"Rick," she smiled and narrowed her eyes on him. "We used to fantasize about trying this, remember?"
His shaft was first to react, even before his mind was able to process her words. Did she really want this? This woman would never stop surprising him.
Before he could even think about what he could say, her hand reached all the way down there and cupped his already painfully erect cock. Her touch was like a kiss of flames. He let out a groan as his cock jerked under her tender touch.
Stephanie unzipped his pants and let his now very excited member out. She traced her fingertips over his cockhead and Erik winced. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked thoroughly before sliding them down again and teasing his cock with her slick fingers.
"What would you like now, Erik?" she asked looking into his eyes again and Erik cursed in his mind as he realized he has completely lost the ability to talk. He wanted to do so many things and could imagine much more things that she could do to him. His cock only inches away from her hot pussy, he could imagine that heavenly moment when he'd finally be buried inside her.
But he knew Fanny too well. She was going to tease and torture him until he was insane with need before she let him sink into her velvety depths.
"I wanna taste you," he said. He needed to taste all of them. Lick her lips, suck her nipples, rub her clit with his tongue and drink the sweet juices that her pussy released. He wanted all of it—his mouth everywhere on her body.
Her fingers left his cock and disappeared beneath her skirt. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back as she let out a soft moan. He wanted to rip off her skirt that was blocking his sight. He could only imagine how beautiful was the view of Stephanie touching her sex. Was she rubbing her clit or dipping her fingers into her tight hole?
A moment later, she withdrew her fingers and brought them to his mouth, traced his lips, covering them with her juices. He licked them - cherishing her taste on his lips and groaned again. He was so excited, he could devour all of her. She then pushed her fingers into his mouth and Erik sucked on them, licking them clean.
"More," he breathed.
"Greedy," she grinned but did not refuse to fulfill his wish.
Slowly, as the horse trotted in the vast open field, and the wind shook the hem of her skirt, and Stephanie teased him, shifting her attention from his mouth to his cock and back. Erik sat there lazily holding her and enjoyed all the pleasures she gave to him. He was holding her so tight in his arms as if he was afraid she might get too excited and tip backward, or maybe the wind could steal her away from him... again Safe in his arms, Stephanie took her time to explore his body. Somewhere along the ride, he had lost his shirt and was now enjoying her kisses and bites his chest, her fingers digging into his skin and scratching him, leaving the red half-moon marks of her nails.
"Fanny, I need to be inside you," he begged. A bit more of her lazy teasing, and he'd embarrass himself cumming right there. As much as he loved how she held his shaft in her hands - squeezing his balls and running her fingers up and down his length - he needed to be inside her warm and slick pussy.
Stephanie pulled her skirt up, revealing the perfect view of her wide-open thighs. With two fingers she pushed her panties aside, revealing her pale pink love lips. She rubbed her own finger up and down her clit, teasing herself and moaning loudly and driving him insane. Then, lifting her butt up, she easily pushed his hard cock into her. First, she took in only his cockhead and Erik almost exploded right then and there. He gritted his teeth.
"Fanny," he shook his head. Hardly able to form more words. Her name was all he could whisper between heavy breaths.
He felt her warmth spread all over his cockhead. Her inner walls quivered, welcoming him inside. Wrapping her arms around his back, she took the rest of him in - balls deep. He loved the feel of his balls resting against her soft butt. She leaned closer, crushing her big breasts against his bare chest. He could feel her nipples poking into his skin, big and hard with excitement.
"I'm all yours, Rick," she whispered into his mouth and before he could answer, she silenced him with a kiss.
Erik started rocking his hips. He thrust into her - matching the slow speed of their trotting horse. He was getting harder with every thrust and she was getting wetter. Their hearts were beating as one, as the wind carried away their moans, it felt like riding on the edge of heaven. Nothing more perfect. Nothing could describe the maddening love he felt for this woman.
Everything Erik loved in his life had been combined in this moment. He was making love to the only woman he ever loved while enjoying the thrill of freedom riding on horseback through the fields. Her heart was beating so hard and loud and her moans filling his mouth. One look into her deep blue eyes and Erik knew only now - having her back - life had gotten back its meaning.
Stephanie rocked up and down his shaft, matching his rhythm, and taking him so deep every time, reminding him that this was the only place where he belonged.
He wasn't able to take more of it. Her body crushed against his, her fingers digging into his skin, she drove him to madness and when she came close to his ear and whispered the words he never expected to hear from her again, he lost every last bit of sanity.
"I love you, Rick," she said and Erik's body shuddered. His grip tightened on her hips and he crushed his lips against hers—claiming a kiss that spoke all the words that he was not able to speak.
He felt his balls tighten and a moment later, he groaned into her mouth. He filled her with his essence that kept springing out of his shaft more and more and she milked him until the very last drop. With the last strings of hot cum shooting inside her, Stephanie screamed welcoming her own orgasm. She bit his lip so hard, he could taste blood in his mouth. Her forehead rested against his, and her breath puffed on his lips while she tried to catch her breath.
