by Marie Jermy
Giving Ramona one last kiss, his mouth and hands began a slow, sensual journey of delicate nips and feather-light caresses downward, his nose drinking in her fruity and rain-kissed smell. His hands reached their destination first.
“You’re so very beautiful,” Rex murmured into Ramona’s collarbone as he palmed one of her breasts, squeezing its fullness, and then rubbing his fingers over the puckered coral peak. She uttered a long moan and arched upward, her arms circling his neck to bring his head lower. He accepted the invitation.
With sure hands spanning her waist, and at the same time of moving onto his knees, Rex lifted Ramona and rested her on his thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist for extra stability, her arms around his neck, her fingers laced through his hair.
“Where was I? Ah, yes, I was about to gorge myself on these peaches.” He brought her breast to his mouth, first giving her taut nipple a wet lick, then blowing a stream of air over it.
“Have you got a fruit fetish?” Ramona throatily murmured.
He laughed as he enclosed his lips around her, sucking and rolling her taut nipple around his tongue before rooting it to the roof of his mouth. He tilted his head slightly, the sound of his stubble rasping the delicious tender flesh of her breasts making his stomach do a funny little flip.
Ramona writhed closer to Rex, her legs tightening their grip around his waist, making him wince as his cock strained against the zipper. “Darlin’, I’m gonna have to take these jeans off or risk damaging a certain part of my anatomy that I’m really quite fond of.” Her sniggering as she unwound her legs and sat back down amongst the hay annoyed him somewhat. “You need a good spanking,” he told her.
Her eyes glinted with a wicked light as she studied something over his left shoulder. He followed her line of sight. The riding crop was far too extreme for his tastes, but what was hanging alongside it was certainly appealing. Then he remembered what happened to Samantha. His cock dipped, and he found himself with more crotch space.
She must have noticed his concerned expression as he stared at the leather reins. “What is it?” she asked.
He turned back to her. “I really wanted to tie you up, but with what happened to your sister…”
Reaching out, Ramona folded her hand over his and smiled. “You’re more of a man than that bastard Raven will ever be. You’re worth a million of him. I trust you, and I know you won’t hurt me. Tie me up and let’s get kinky.”
She wanted him to tie her up? And get kinky with him? Crotch space was no more. Rex stood and shucked his jeans and boots. Taking the leather reins off the hook, he approached Ramona and pulled her to her feet. “Are you sure about doing this?”
“I’m sure.”
“Why don’t we think of a word, so if you get uncomfortable and want to stop…”
“Banana.”
“Banana?” he repeated, frowning slightly.
“Mmm, a fun-sized one at that. Payback for calling my ass a watermelon.”
Rex laughed as he looped one end of the reins around Ramona’s wrists and pulled it tight, but not enough to mark her. “I’ll have you know I like watermelon.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. “I also like plums. Your mouth is like a plum, ripe and delicious. And as for these…” he said, gesturing to her breasts, “Succulent and juicy, just like peaches.”
“Great, I’m a fruit salad,” she pouted as he backed her against the back of the stall and tossed the reins over a protruding beam, pulling them down, raising her arms over her head, and tying the end around her wrists to keep them raised.
“You okay?” Rex asked, staring deep into her eyes for any signs that she wasn’t. There were none.
“Yep. You?”
He grinned as he dropped to his knees before her. “Going bananas for your forest fruits.”
Her giggle dissolved into an impatient grunt when he first brushed his fingers over her curvy hips and flat belly, before dipping them lower to between the moist curls. Using his thumbs to part her pussy lips, he exposed her clit and blew a steady stream of air over it. Her fruity, musky scent almost sapped his control, but he remained firm. He was going to take his time and pleasure her.
Leaning in, he flicked the sweet nub of her clit with the tip of his tongue. He traced his name around it, driving her crazy by keeping his tongue light when he drew her name.
“Harder,” Ramona groaned, pushing her hips forward as Rex snaked one hand up around to rest on her ass, keeping her in position.
