Staring into his honest green gaze settles my nerves. "I realized neither of us have ever done this before. We don't know what we are doing."
He chuckles as he kisses the top of my head. "Someone special said that two hearts who choose to be together …. Choose is the key word, isn't it. Neither of us have ever done this before because we chose not to settle for less." I push-up on my tip toes and peck his beautiful lips, closing my eyes. "Let's look at it this way. Neither of us have failed at it. Our records are clean. We aren't scarred by someone else's bullshit or drama. We can write whatever we want on our how to list." He hugs me tight to him. "We will choose how to make us work on our own terms. Like our own definition of forever." I open my eyes and he places his lips on mine. "Now, breathe." He blows his sexy air in my mouth and I throw my arms around his neck sucking his air in, expanding my lungs till I am forced to exhale. "No more frowning over that non-issue, My Little Thang!"
"I like the way you think, Mr. Aurelius Moore. I truly like the way you think."
"Come on, let's get back. We have a hot date tonight." That makes me giggle and we walk back to the horses. He takes the reins of both, and I take Flicka's from him, walk around her and mount up unassisted. When he sits Blue, he leads the way. I bring Flicka alongside and we walk the horses, side by side, back to the barn.
"I have millions of questions for you."
He feigns distress. "Oh shit!"
I laugh. "Don't be an asshole! I'm warning you! I know how to wield a riding crop." I raise my eyebrows at him. "Skillfully."
"Watch out!" He flinches, laughing, then gets serious. "Oh snap! What if I like it?"
I raise one eyebrow and tell him. "Oh, you would like. I guarantee it."
"Oh double snap! I know I would now."
I giggle. "Who are Paul and Steve?"
"High school bro's."
"Either married or in a serious relationship?"
"No."
"Either know about me?"
"No. We'll surprise them too."
"The Stallion. Isn't that a Gentlemen's Club?"
"Used to be, but it didn't work out. It's a dance hall now."
"Are you a regular?"
"Yes, but only because my bro's go. Paul likes to fuck and he isn't particular about with who."
"A man hoe then. And Steve?"
"He isn't as bad as Paul, but he doesn't push pussy away."
"And you?"
"Is that some of your trickery?"
"Busted!" I laugh. "Are your parents living?"
"Yes. They are vacationing in Italy."
"Are you Italian?"
"No. I'm an American."
"Are they Italian?"
"No, they are American. My mother is first generation. Her parents were Italian. My father's parents are American for generations with British ancestry."
"Cool. More questions on Italy later. A ton more questions on Italy later. I'm so excited about our trip." I speed clap my hands together making him laugh. "Are there still stripper poles in The Stallion?"
He pulls back on Blue's reins and stops. "Why?"
I keep riding.
He trots back up to me. "Why?"
"Answer the question, please."
"Yes."
"May I dance on the pole tonight?"
"No." His commanding tone is back.
"But?" I start but he cuts me off.
"No." He is more insistent. "The Stallion isn't a controlled environment."
"But…."
"No. It’s a dancehall." I glance over at him and he is looking right at me, studying me. "I would hate to kill someone because they hurt you."
I remember his warrior face in the shower and again when he charged out into the hallway when I was with TD and I realize he might be serious. The Stallion might be a rowdy bar. Not wanting him to worry now, I make light of his words. "Oh, the thunderous Son of Thor would return." I chuckle.
"Something like that."
"Got 'cha."
"Listen, let's put this on our how to list. When you are not working, you dance only for me."
"Ok." I grin, then flash him a happy smile. "Can I dance at all at the Stallion?"
"Only for me, only for fun and nothing erotic."
"Nothing erotic?" I play pout. "That’s asking a lot, don’t you think?"
"No." He sharp tone is back. "I know what your dancing does to people."
I wink at him and slide my tongue along the bottom of my teeth. "Scorching hot! There isn't a soft dick or a dry pussy in the house when I turn up the heat." I lick my finger and shove it down my cleavage, making a hissing noise.
"Fuck! Siri, I'm feeling needy again."
Laughing, I kick Flicka and gallop off to the barn.
