Phaedra gasped as he eased himself between her thighs, using his knees and body to pry her legs open. He held her captive with his gaze as he lifted himself ever so slightly to stare down at her. She called his name, the echo of it caressing his spirit.

  “Mason!”

  Nodding, Mason pressed his mouth back to hers and whispered against her lips, “I love you, Phaedra.”

  Tears glistened in Phaedra’s eyes. The words were there, caught deep in the wealth of emotion that filled her spirit. She loved him, too. More than she’d ever imagined possible. She choked back sobs that obstructed her words. She loved him and every fiber of her being wanted to tell him so. Instead she responded with her tongue, voicing it in her kiss and touch and the easy caress of her body against his. Mason slowly eased the length of himself into her. As he pushed himself forward, moisture dripped past his thick lashes, mingling with the tears that rained down Phaedra’s cheeks. The moment was surreal, the magnitude of the experience sweeping sensations through them both as neither had ever experienced before. It was more than Phaedra could ever have imagined, and with her arms still captured above her head, Mason’s mouth locked with hers, his breath kissing her breath, Phaedra lifted her hips and welcomed him home.

  * * *

  Mason
couldn’t remember when they’d fallen asleep. They’d made love over and over again, their desire for each other almost insatiable. There’d been no place in the room that he hadn’t taken her, their sexual aerobics moving from the bed to the floor, against each of the four walls and back to the bed again. He wouldn’t have thought it at all possible, but he was still hard, desire still lengthening his manhood in anticipation. He shivered, his muscles quivering with want.

  Phaedra slumbered comfortably beside him, her back curled against his body. Heat wafted off her skin, igniting a flame deep in his core. He pressed himself against her, savoring the sensation of her buttocks cradled against his crotch. He hardened even more, his male member twitching as he drew a light hand down the length of her arm, his palm coming to rest against her hip. He was in awe of just how beautiful she was, as exquisite inside as she was on the outside. As if she could read his thoughts, Phaedra snuggled closer to him, wiggling her body from the waist as she pressed her bottom closer against him.

  Reaching across her body, Mason cupped her breasts in the palm of hand. They were absolutely divine, he thought as he gently kneaded one and then the other between his fingers. Phaedra stirred again, her body squirming against his. She turned in his arms, rolling onto her back, and he lowered his lips to her nipple, his tongue slathering one and then the other. He savored the sensation of them hardening in his mouth.

  Phaedra moaned softly, leaving sleep behind as she woke to the moment. She could get used to wakening to such delicious sensations sweeping through her body, she thought, and Mason was becoming an expert at eliciting the most enchanting vibrations from her. She clasped her thighs tightly together with desire from his ministrations.

  Mason chuckled softly as he whispered good morning, and all she could do was moan in response. He slid a large hand between her legs, gently inserting his middle finger into her wet folds. Phaedra shuddered with ecstasy, his touch causing her to swoon. She wrapped her arms around him, a smile pulling at her lips as she embraced him tightly.

  Moving up her body, Mason nuzzled and kissed her throat as she threw her head back against the pillow, sighing and moaning with delight. His continued strumming the spot between her legs, expertly playing her like a bass player with his instrument. He played notes on her labia, his fingertips dancing against her sweet spot until she was senseless with ecstasy. Sensing that her climax was imminent, Mason drove his fingers deep inside her while still stroking her with his thumb. He grinned, relishing the expression on her face as Phaedra exploded into a screaming orgasm that left her breathless and squirming.

  There was vulnerability in her eyes when she opened them to meet his gaze, her breathing still coming in short gasps. Mason smiled as he shifted his body atop hers, his nakedness kissing her nakedness. He brushed his lips against her lips, kissing her softly, leading a damp trail of gentle kisses all along her cheeks, at the tip of her nose and across her eyes.

  Their gazes locked, and both felt something stir deep within them. Mason sought her mouth a second time, his hands moving furiously over the length of her body. His breathing became labored as his excitement increased, his erection so hard that he felt as if he were about to explode without being touched. But the moment wasn’t about him, he thought, his desire to bring her pleasure outweighing the need for his own release.

  He kissed a trail down the length of her body, back to her neck, across her stomach and downward as he sought out the rich scent of her femaleness. He then pushed her legs up and out, exposing her most private place. Phaedra’s eyes were widened in anticipation. She inhaled swiftly as he gently slid his tongue into that soft, sweet wetness and then she moaned loudly with pure, unadulterated lust. She clamped her hands down against the back of Mason’s head, willing him to never stop the heavenly sensations he was creating.