“Like this?” he asked, licking the ever-moistening creases with the flat of his tongue. “Or like this?” He raised her left leg to rest on the trough next to them, angled his head, and clamped his mouth over her clit, sucking firmly. A strangled gasp was his only reply. However, Rex got more than a strangled gasp when he inserted his fore and middle fingers inside Ramona’s hot, slick pussy, sliding in and out, in and out… He got a howl. Not sure if it was a howl of pleasure or pain, he drew back and looked up at her. “Banana?”
“Yes. No, I mean, yes… Yes, I’m coming. Or I was, but you stopped just when the party was getting started.”
“But you wailed. I thought…”
“Well, you thought wrong. Now, get back in there and finish what you started.”
Rex blinked. “Er, who’s in charge here?”
“Just because I’m tied up, it doesn’t mean you are.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Yep.” Pulling at the reins, Ramona attempted to flick them from the overhead beam, but they snared on a raised splinter. “Damn!”
“Oh, well, guess I win.” As Rex moved back into his original position, a soft whinny behind him caught his attention. He turned his head. Idly munching on some hay, an inquisitive expression, if that was possible for a horse, etched over his face, Clyde was watching them from the next stall. “Go away, Clyde, this is no peep show.”
He grinned when Clyde did as he was told. He turned back to Ramona and reinserted his fingers into her slick pussy, immediately making her shriek. She let out another one when he pushed them higher, higher, until he filled her completely. She felt so hot, so ripe, so good, he definitely wanted to finish what he’d started. Wiggling and scissoring his fingers a few times, he withdrew them from her pussy and rubbed them over and around her clit, until she wailed again.
“Are you coming?” he asked. She nodded, and he went down on her, licking, sucking, and nuzzling, coating his mouth with her honeyed juices, burying his fingers deep inside her pussy, making her howl as wave after wave shook her body into a state of near collapse.
Rex felt Ramona’s legs buckling. Standing and holding her steady, he untied one end of the reins and gave it a yank, causing them to slip from the beam. Her hands, still tied together, fell down around his neck. Her soft sigh turned into a wanton purr when he hungrily kissed her mouth. He hoped the scent of her cum on his lips reminded her of her wish to use her mouth on him.
She definitely remembered because she started wiggling impatiently downward. He lowered them to the floor and maneuvered her to straddle him. He then wrapped the reins around his hand, but leaving enough slack for her to use her hands on him as well. “Just so you don’t forget,” he said, giving the reins a sharp pull so she landed against his chest. “I’m still in charge.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Ramona gave each of his nipples a hard nip with her teeth. She smiled with obvious relish at his sharp hiss. She slowly shifted downward, tracing each of his ribs with her fingers, then her tongue, no doubt taking further relish in the power she had in making him quiver and groan out his want for her mouth to be around his cock.
Finally, she drew level with his groin. His steel-hard erection was pushing against the fabric of his boxers. She cast him a teasing look as she tugged the material from his hips and his cock sprang free. “Hello, banana.”
“Funny.”
“You started this fruity subject, so I might as well continue with it.” She cupped his balls and gave them a f
irm squeeze. “What shall I call these? I know. A couple of lemons. Shall I suck them and see?” she asked as she removed his boxers, threw them over her shoulder, and kneeled between his legs.
“Suck right ahead. But if you’re wanting cream to go on your fruit salad, then you’re gonna be sucking on the wrong fruit.” Her giggles vibrated around his balls as she took each one in turn into her mouth, sucking gently, his moans just as soft.
She curled the fingers of one hand around his hard shaft and stroked down and up, down and up, down and up… Then, when his foreskin retracted, she used the thumb of her free hand to circle the smooth crown, smearing the drop of cum he’d allowed to leak, and making him shout out his X-rated joy. “That’s. So. Fuckin’. Good!”
“It’ll be even better if you stand up.”
Rex definitely liked the idea of having Ramona on her knees before him, giving him head. Scrambling to his feet, holding the reins taut, tugging her forward, he backed into the stall door. With the way she was eyeing his cock, he had the feeling he was going to need something to lean against.
