He was thrusting hard and deep, and she could feel need building in her core. Lifting her hips to meet his thrusts to her G spot, she began to pulse her internal muscles around his cock. He smiled thrusting harder and deeper. He began to go faster, both breathing hard and moaning.
“You have me, Georgiana. I am going to come, hard and deep inside you.”
He closed his eyes and she watched his face, as she bucked against him. He exploded inside her, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his head thrown back, and his body glistening with sweat. She could feel his cock pulse as he shot hot streams into her. Georgie worked her internal muscles, helping to pump every last drop.
Vicente collapsed onto the floor as Georgie kicked the pillows out from under her hips. They held each other tightly, breathing into each other and kissing gently until their breathing returned to normal. She looked into his eyes and touched his face gently. “That was incredible.”
“As I knew it would be, mi amore.”
Eventually, he got up to put more wood on the fire and brought her glass of wine. They lay in the firelight, legs entwined, sharing the quiet.
They dozed a bit, and when Georgie woke, she looked at Vicente whose eyes were closed, his breathing rhythmic and quiet. Georgie went to the bathroom and as she returned, put out the candles. The only light in the cabin was a small nightlight and the fire in the fireplace. She added a few more logs and then got back under the covers in their nest.
“I want more of you Vicente,” she whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his face and running her hands down his side to his hips. Sliding under the blankets, she kissed and nipped down his back, feeling the muscles even as he was relaxed. He stirred and began to moan quietly.
Georgie took his soft cock in her hand and began softly squeezing it, stroking the head and gently moving her hand up and down on his shaft. He rolled over, placing his hands on her hips. At the same time as he rolled, she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth, tonguing it rapidly with little licks. Georgie could hear the rate of Vicente’s breathing increasing as his cock got harder in her hot, wet mouth.
Georgie began to move her head up and down on his now-hard shaft, sucking as she pulled up and releasing as she moved back down. She moved between his legs.
Vicente threw off the blanket. “I want to watch you suck me, mi amore. Oh, that is so very good.”
Georgie turned her head sideways and held his cock in her hands. Vicente moaned aloud in pleasure as slurping sounds from Georgie’s mouth grew louder and more rapid.. She moved her head again, facing him and pursing her lips, pressing them against his cock and rapidly moving the head back and forth across her lips, thrusting her tongue to lap at the underside. Thrusting his hips and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, Vicente was moaning, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers.
Suddenly sitting upright, he grabbed Georgie by the hips and hauled her up to his chest. “Sit on my cock. I need to fuck you.”
His cock slid easily deep into her wet folds and she began to ride him. He pulled her closer to him so they were chest to chest, her nipples smashed against his. Their hips crashed together, and their kissing was almost violent. They were both so needful for each other. He grabbed her ass on either side and pinched and squeezed her rounded cheeks.
“Oh God, Vicente, that feels so good…the little exquisite pains. Make me come, Vicente, harder, please make me come.”
His head was buried deep into her neck. “Yes, mi querida. Yes.”
Vicente planted his feet firmly on the floor and lifted his hip, using the power in his muscled thighs to slam his cock into her, deeply and sharply, before pulling it back out to the opening of her slit. He thrust again and began to grunt, low, animal sounds. Reaching between them, Vicente began to rub circles around Georgie’s clit with his thumb. Georgie began to pant, feeling the orgasm about to overwhelm her senses. All she could hear was his low growl of “ughhhhhh” and her panting, both punctuated by cries of “Oh…my…oh…”
He was squeezing her ass cheeks, digging his fingers deep into her flesh, and he rammed her hips down to meet his pounding cock again and again. Georgie’s explosion came, and she screamed out her passion, her pussy releasing hot juices, drenching him further. Georgie clenched her internal muscles around his shaft prolonging her release as he thrust one final time, burying his face in her neck and grunting, his cock throbbing in the hot river of their mingled orgasm.
Georgie kissed him, tenderly and gently, running her tongue around his lips and lightly into his mouth. “You can go back to sleep, now, Vicente. I am sorry I woke you.”
He chuckled quietly, “Georgiana, you may wake me up like that anytime.” He pulled her close, stroking her arms and her head and planting tiny kisses along her jaw. “Anytime.”
Chapter 11:
Something Important
Georgie could feel a bit of sun on her face and struggled for a moment remembering where she was. She came fully awake and realized that there was a hard dick pushing up against her ass, and hands, strong masculine hands, playing with her nipples and teasing her pussy from behind. Vicente’s deep accented voice rumbled in her ear, “Mi quiedera, Georgiana, I want to feel you wrapped around me…good morning, love.”
He reached down and lifted her leg slightly, angling his hard cock into her waiting pussy. Georgie was wet, still hot from their night of passion, and excited about the morning. Vicente rose onto his arm and moved his other hand to roll her already pebble like nipples in between his fingers. “Ah, God, you are so tight and smooth, like hot velvet. Don’t move, Georgiana. Let me do this for you.”