Chapter Twenty-Two
We unsaddle the horses in silence. Aurei takes both saddles, one in each hand, to the tack room, while I turn the horses loose as Ann instructed. I come back with the bridles, take them to the hose and wash the bits off. When he walks back around, he looks so happy and relaxed. "Siri, I was just thinking how awesome it is that you ride too. When I fell for you in Vegas I was only hoping for a long term fantastic fucking arrangement. Now, I'm really looking forward to the drama with you."
I grin wickedly, then squirt him with the ice cold well water from the spring. He gasps and flinches as it nails him square in the chest. Then he charges. I squeal, drop the hose, and run as fast as I can toward the truck. Thinking I’ve made it to safety, I slow down and turn around, sticking my tongue out at him. Boom! The water hits me square in the chest in a single quick burst. Shocked, my hands raise in surrender and I arch away, drawing myself up. "FUCK! THAT’S COLD!" For a few moments, I stand frozen, then I take off fleeing to the truck, laughing hysterically. I round the passenger side to put it between me and the water hose.
Aurei turns the water off, and strolls casually into the tack room with the bridles. Shivering and still giggling, I wait patiently for him to hang them up. When he comes out, he has his shirt off and holds it in his hand. The sight of him in only his faded jeans, cowboy hat and boots sends a fresh wave of hot desire coursing through my icy veins, warming me better than anything else could!
Damn! That's a beautiful sight. His pecs are perfect, smooth mounds. His chest tapers sharply down to his narrow waist. His hard, ripped six pack. His round muscular arms. Umm. Umm. Umm. The vision of those muscles fucking me last night. Sweet Zeus! I will never get tired of seeing that!
He starts to walk to me. His gait is strong and in his boots, it’s with full-on Cowboy swagger. I can’t help but continue my admiration of his perfection. His big thighs flex and ripple under the tight, wet jeans. The small patch of hair on his chest and the small line of hair that runs from his navel down then disappears under his waistline makes my mouth water.
As he approaches, his eyes look for me, but I’m shielded by the truck. I begin to unbutton my shirt, so when I come into view, I take it off too. He walks around the front, and when he rounds the corner, I wad it up and throw it at him. "Asshole!"
He ducks, catching it, then frowns as he tosses it on the hood. I fold my hands over my chest, toss my mane, stick my nose in the air and turn my back, pouting. His voice drops. "Hey, I was only playing too. Don't be mad."
I twirl around quick, point at him, teasing, grinning wickedly. "Ha! Gotcha!"
His face changes instantly to a wicked grin too and he lunges for me. I dart away, sprinting, trying to escape again, but he catches me easily. His arms engulf me from behind and I bend forward, laughing hard. He lifts me and I keep running in the air. "Let me go! You big bully!"
"You’re not getting away from me, Missy." He laughs, and rolls me to ride on his hip. "Wiggly Thang!" He takes me back to the truck, opens the door and sets me down, feet first.
I stand and take a step back, not wanting to poke him with my cold, wet bra.
He says in a low voice. "Look what I found?" He reaches around to his rear pocket. The movement pushes his pecs to my face an
d I can't resist.
I nip him.
He flinches, but grins as he pulls my ball cap out. "I'll just put it in here with mine for safe keeping." He takes his hat off and stuffs mine inside, then extends his arm to toss the hats on the truck seat behind me.
I smell his musky masculine scent and I stick my nose in his arm pit, inhaling. "Mmm." I purr. "You smell divine!" The soft hair tickles my face and I slide my arms around his waist.
He chuckles, then wraps me up. I feel him flinch as he squeezes me in a bear hug. Then he leans away and stares down at me. His voice is husky when he says softly. "Your bra is soaked. We better take it off so it can dry. We don't want you to catch a cold." He doesn't wait for my answer, and he doesn’t bother to unhook it. He pulls the front out and up. My tits spring free, bouncing. He lifts it over my head and tosses it on my shirt on the hood of the truck without looking. The warm air caresses my freezing breasts and my nipples are taut, rock hard and super sensitive. He hums in his throat. "I need to warm them up."
