Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set

by Lolita Lopez

  Simon squeezed her hand and waggled his eyebrows. “Consider it a graduation gift.”

  Trini laughed. “Best graduation gift, like, ever.”

  Simon chuckled and pecked her cheek. “I’ve a feeling you and I are going to have one delightfully kinky summer.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  FIREWORKS

  Her body hummed with anticipation as Leland tugged gently on her hand, dragging her away from the gathered crowd to a more secluded area. They moved away from the busy pavilion where the ranch’s employees and family were busy setting out their lawn chairs for the perfect spot to watch the fireworks display. This year, as Leland’s new wife, Pepper had accepted the task of organizing the Fourth of July picnic from her mother-in-law. It was a passing of the torch, so to speak, between generations. She’d done her very best—and now Leland meant to reward her.

  Pepper kept close to Leland’s back, trusting him to guide her through the darkness. His boots crunched brittle grass. The stark whiteness of his Stetson stood out against the inky purple skyline. He radiated such heat it intensified the scent that was so uniquely him. Cedar. Leather. Sweat. She yearned to bury her nose against his neck and inhale deeply. Already her thighs clenched with need. Desire rode low and hard in her belly. All day he’d teased her with lingering kisses and touches, his hand sometimes playfully swatting her backside or resting on the curve of her waist.

  Leland halted so suddenly her nose bumped his back. Turning around, he gave a soft chuckle and swept her into his arms. Pepper melted into his embrace. She loved the feeling of his big, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders. Only with this man, her lover, her husband, had she ever felt so safe and secure. Leland was everything she’d ever wanted and more.

  Desperate for a taste of him, Pepper rose on tiptoes and skimmed her lips over his chin. The barest hint of stubble rasped her plump mouth. He turned into her searching lips and claimed her mouth with the most tender of kisses. She loved this side of him, the gentle and kind lover behind the rugged cowboy. Riding the pastures or working in the pens, Leland was as harsh and hard as the situation required, but with her, he shifted completely, leaving all that roughness at the door. He often surprised her with his sweetness and the little romantic gestures she’d never expected from such a man’s man.

  Of course, there were nights when Leland unleashed his control and was wild with her. She’d never imagined one could find such exquisite pleasure from the stinging thud of a properly applied leather strap or the kiss of a flattened palm against her backside. Her satiated body often proudly bore the marks of those nights for days. A ripple of excitement shook her core. Was tonight one of those nights?

  “Wait here.”

  Pepper nodded and stood still as Leland moved away from her. The moonlight provided just enough glow over the private patch of grass and trees to allow her to see Leland clearly. He plucked a patchwork quilt from a wicker picnic basket and spread it out on the ground. Smiling wickedly, he held out his hand. She needed no further invite and hurried to him.

  Ever so gently, Leland guided her down to the quilt. She snatched the cowboy hat from his head and set it aside. His fingers threaded through her loose hair as he pressed her back to the blanket and captured her lips. Pepper arched into him. His thick cock strained against the front of his jeans and jutted against her navel. Her sex pulsed with need. She clutched at his sides as he devoured her mouth, his tongue darting between her lips. He tasted of sugary sweet iced tea and blueberries and she couldn’t get enough.

  “Leland.” Her breathless whisper pierced the quiet night. In the distance, the murmur of voices and laughter could be heard. Pepper tried to remember they weren’t completely out of earshot of their guests.

  She shivered as his rough hand cupped her knee and slid along the curve of her bare thigh beneath the skirt of her flirty sun dress. Leland nuzzled her neck and nipped lightly at a sensitive spot there. She moaned softly and pressed against his searching hand. It drifted between her thighs. Her cunt practically fluttered with anticipation. When he touched her panties, his fingers tracing her lips through the damp fabric, a mewling cry escaped her lips.

  “You’re so wet,” Leland said, his breath tickling her ear.

  “For you, Leland,” Pepper replied, her pussy aching and so very hot. “Only for you.”

  Leland gripped the waist of her panties and tugged them down with a sharp jerk. Desperate to feel his touch, she lifted her hips. In a matter of seconds, he removed the barrier between their bodies and tossed them aside. Only vaguely did she wonder where they’d landed or how she’d find them later.