He slid in and out of her pussy, gently, slowly, kissing her neck and licking her ears, the back of her neck. His hand slid down her body away from her nipple, and she moaned at the loss of the pinching. Soon enough, his finger dipped into her wetness and slid up to her clit, ensuring that he had plenty of juice to slide his finger through. He worked the upper right of her pussy, just above her clit—around and around, back and forth, tapping, holding steady, around and around. He had figured out the secret for her—not direct contact but indirect, stroking, circling, wetness. Georgie was moaning and writhing as he moved his cock slowly in and out from behind, alternating just the head into the opening of her slit and almost out with hard thrusts, so hard she could hear his balls slap her ass.
“Vicente, I’ve never felt anything like this. Gentle, intense at the same time. Vicente, don’t stop. I am going to come. Come with me Vicente, please. Please. I need to feel you come with me.” She was begging, pleading, overcome by some emotion that was making her believe that the only thing that mattered at that very moment was coming together. It was symbolic. It was real. It was love.
Georgie was panting, and Vicente increased his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside her. Vicente was working her clit and added his second finger, angled flat, just barely, onto her clit. She went over the edge, tightening her pussy on his cock, pulsing her internal muscles as he thrust. Vicente began to moan as his cock grew suddenly harder as he pumped. Moaning and panting, the heat from their combined friction hit her clit with the intensity of a blowtorch.
“Ooooooh, my Goooo…” Vicente thrust hard and pinched her clit lightly, as he shuddered, his cock spurting deep inside her.
They moved together slowly for a few more minutes and then stopped, spent and happy. In those moments, they both knew that last night and the morning lovemaking had been incredibly important. Their connection had been made and their rhythm set.
Vicente looked at her with a serious face. “Georgiana, may I tell you something important?”
She nodded, questioning what he was about to say.
“Last night, and this morning…” He breathed in deeply and continued. “We are perfect together. Perfect. I have never been more satisfied, more happy than I am right now.”
She nodded again. “Yes, Vicente, you are incredible. You…you worried about me, took care of me. I have never felt more cherished.”
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He looked at her directly. “That was my intent, mi querida.” He paused. “May I tell you something else? It too is very important.”
Georgie worried. He looked deadly serious, as if he were about to tell her something horrible.
He took both of her hands into his and stared into her eyes. “My back is killing me. The next time we do this, we need a bed.”
Georgie’s eyes flew open wide, and she burst out laughing, falling back into the pile of pillows. She could scarcely catch her breath but choked out, “O…kay. Bed. Fine. Done. Tonight, my bed. Is that okay with you?”
His kiss and his smile told her that her bed that night would be just fine.
Chapter 12:
Untethered
Freddie and Georgie walked their horses out to the field so they could graze on what little grass was left. Soon, the fields would be hard and brown, and the horses would be eating more hay in the absence of the lush, green pasture grass.
“You seem happier, calmer since Vicente came, Georgie.”
“Of course I do.” She laughed. “I am having spectacular sex with a gorgeous man on a daily basis! You bet I am calmer and happier.”
“I know that, but it’s not what I mean. Before Vicente, you were always tight, in control of everything, bound up by something that you could not break from. You filled every minute with something to do and stretched yourself much too thin. There was also a bit of sadness I could see in your eyes. I don’t see that anymore.”
Georgie was quiet for a few minutes as they walked. “It’s interesting that you say that. You’re very perceptive, Freddie. Always have been. Yes, I will be serious. Three things have happened—Teegan and I had a brief affair but realized that we could never be long-term partners. We shall just be friends, and that’s good. I realized that I don’t have to spread myself so thin with the clinic, this farm, and judging. Giving up judging means I can be totally myself, do the writing and research I want to do by myself and with you. And finally, Vicente. I have no earthly idea why he chose me, but every day he makes me feel beautiful and desirable. He cherishes me, truly cherishes me in the best definition of the word.
“And, this will be very hard to explain, as I really don’t totally understand it yet myself, but I think Dash has released me somehow, but his spirit is still here. Vicente is interested in the history in Annapolis, the Faris tulips, in the sheep and loves the red gates. He has totally accepted those things that were purely Dash. I feel released, untethered, like a horse who has been on recovery in the stall for a month. When we take him outside and release the harness leathers, he runs, kicking up his heels and breathing in the clean air. You can see how he feels alive. I don’t know what tomorrow or next month will bring, but right now, that’s how I feel, untethered, set free to run, kick up my heels and breathe.”
Chapter 13:
Business Matters
Vicente rolled over and spooned with Georgie, his hand on her breast. He buried his face in her neck. “Good morning, mi cara. I have a Monday morning present for you.” His cock was rock hard, and he pushed it up against her ass.
Georgie moaned, rolled over, wrapped her arms around her man, and laughed. “I love a good morning boner!” Georgie pushed Vicente back on the bed and crawled on top of him. “How is it that even this early in the morning I am hot and ready for you? Hmm? Can you explain that to me?”