As she kneeled in front of him, she cast him a teasing smile. “Hello again, banana,” she said as she went to touch him, but he yanked the reins up and held her hands against his chest.
“Just suck me!” he ordered.
Each slow, deep suck followed by fast, wet flicks of her tongue to the triangle of sensitive skin on the underside of his cock was exquisite torture. Banging his head against the door, Rex wasn’t too sure how much more he could take, the erotic sensations when she twisted her hands free and pressed her fingers against his perineum nearly making him cry.
As orgasms went, he knew this one was loaded, possibly a ball-breaker. In terms of fellatio, what kind of woman was Ramona? Did she spit or swallow? He knew what he preferred, but could she take it? He decided no, and neither did he want her to. But with her luscious mouth wrapped around his cock, his brain refused to engage into telling her to stop.
His hands cupped her head, guiding, never forcing, and Rex surrendered to the pleasure that was Ramona’s mouth blowing his cock. He was about a hairsbreadth away from coming when Ramona sharply pulled away, leaving him gasping for air.
“Rex, I want you inside me. I want this, your cock, inside me.”
Ramona’s words echoed Rex’s sentiments exactly.
He took her to the floor, rolling on top of her and reaching for his jeans in the same motion. He removed his wallet but then remembered he’d already used the condom he kept in there. He looked down at her. Her expression was on the verge of freezing his balls off, reminding him of what happened the day before in the treatment room.
But today, that very minute, was different. There were no painful flashbacks, no sound of Stacey’s poison taunting him. The only thing on his mind was his want and his need for the woman beneath him. Ramona. She’d said she trusted him when he’d tied her up. He’d be a fool not to trust her. He tossed the wallet away.
Rex lifted Ramona’s legs. Then, tightening his grip on her hips, he drove himself deep inside her hot, wet pussy, his raw groan not exactly on the same par in terms of noise level as hers, but still loaded with want. Her fingernails dug deep into his back, making him wince as he moved in and out, alternating between short, sharp thrusts and long, deep strokes.
“Does that hurt?” Ramona asked as she scraped her nails down his spine.
“You know it does. But don’t fuckin’ stop!”
She happily obliged, clawing his back with her nails and beating the balls of her feet against his ass. The sex kitten had turned into an extremely vocal sex tigress. She howled with passionate conviction as his thrusting took her to another climax that quite simply left her trembling in its wake. He followed right behind her, his own release bordering on a painful, but totally mind-blowing, ball-breaking release.
After a few minutes, spent and senses gathered, Rex withdrew and lay beside Ramona, removing the reins from around her wrists so they could cuddle. For a second she resisted, but then she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.
“You smell of hay and horse sh—”
“Don’t spoil a romantic moment,” he said, interrupting her.
“I don’t do romance.”
“What do you do then?”
“Sex. The kind of sex like we’ve just had. You-Tarzan-me-Jane-jungle-jump-sex.”
His cock twitched at the thought of having another session of “You-Tarzan-me-Jane-jungle-jump-sex.” Incredible. Never in his adult life had he been up for round two so soon. Or should that be round three? He corrected, remembering the knee-trembler up against the tree. “There’s just one problem with that,” he said, his mouth quirking at the corners, “we’re not in the jungle.”
“So? I’m not called Jane and you ain’t got a loincloth, but I’m not gonna let that bother me.” Rex’s cell phone rang. She sighed. “That might, though.”
Laughing, Rex snagged his jeans and removed the phone from the pocket. He flipped it open. “If that’s Watson, then I’m gonna personally stick a very large needle up his ass…” His words died in his throat. The number flashing on the LCD wasn’t Bud Watson’s. It was Stacey’s. He swore hotly under his breath, added an equally hot epithet, and then answered the call, knowing if he didn’t his ex-wife would continue to ring until he did. “What do you want, Stacey?” he demanded, his tone now clipped and harsh.
He listened for a few moments and then flinched when Ramona removed something from his hair. She showed him several spikes of hay. The yellow straws reminded him of where he was, what he’d just done, and who he’d done it with. It was time to end this conversation.