  He cupped her mound and then grazed his fingernails up and down her smooth skin. She shuddered at his teasing touch. “Your skin is so hot.”

  Pepper kissed his jaw. He hadn’t even gotten close to her clit yet and already her tummy quivered with the first stirrings of an orgasm. The dry night air felt cool against her pussy, her skin slick with her cream. Leland parted her lips and brushed his thumb over her swollen clit.

  “I can’t to get my tongue on this sweet pussy.”

  Pepper whimpered and nipped at his earlobe. “Make me come, Leland.”

  Laughing softly, he gathered her close to his chest and rolled onto his back. “Ride my mouth, sugar.”

  Her thighs tightened as she nearly came from just the sound of his gruff voice. Pepper trembled with excitement at his naughty request. She glanced around, suddenly aware of just how easily any one of their guests might stumble upon them. What if they were discovered this way? The thought of being discovered riding her husband’s face ramped up the illicit nature of their tryst. She couldn’t deny him now.

  Leland clasped her hips as she settled into position over his mouth. Straddling him like this, Pepper felt so incredibly open and vulnerable. She pulled the fabric of her skirt tight across her tummy, placing the excess around her lower back. She wanted to see Leland, wanted to watch him eating her cunt until she came against his talented tongue and lips.

  She gripped her thighs and held her breath in anticipation of that first wondrous touch of his tongue to her pussy. His big, warm hands grasped her ass, holding her in place as he flicked the pointed tip of his tongue against her clit. Pepper inhaled sharply. It was all she could do not to cry out and grind against him. She was torn between wanting to come right then and there and wanting to draw out the experience for as long as possible, to enjoy every second of pleasurable torment.

  As if reading her mind, Leland tortured her with his soft lips and probing tongue, bringing her to the brink of exploding and then backing off until she’d pulled away from the precipice. He sucked the pulsing nub between his lips and moved his tongue across it with side to side licks. Pepper moaned and clutched at her belly, her fingernails biting into her skin. His tongue followed her slit, outlining her clit with the slowest of circles and then drifting lower and plunging into her dripping entrance. His nose stimulated her clit as he ate at her pussy. She bucked against his mouth, driven nearly insane at the dueling sensations of his tongue and nose.

  “Leland!” Her tummy vibrated wildly. White hot heat blossomed in her core. She was going to come—and hard.

  He squeezed her ass and nipped playfully at her clit. “That’s it, sugar. Fuck my face.”

  Pepper felt a little gush at his filthy words. Leland hummed appreciatively and lapped hungrily at her juices. “Love the way you taste. Want you to come in my mouth.”

  Whatever control she’d maintained over her body vanished. Overwhelmed with a nearly primal need, Pepper wantonly whipped her hips over Leland’s mouth. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. His nose only added to the immense pleasure. Like a tightening coil, her orgasm built in her lower belly. Sparks rippled through her thighs and into her chest. Her breaths hitched and she inhaled staccato gasps. She cupped her breasts through her dress. Her stiff nipples stabbed through the fabric. She tilted her head back and fought to breathe. Eyes closed, she con
centrated on the incessant flick of Leland’s tongue.

  “Leland!” Head thrown back, Pepper exploded with the most staggering rush of ecstasy she’d ever experienced. Overhead, fireworks filled the wide open Texas sky with brilliant bursts of color. She convulsed and moaned as Leland drew out her orgasm until she thought she just might pass out from the sheer perfection of it.

  She’d just barely come down from one peak when Leland moved his tongue right back to her clit and forced her into another mind blowing explosion. Shattering into a thousand pieces, Pepper fell forward, hands planted on the cool grass, and bit her lip to keep from shrieking. Leland’s fingers slid inside her juicy cunt. He showed no mercy as he thrust into her wet channel and went wild on her hyper stimulated clit with his mouth. Her body was on fire. Lust and desire and need burned through her veins. Her heart stuttered as she panted and growled, the feral sounds rushing from her lips shocking even to her ears. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Could a person die from coming so perfectly and wonderfully hard?