  Mason was nearly on the edge himself, knowing how much pleasure he was bringing the stunning woman. He slid his fingers inside her and she moaned his name, a soft mantra chanted over and over again. He fingered her slowly, matching each thrust with the flick of his tongue across her swollen love button. Phaedra’s hips bucked against his mouth and hand as he increased the firmness of his touch. He stroked her, feeling her open up more and more with each pass of his fingers. Phaedra’s moans were reaching a frenzy as she clutched her breasts. In that moment, nothing existed but the two of them together and as Phaedra exploded in orgasm Mason’s own release surged between his legs.

  They lay together panting, both stunned by the intensity of what was happening between them. Mason lay with his head cradled against her abdomen, Phaedra gently caressing the side of his face.

  “You’re incredible,” Phaedra whispered, leaning up on one elbow to look into his eyes. “I didn’t think it could get any more amazing with us.”

  Mason pressed a kiss against her belly button. “Baby, we’re just getting started. We haven’t even tapped into amazing yet!”

  Chapter 12

  Phaedra had no idea of the time. The sun had risen, the day had passed and she’d been oblivious, focused only on Mason and what they were sharing between them. For most of the afternoon all they’d done was make love, talk, talk and make love. She couldn’t remember being so happy and only briefly did she think that such might never have been possible if her mother had not been taken from her life when she had.

  Phaedra would have loved to still be in bed with Mason, the two focused solely on each other and nothing else. Instead they were headed to Cape Yamu in Phuket to have an early dinner with the Kasam family. She stole a glance toward Mason, who was lost in his own thoughts as the driver of the private car they were in maneuvered his way through the streets of Phuket.

  The man was absolutely stunning, she thought, a smile rising to her face. His attire was dress casual, black slacks, black blazer and a white dress shirt opened at the collar. He was impressive, the silk suit fitting him to perfection. Phaedra had chosen a halter jumpsuit from the collection of clothing Mason had made available to her, the red linen complementing the warm brown tones of her complexion. Side by side they made a beautiful couple. As if he were reading her mind and thinking the same thing, Mason squeezed her thigh, smiling sweetly at her.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind doing this?” Mason asked once again.

  Phaedra gave him a smile back. “Of course not. Why would I?”

  “Mali,” he said, his eyebrows arched knowingly.

  Phaedra laughed. “Are you sure there’s never been anything between you and that woman?” she asked teasingly. “Because Mali Kasam seems to be of more concern to you than she is to me. Mali does not bother me!”

  Mason laughed with her. “I just want to make sure,” he said, kissing her lips. “Mali can be quite a handful.”

  “If I need to, I have no problems putting Miss Mali in her place.”

  Mason nodded, grinning broadly. “Claim your man, baby!”

  She leaned to kiss his mouth as the driver pulled into the home’s driveway. “I’ve done that already and I will make sure she understands that.”

  He winked at her, still chuckling softly as the driver pulled the door open for them to get out.

  Overlooking Phuket’s dramatic east coast and the natural beauty of famous Phang Nga Bay, the Kasam family villa overlooked a stunning vista of beautiful limestone islands, tiny beaches and secret coves. The location was secluded yet conveniently close to town. In one direction Phaedra noted the premier Mission Hills Golf Course and two marinas. The home was a melding of contemporary architecture with key elements of traditional Thai designs. The multimillion-dollar property was stunning.

  Daniel Kasam greeted them at the door. “Mason! Phaedra! Welcome,” the man said as he welcomed them into his home.

  Mason shook the man’s hand. “Thank you for having us, Daniel!”

  “It’s good to see you again, Mr. Kasam,” Phaedra said politely as
he kissed the back of her hand. He wrapped an arm around Phaedra’s waist, guiding her to the center of the open space.

  As they settled themselves down in his living room, a server came with a tray of cocktails, extending them in Phaedra’s direction first, and then Mason’s.

  “Please have a drink,” Daniel said, offering them two glasses of rice wine. “We must toast!”

  Mason nodded as he clinked his glass with Phaedra’s.

  “So, are you enjoying Thailand, Phaedra?” Daniel asked.

  “I am, very much so,” Phaedra answered. “Mason has been showing me a wonderful time.”

  “My friend is very good at that.” He turned his attention back to Mason. “So, did you return for business, as well, my friend, or has this just been a pleasure trip?” The man winked an eye at Phaedra.

  “Strictly pleasure,” Mason said, his comment eliciting a giggle from Phaedra, who sat beside him.

  Daniel nodded. “Finally! You are good for him, then, Phaedra. Mason has not had much success letting go of the business and just enjoying the pleasure.”

  Mason laughed. “Well, I’ll be getting a lot of opportunity to practice. I sold my company recently.”

  “Well, well,” Daniel replied, a look of surprise crossing his expression. “That is definitely something. This will be a significant change for you.”

  “I’m really hoping so, Daniel. You know that I’ve been ready for a change for some time, but enough about me. What is this I hear about you seeking the prime minister’s seat?”