The thought of his hot mouth touching my ice cold tits sends a wave of pleasure through my mind and straight down to my pussy. It lurches hard, turns over, and tightens, sending a wave of excitement to my nipples. They are waiting for him when he lowers his mouth. I moan loudly as he puckers his lips around the nipple. The hot sensation is exquisite alone, but the flick of his tongue over the ridged edges makes my knees weak. He holds me tight as he flicks and pulls, flicks and pulls, flicks and pulls. I moan. He opens his mouth wide and sucks as much breast in as he can. The warmth against the cold makes me groan with sheer pleasure and I lean my head back in complete abandon. He stands tall and catches me as I fall, pulling my tits up to his mouth as I arch away. My legs dangle. My arms hang limp. His mouth moves to the other nipple and I hold my breath in excited anticipation. When his puckering lips hold my nipple and his tongue flicks the edge back and forth, pulling, then continuing over and over again, I cry out with the sheer joy of passion. He opens his hot mouth again and sucks that breast inside. Hanging limp in his arms, moaning with each breath I gasp, my head starts to move back and forth. He rolls his tongue around the tit and I cry out again. There is only Aurelius in my world. My body needs him! Bad!
When he moves back to the first breast, I lift my head to see. I watch as he blows a tight stream of air on it. It feels cold and delicious. It draws up tight for him and he starts the exquisite torture all over again. Watching his beautiful face at my tit torturing me with sheer pleasure, I don't know how much more I can take. He loves this! He loves my breasts. He loves driving me wild. Gawd, he is so considerate, such a fantastic lover! I reach my hands to his head. "Fuck me, Aurei. Fuck me!"
He ignores me.
I drop my head back again, massaging his temples, his face, his head, as I feel only his touch on my tits. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling and pushing it as I flex my fingers. Wildly rubbing him, as he drives me literally wild.
Needing to touch him. Needing him. I feel myself building to a crescendo of epic proportion. Denied for so many years, and with the newly acquired understanding of what I have been missing, my need to fuck overwhelms my mind and I tell him truthfully. "I need you to fuck me, Aurei! Fuck me now!"
He ignores me.
My clit is alive, swollen, throbbing with each sensation his tongue gives me. My pussy is an aching pounding void that needs filling.
"Don't! I can't take it anymore!" I pant. "Please."
I push him away.
"Stop!"
I lose my breath.
He ignores me, enjoying himself.
Only when I start to shake, does he stop, but not before he bites the tip of my tit. The pain with the pleasure sends me over the edge causing me to arch up and pull his head down by his hair as I shout. "FUCK!"
He drops me concerned.
Losing my mind to the painful passion, I stand and shove him away. He doesn't move, but I step back. I stare at him, angry, panting.
Chapter Twenty-Three
My eyes flash as I growl. "FUCK ME NOW!"
My hands move to his belt and with a wild frenzy, I unbuckle it, unzip his pants, and push down to expose his golden rod. I can't wait. Dropping down, I turn my mouth to his tender skin exposed below his navel and bite him. He recoils and his cock springs out. I attack it. I run it in and out of my mouth. Fast and furious, fucking him with my face. My mind is wild with passion. I push his pants all the way off his ass, and squeeze his perfect fucking muscle, then I claw it. He flinches but holds his ground as I run my tongue around and around the head of his cock. When I can feel his veins, I shove him all the way down my throat, forcing him in with his ass. I gag on it, squeezing him deep in my throat. His moan is loud.
"STOP!" He grabs my hair to lift me, but I resist, squeezing his ass and staying locked on his cock. He growls, knocks my hand latched to his ass off, then pulls me up by my hair.
I stand glaring wildly into his thunderous face. The face that would deny me my pleasure. I pull my hair against his grip, fighting him. The pain feels good. I look at him with wild eyes, my chest heaving and challenge him. "DON'T STOP ME!"
We stare at each other. Thunder verses Wild.
He yanks me to his body. My hand instinctively cups his balls. He blinks but doesn't let go of either my hair or my eyes. I caress them as I stare him down.
He growls low like thunder. "Wild Thang?" It sounds like a threat.
"Yes! I am!" I answer angry. My eyes narrow as I command him. "Fuck me with the thunder you possess!"