"Love you too, Fanny," he spoke, when their bodies stopped shaking. "And I will always love you, no matter what. You should remember that when you make your decision." He looked into her eyes so that she knew he meant every single word he spoke. "I'll be there to support you whatever you choose, no matter what. I believe in you. Don't let the emotions blind you. Choose what is really right for you, Fanny."
He knew—most probably—he was asking her to let go of all of this. A ranch that mattered so much to all of them, this piece of land that her grandfather had invested all his life in, the place, where they had shared so many moments of happiness. He'd miss all of it. Still, he'd hate to pull her back. He had once made that mistake and lost her. He'd never do that again.
*****
It had been hard getting back to the office work. Stephanie missed the freedom she felt while on the farm. Her office seemed too small, the building too high and intimidating, and the walls towering over her. Most of all, she missed the one person who could stir all the contradicting emotions in her heart.
The city looked different. With the weight of heavy guilt lifted off her shoulders, everything around seemed had changed its meaning.
The whole past week she had spent in the office figuring out the paperwork with her business advisors trying to find a way to keep the ranch while securing money for her IT business. It looked like Grandpa and Erik had done really good work and turned the ranch into a valuable asset. She'd hate to lose it now and break the hearts of all those people who lived there.
On the other hand, it seemed like a great way for herself and her team to escape the busy city life and spend some time in the countryside. The more she thought about it, the more attractive her new plan seemed to her.
"I think moving your head office to the countryside won't be very wise, Stephanie," Roy, her CFO, told her. "We can move the HQ to a smaller office here in the city, and build another office and campus on the ranch, where we can relocate most of the talent, while the executives remain here."
"As long as I spend more time there and less here, I'm happy," Stephanie said. She couldn't believe she had managed to spend so many years in her self-i
mposed exile. All she could think about now was getting done with all of this and rushing back to the ranch and into the arms of her man.
A couple of days later, she was back on the same road. This time, she did not make any stops for coffee or for any other silly reason. She needed to be there as soon as she could.
During the past weeks, Stephanie had been thinking about her grandpa a lot. She was glad she had found a way not to let him down. She wondered how he would've reacted seeing his ranch suddenly inhabited by dozens of tech guys sitting in the shadows of tall trees and working on their codes.
She immediately pictured the frown on another handsome face—her beloved cowboy was not going to be very happy with it. She could picture him walking about the place in his high boots and straw hat -smirking and shaking his head at the sight of her programmers sitting in a corner, listening to music through their huge headphones while staring at their laptops with some unreadable face. This was going to be a strange mix of nature and tech.
In a way, this new remodeling of this ranch was going to bring together everything that made Stephanie who she was—her team and her friends, her geeky side and the country-girl side of her that she had been keeping hidden, and finally, her love for Erik, the old flame that had sparkled with new passion now.
As she turned from the main highway toward the road that led to the ranch, she noticed a galloping horse and a very familiar tall figure riding toward her.
"Rick," Stephanie knew she was beaming like a fool. She couldn't wait to see him a minute earlier.
Stephanie felt tears in her eyes. She remembered her grandma's story about how her grandpa used to meet her half-way on the road every time she visited him on the ranch.
"You can be happy now, Grandpa," she hoped he could hear her, "I'm finally with a man who is worthy to take charge of the ranch you've invested all your life in."
She knew there were still hardships ahead. The road to success was as rocky and tough as the one to happiness. Yet, Stephanie had never been surer that she could overcome all of it, especially when there was a strong hand holding her tight.
Pulling the car to the side of the road, she jumped out with her heart beating hard in her chest. In less than a minute he'd been wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close for a kiss. In less than a minute she'd be where she always belonged—with her true love.
THE END
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Endless Love
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What do you do when you’re in your thirties and forced to live at home? Go to your younger brother’s hockey games. This is Phoebe’s life and she hates it. Her brother is in the middle of everything, ruling her parents’ lives, while she’s simply trying to get back on her feet. Waking up early just to sit all day in a cold, dark rink is not her idea of a good time.
Just when Phoebe thinks she can’t take it anymore, she meets someone new. A tall, blonde and mysterious player from a rival team. There’s something about him. She can’t get him out of her mind. He brings some excitement into her cold, boring world.
Phoebe thinks she’s found the right person to light her fire, but her brother is in the middle again. Only this time they aren’t in a hockey rink. This is Phoebe’s life. And her family is keeping a secret that just might put this fire completely out.
*****
Phoebe was in paradise.
“Another mojito?” A tall, handsome, shirtless man said, wearing only a very small, very tight speedo that showed off his bulging thighs and the thick package right in the center, like a surprise ready to spring at her.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Or more importantly, his speedo. “Yes, please,” Phoebe said.
She wasn’t even done with the first drink but who cared? This was just what she needed. Relaxing on a beach, surrounded by blue skies, clear water and the whitest, softest sand she had ever squished between her toes. Out here, in paradise, she was going to forget that she was thirty-one, newly unemployed and living at home with her parents and her younger brother in a house that was way too small house for four people. No, none of that mattered because her cabana boy was coming back with her second mojito.