“The day I return to you, Stacey, will be the day when hell freezes over.”
Rex pressed the “off” button, snapped the phone shut, and tossed it over his shoulder. Then, crushing his mouth to Ramona’s, he kissed her with such intensity that the icy shroud that had enveloped his body when Stacey told him she wanted to give their marriage another go, melted.
He rolled Ramona onto her back and moved his hand to between her legs. Her pussy was hot and incredibly wet. Wet from her cum. Wet from his cum. An intense never-to-be-dampened inferno unfurled within his guts, fanning upward and downward, scoring direct hits with his cock and his heart at the same time. He softened his brutal kiss and whispered her name against her lips.
“Yes, Rex?”
“I’ve got a loincloth back at the house.”
Chapter 9
Balls tight, his cock throbbing from his orgasm, Rex released his hold on Ramona’s hips, backed away from her well-rounded ass, and collapsed facedown on the bed beside her, drained, sweaty, yet very, very happy. Three hours and a further three episodes of “You-Tarzan-me-Jane-jungle-jump-sex” had done that for him.
She rolled away from him, but summoning an ounce of energy, he shot out a hand, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back to his side. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the bathroom.”
“For?”
“For a pee, if that’s all right?”
“Desperate?”
“No, but—”
“Good,” Rex interrupted. “We can have a cuddle.” He moved onto his back and tucked Ramona in close, his left hand resting behind his head, his right doodling circles on her hip. The fingers of her right hand traced his ribs while her right thigh slid up over his. “Mmm, that’s nice, darlin’.” He laughed when her fingers and leg stilled. “Why don’t you do romance?”
“Who’s Stacey?”
This time, it was Rex that stilled. But then he relaxed and continued with his featherlight caresses. He’d anticipated that question. “Ladies first.”
“All my exes have cheated and lied to me. If there’s a faithful man out there, I can’t seem to find him. Why do men do it? They tell you they love you and want to be with you forever, and then five minutes later they’re banging somebody else.”
He quickly quashed the flare of indignation. While he hadn’t lied or chea
ted, he had walked out on his marriage, though not without reason. “Not all men are like that, Ramona. I’m certainly not.” He paused before answering her question. “Stacey’s my ex-wife.”
Ramona propped herself up on her elbow, her striking green eyes widening with surprise as he met her questioning gaze. “You were married? For how long?”
“Five years. I’ve been divorced for seven months now.”
“Why’d you split?”
“I wanted a family. She didn’t.” It hurt to say that, and, shit, wasn’t that the truth, too. Her eyes brimmed with questions that he didn’t want to answer. “I don’t want to talk about it. Sorry.”
She opened her mouth as if to say something, seemed to think better of it, and then smiled seductively. “Okay. Let’s have jungle-jump sex.”
He groaned as she slid from the bed. “You’re kidding me?”
“Nope. I’ll go have a pee first.” Ramona paused in the doorway. “Why don’t you put your culinary skills to use again and go rustle up some food? It’ll keep our strength up. Oh, and some coffee. Caffeine’s good for an all-nighter of jungle-jump-sex.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Rex pushed himself to his feet, surprised none of his limbs objected. “Why don’t we go to Rendezvous? I hear it’s the best restaurant in the Beaverhead County. And luck would have it, it’s only a twenty-minute walk away. What?” he asked at her frown. “Too romantic? It’s only dinner, Ramona.”
“As in a date?”
“Not if you don’t want it to be. Look, I promise not to hold your hand or serenade you. And if there are candles on the table, I’ll blow them out.”
“Okay,” she grudgingly agreed. “I’ll grab a shower. Wanna join me?”
He ignored her sly and tempting smile. “I do and we’ll never leave.”
“But you smell.”
“I, what?” he asked, expressing indignation, before catching his sweaty odor. He grinned. “Point taken. I’ll have a shower. After you.” He poked his forefinger at her. “You’ve got ten minutes. Five minutes for the shower, five minutes to clean the mess you’ll no doubt leave.” He laughed when she stuck her tongue out at him.