  Seemingly in tune with her thoughts, Leland slowly dialed down his sensual assault. His licking and suckling grew gentler. He carefully removed his fingers from her oozing cunt and smoothly shifted her onto the blanket. Her skirt bunched around her waist. Wetness streamed down her thighs. She stared up at the beautiful display of fireworks. After such an experience, Pepper could barely process a coherent thought.

  Leland snuggled close and slid his arm beneath her shoulders. He sucked his fingers clean, eyelids drifting together as if he were savoring the most delectable of nectars. He tenderly caressed her face and kissed her with so much love she thought her heart might burst. The musk of her sex clung to his lips and chin and nose. She ran her tongue over his lips, gathering her own flavor. There was something so incredibly intimate about sharing this moment.

  Reveling in afterglow, Pepper tucked her head against Leland’s neck. He soothingly petted her back as they watched the breathtaking fireworks display. She knew without a doubt this orgasm would be forever etched in her mind. One day, when she was old and grey, she would remember this moment so clearly crystallized in her mind as one of the most beautiful of her life.

  As the last remnants of bright blue and red faded in the sky, Leland sat up and climbed to his feet. Rather reluctantly, Pepper joined him. If only they could stay like this all night, camped out under the stars… But their duties as hosts hadn’t yet ended.

  Always prepared, Leland produced a hand towel from the picnic basket. She accepted it gratefully. She couldn’t go back to face their guests with the evidence of their tryst pooling between her thighs. Somehow Leland managed to locate her panties. He knelt down and helped her into them. Her belly quivered when he pressed a kiss to her sex through the cotton. She ran her fingers through his short hair, wishing there was more time for her to return the favor.

  Pepper stepped off the quilt and snatched up Leland’s cowboy hat. He made quick work of folding the quilt and stowing it in the basket. He strode toward her, looking ever so deliciously sexy even with a picnic basket dangling from his hand. She slipped an arm around his waist and plunked his hat down on his head. Nuzzling her nose against his, she kissed him deeply. “What do you say after we see everyone off we head back to the homestead and make some fireworks of our own?”

  Leland chuckled sexily and brushed his lips over hers. “Sugar, I’d say you best be prepared to spend the rest of the night screaming my name.”

  Pepper quaked with anticipation. Her pussy clenched with need. “Promise?”

  “Always.”

  SPURS

  Chapter One

  Daphne’s tummy quivered at the metallic jangle of spurs and heavy boots on the wooden floorboards. For the rest of her life that sound would conjure only one image in her mind: Cord Burnett, the sexiest, most drop dead gorgeous cowboy she’d ever seen. Growing up in Texas, Daphne had seen her fair share of cattlemen but never had any of them compared to Cord. From the moment she’d clapped eyes on him, she’d just known he was the man for her.

  Unfortunately it didn’t seem as if Cord shared her sentiments.

  She tried not to dwell on that miserable fact as he drew near. Instead she settled deeper in the corner of the comfy sofa and pretended to be engrossed by the article on supermassive black holes in her scientific journal. The footsteps came closer, the jingling spurs surprisingly noisy in the empty ranch house. When Cord drew near, Daphne’s entire body flared with awareness. He was so close his body heat penetrated her arm and the side of her face. As he moved around to stand in front of the couch, his smell filled her nose. Leather. Sweat. Horses.

  If only she could bottle it and keep it for those lonely nights she’d soon face once she embarked on her graduate studies.

  “Where is everybody?”

  His gruff voice shook her to the very core. She looked up slowly, savoring every second of raking her eyes over his dusty, muscular form. Those piercing blue eyes made her shiver. His square jaw with its five o’clock shadow lent him a roguish look. The Stetson sitting atop his head hid most of his prematurely graying hair. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped up in those big, strong forearms.

  Shaking off her momentary enthrallment, Daphne met his gaze. “Kate and Derek decided to drive into Austin for the weekend. They won’t be back until Sunday afternoon.”