This time he wasn’t wearing anything at all. Phoebe looked down between his legs with a smile and then up at him. He leaned down, holding the mojito on a crystal tray and whispered in her ear, “Rise and shine.”
“What?” Phoebe asked, her eyes falling shut, her heart speeding up in anticipation.
“RISE AND SHINE!”
A scream went directly into her ear. Phoebe bolted awake, sitting straight up with a gasp. Her dad and brother burst into laughter. Then instantly their laughter stopped, along with Phoebe’s heart. It was a night she had gone to bed naked. And now the covers were down around her waist.
“Meet us downstairs in thirty minutes,” her dad said gruffly. She pulled the covers over her head as quickly as she could but it was too late. The damage had been done. She hated living at home.
The nice part of her dream wasn’t real. The bad part was a nightmare. Once her door was shut, she wanted to scream. She could not stay in this crazy house.
***
Exactly thirty minutes later, Phoebe was downstairs in a sweatshirt and slightly baggy leggings from washing them too much. It didn’t matter. There was no need to look her best where they were going. No, instead she was just going to fade into the background and hope that nobody there even breathed in her direction. She hated going there. The hockey rink.
“Ah, there you are,” her mom said when she finally came downstairs. “Next time, sleep with your clothes on. You never know when there’s going to be a fire and we all have to be outside in thirty seconds!”
Of course, her morning humiliation had already made the rounds. Phoebe rolled her eyes and tried not to scream so loudly that she’d explode. Instead she just went to the fridge and got herself some water.
“It’s my room,” she said. “Dad and Brad just can’t come in there.”
“You know the rules in this house,” her mom said, shaking a finger over the sandwiches she was slopping together. “There are no secrets here!”
“I know, I know,” Phoebe mumbled. That was exactly why she left as soon as she turned eighteen. It didn’t matter if she was thirty-one, eighteen or eight, her parents treated her exactly the same way. Their house, their rules. And there was absolutely no room for discussion or anything else.
Brad came bouncing into the room, wearing his Warriors sweatshirt. “Mom, where’s my helmet?” he hollered, like he was twelve instead of twenty-seven. Phoebe couldn’t help curling her lip in disgust. Brad’s hockey gear always smelled.
“In the laundry room,” their mom said. “Hurry up, we need to get going. We’re wasting daylight.”
Daylight was a relative term. It was about five in the morning and the sun hadn’t even risen yet. Seeing 5 a.m. on a Saturday was pretty ungodly, but that’s how they did things in the Rutherford household. Because everything revolved around Brad.
“Let’s go!” Phoebe’s dad said. He was wearing his Warriors jacket and carrying the camera equipment. Brad had played hockey since he was a kid. Unfortunately, his NHL dreams never came true. Instead, he played for a very competitive city league and for some reason this was a big deal for their town. Probably because everyone was bored to death, being in the middle of nowhere. Brad traveled all over the state and even to neighboring states on the weekends, playing hockey. He was paid, but probably not as much as a manager at McDonald’s. And because this was such a rinky-dink organization, her parents both volunteered. Her dad was the official team photographer and her mom helped organized all the little details that man-children needed, like sandwiches. Phoebe always thought that it was so lame.
But the rule was, everyone in the household had to be involved. Everyone, including Phoebe. She just stood there, listening to Brad whine, to her dad stomping around grabbing last minute equipment
and to her mom scraping her butter knife against the sandwiches. This was not paradise. This was Phoebe’s own personal version of hell.
“Let’s get out of here,” Phoebe’s mom called. After a few minutes, Brad had all his equipment packed, her dad had all his equipment and Phoebe was standing near the door, holding a cooler and hating her life.
The rink was a couple of hours away, in a small town that no one would even visit on their worst day. They traveled in a minivan like they were a family with children under the age of twelve, but it was really just Brad, the overgrown man-child who had all his equipment stinking up the back seats. Phoebe sat in the first-row bucket seats in the back and stared out the window. She watched cornfields roll by. She watched the sun come up. She wished for better in her life. Something new and excited. She wished that she believed that wishes actually came true.
They hit the ice rink around 8 a.m. Lots of other cars were already in the parking lot.
“We’re going to kick a lot of ass today!” Brad said, as the minivan doors unlocked. “All day, baby. All day!” Her parents laughed as if he were cute and endearing.
Phoebe got out of the van and hoped that the ground would swallow her right up. She stood there while Brad argued with her dad over who was going to carry his equipment bag. She crossed her arms over her chest so her mom might think she was doing something. When she looked across the parking lot for a means of escape, she found herself losing her breath.
There, across the parking lot, was a gorgeous man. Tall, hot, thick biceps stretching his sleeve, shirt tight against his flat stomach, pants tight in all the right places. He wasn’t naked this time. But Phoebe was sure he was the man in her dream.
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