He growls loud with that primal throat moan he doesn't know he does, and lifts me, slamming me back against the seat of the truck. Our eyes locked on each other. Neither giving in. He grabs the waist of my pants and pulls, but they don't budge. I slap his hands away and unbutton and unzip them myself while he pushes his pants down enough to fuck me. I grab the seat belt and the overhead handle and lift my ass off the seat. He yanks my pants down, not hurtful but forceful. They slide down easily to my boots.
His eyes fall to my panty-less pussy and my black stockinged legs. His breathing changes. He breathes in deep and exhales slow, calming his own thunder.
I force my breathing to match his as I flex my abs and hold my legs straight out for him. He pulls both boots off dropping them, then tugs the legs of my jeans and they slide off, landing on top. When he raises his eyes back to stare into mine, he is in control of his thunder, but my wildness flickers on the surface. We stare at each other. Our eyes speaking where words can't go.
Slowly as I hang hovering, I draw my knees up, then spread my legs wide in a full open split and command him softly. "Fuck me, My Fucking Golden God." The thunder returns to his eyes and they thunder into mine, sending a rumble throughout my body as my heartbeat soars, running wild. His rod stands at full erection as he enters my zone.
Watching him as he holds it to guide it in, I start to quiver making him stop. His eyes find mine. My wild anger has turned to wild hunger and I'm panting. He leans down to me. "Breathe, baby." I lift my face to him and he sees my inability to control myself. He seals his lips over mine and I suck his air in. He breathes for us as he slides slowly in me. His show of control makes me struggle with my own as I quiver, wanting him to pound me, wanting him to ride me hard. I pull my lips off his and watch him entering my pussy. He gives me inch by precious inch of himself so slow. I feel tortured to wait but I try, groaning, trying not to pant. He eases in every inch, then pushes deep inside, touching my clit, massaging it briefly. Then he slides back out just as slow and pulling all the way out, he exits. My pussy screams for him! I tighten it as my legs start to quiver. As soon as his head touches the entrance of my vagina, my vaginal climax starts. With every inch he enters, my body quakes as I cum on every glorious inch of him. I moan and moan and moan. "Does that feel good, baby?" I cannot form words only moans. "Is that better? Does that orgasm tame you, Wild Thang?" He asks as he pushes deep inside, giving me every last inch and taps my clit.
I cry out with the s
ensation. "FUCK!" My head falls back.
As he pushes hard against me, massaging my clit, I whimper.
He moans softly as he starts to stroke me.
I groan as I lift my head again to watch. He pulls out, then pushes in, out, in, out, in. His abs flexing and rolling. My clit will not be denied an orgasm too. "No." I whimper as my breathing changes from panting to hassling.
"No?" He asks as his controlled thrusts start my quivering again. "More?"
"Moore!" I gasp. "I need Moore."
He increases the speed, but the pace is still too slow for my clit to explode. I moan uncontrollably over and over.
"You need more?" He asks teasing me. "Or you need me? Moore?"
"Aurei, I need you." I open my eyes and stare at him as he controls me with his cock. "Don't stop! Please! Don't stop."
He smiles with that beautiful smile with the crinkle at his eyes. "I'm not ever going to stop fucking you, Siri." He pushes hard into me but stops.
"Aurei! No! Shit! I can't help myself. I have to!"
"Wild Thang, cum on me again."
I wrap my legs around him and I grind him quickly as my clit explodes. I whimper as I cum.
"Now, that's music to my ears."
I lay my head back and rest, taking deep draws of air.
"Any more?" He asks as he starts his slow steady fucking rhythm again. I lay there while he moves slowly in all the way, then slowly all the way out, exiting, then slowly back in to the hilt, repeating.
"Um" is all I can say.
He chuckles. "Let's see." He puts his hands under my back and brings my tits to his mouth. He flicks and nibbles. I raise my head to watch and put my fingers in his hair. He keeps at both until I'm engaged again. When I start to massage his head, he lifts his eyes to mine while his tongue rolls my nipple around. I smile at him and he stops. "Feeling better?"
"Umm hmm."
"Are you done? Is your tail tamed?"
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