  She noted the smallest tic in Cord’s jaw. He’d done his best to avoid her during her two week visit to his ranch. She’d never imagined his dislike of her ran so deep he would be upset with Kate, his own niece, for leaving Daphne behind for a few days. The knowledge he couldn’t stand to be alone with her stung painfully.

  Daphne looked away, not wanting him to see the hurt in her eyes. “I made dinner but don’t feel obligated to try it.” She tried to make light of the situation with an impish smile. “I’m not known for my cooking skills.”

  Cord’s expression softened a bit. “I’m sure it’s just fine. I need a shower first.” He gestured to his filthy clothing. “Half an hour okay?”

  “Sure.” Her gaze drifted to his backside as he walked away from her. She’d never seen such a perfect ass. The denim stretched taut across his butt only exaggerated its perfection. It was all she could do some days not to reach out and swat it. What would Cord do if she did? She doubted he’d be very impressed.

  Daphne dropped the magazine onto her lap and leaned her head back against the sofa cushion. She buried her face in her hands. What was supposed to be three weeks of uninterrupted, completely disconnected-from –thereal world vacation in the gorgeous Hill Country of Texas was turning into a nightmare. Kate had been so excited to bring Daphne and Derek out to the sprawling ranch where she’d spent her childhood.

  For Derek, it was a chance to experience the life his soon-to-be wife had lived for years. Like Daphne, Derek had led a rather cushy life in Houston. They’d both attended the best schools, Derek at a private school in Houston and Daphne going to boarding school abroad. They’d both graduated from top notch universities. Derek now worked with their father and was being groomed to take over the family business. Marrying Kate in the spring was just the next step on the path their parents had laid out for him almost as soon as he’d been conceived.

  Daphne, on the other hand, had jumped at the chance to escape from her mother’s never-ending parade of eligible Ivy League graduates. She was about to start studying for her PhD for goodness sake! Bagging a blue-blooded husband with high earning potential and the “right” connections was the last thing on her mind. She needed space, some time to decompress after four years of studying astrophysics at Caltech, and this ranch located in the middle of nowhere had seemed the perfect choice.

  Until she’d met Cord and all her plans were shot to hell.

  Falling in lust with her best friend’s uncle had to be the very worst thing she’d ever done. Not that she had any control over it, of course. It had simply happened. One look at that rough, raw man and she was gone. She
smiled wryly at the irony of her situation. Generally she had to beat men off with a stick but the only man she’d ever craved wanted nothing to do with her.

  Annoyed, Daphne tossed the magazine onto the coffee table. She heard Cord’s bedroom door close and almost instantly the naughty images started. In her mind, Cord undressed slowly, stripping down to his birthday suit and revealing inch after delicious inch of tanned, toned body. His thick cock stood at attention. He stroked the length of his rock hard shaft as he pointed to floor in front of him. She hurried to comply, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him with such hunger. She desperately wanted to taste his cum, to suck his cock and hear him groan with pleasure.

  As Daphne entertained her filthy fantasy, she allowed her hands lift up the fabric of her long skirt. Her fingers slid inside her panties and between the lips of her throbbing sex. Eyes closed, she imagined Cord’s cock in her mouth as she stroked her clit. The little pearl begged for attention. She flicked her fingers over it as she enjoyed the fantasy of Cord pressing his cock between her wet lips. His phantom fingers tightened in her hair as he pumped his hips and fucked her mouth just the way she wanted. He breathed heavily as he neared his climax.

  The excitement of behaving so wantonly and of risking Cord finding her masturbating on his living room couch only made Daphne hotter. As imaginary Cord came all over Daphne’s mouth, she slid her fingers inside her wet pussy and thrust them against her g-spot. No lover had ever been able to bring her to climax but she’d never had a problem achieving the Big O on her own. With such a dirty fantasy racing through her mind, Daphne had no problem coming now either. She pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress and strummed her clit with her thumb. Mouth open but no noise issuing forth, Daphne came hard.

  She might not be able to have Cord in real life, but in the realm of her fantasies, that man was all hers.

  *

  Cord cursed his rotten luck as he stood beneath the pounding spray of his shower head. Of all the times for Kate to run off with her fiancé for a weekend in Austin! Being alone with Daphne was going to kill him.