As she was saying this, she slowly slid his cock inside her hot pussy. She began to move, slowly at first, up and down and back and forth, driving his cock as deep as she possibly could. Vicente began to pump, moving his hips to meet Georgie’s rising and descending on his stiff cock. “Morning breath kiss, my love,” Georgie said and drove her mouth on to his, kissing him passionately. She breathed into his mouth, “I love you. Fuck me, Vicente, please.”
“With pleasure, my love,” Vicente said, and pounded harder, moving his hips to meet hers. Their pace increased and reached the frenzy point, each striving to please the other. They moved together, hard and harder again, pounding. Vicente’s breathing became rapid as his orgasm mounted. “Slowly, my love. Rise up and tease my cock with your pussy opening. I love it when you tease me.”
Georgie rose up, moving so that the head of Vicente’s cock was right at the opening of her wet pussy. She rose onto her knees and moved up and down, just on the head of Vicente’s cock.
“Yes, Georgiana, more. Tease me. Now, Georgiana. Harder. All the way in. I love it. More.”
Georgie drove her hips up and down and felt her need for him deep in her filling her. Their breathing matched, their gasps collided as Vicente came hard and strong into Georgie. She contracted, moving her muscles to take all of his cum. They fell together, sated, and fell back to sleep.
The alarm rang as usual at six. Georgie reached over to shut off the alarm and realized that she was still on top of Vicente. She looked at the face of the man she loved. He grinned.
“Hmm. Thank you for curing that annoying morning boner. I appreciate it.”
“My pleasure, sir. Anytime I can be of, ah, how shall we say, service to you. Ha!” They wrapped their arms around each other and rolled over, back and forth, greeting each other as had become their custom in the morning.
“Good morning, Georgiana. I hope you have a beautiful Monday.”
“Ah, Vicente, I hope you have a fabulous day, too.”
Coffee in hand, Georgie looked at the messages in her email and on her phone. Since she had decided not to do any more judging at jumping events, her focus had been selling her equine veterinary practice, training, and her research with Freddie on horse injuries in training and in competition. She and Freddie had grown closer as their research progressed and Vicente’s insights about racehorses had added a dimension they did not expect, but thoroughly welcomed. And the new protocol Georgie had developed for conditioning for competing riders and horses had been instituted at her barn. She was excited about this more than anything.
There was a message from the office manager of the Honor Creek Equine Veterinary Office reminding Georgie that she needed to come in and sign the nondisclosure for the potential buyer she was meeting today. As Georgie and Vicente grew closer and worked at the farm together, Georgie realized that she had spread herself much too thin, pining for Dash and the stability that he had brought to her. Their vet practice had been solid and profitable with a high reputation on the entire East Coast of the US. Dash had built the racehorse side of the business and Georgie had built the barn support side. That meant that largely her work was routine wellness checks and inoculations, dental work and emergencies. The nine vets in the practice needed a senior vet who was fully devoted to that practice and their demanding clientele. And frankly, she was not really interested anymore in being that person. Her life had opened up with the arrival of Vicente, and her old predictable life of three-a.m. colic emergency calls and vaccinations did not make her feel like she was truly contributing to the health and well-being of all horses. She wanted to make a difference in how horses were trained and competed and to work toward a drastic reduction in competition injuries. Selling the practice would free her up to fully develop her training and competition protocols.
So, a senior equine veterinarian from Ohio had come to visit the practice and to look at the finances. She wanted an iron-clad nondisclosure agreement from him as she was going to have to reveal to him that the practice was worth close to ten million dollars, including the hospital equipment, the vehicles, the hospital itself and the balance sheet of all the vets, techs, and support staff. Thinking this through again made Georgie realize that she was, for the first time, making decisions for herself and her future and not just doing the same thing every day.
And then, of course, there was Vicente. As if on cue, he strode into the kitchen through the back door, carrying his cup of coffee, followed by two huge golden retrievers. He grabbed the dogs, ruffled their big heads, and said, “How are my boys this morning? Good? Good sniffs outside?” Vicente leaned down and kissed h
er cheek.
She turned, kissing him back. “I know how you are this morning already! How are your sheep friends?”
As Vicente got another cup of coffee and sat at the table, he explained that the shepherds for shearing were readying the sheep. “I know that Jason is going to try out his new dog today on those sheep. I can’t wait to see it. I suggested to him that he move and cut the American Rambouillets first today. Jason’s dog will move them beautifully, I know, since my family had these kind and they have a strong herding instinct. Now, the American Karakuls are going to be a different story altogether.” He chuckled softly. “That is what I really want to watch!”
Georgie joined in the laughter. “I remember Dash calling me over to watch the Karakuls be sorted. That poor dog tried every trick in his repertoire and exhausted himself trying to get them to move. They just would not move. It was so funny, like that scene from the pig movie, Babe, where the sheep ignore the dogs.” She said a little piglet voice, “Butthead,” and laughed at her own joke. “So, how long are you going to let Jason suffer?”
“Maybe ten minutes or so, just long enough for him to learn that his Dad is telling him the truth about that particular breed of sheep. They don’t herd willingly. That and several people staring and laughing at a frustrated herd dog should do it.”
They chatted easily some more and finally Georgie got up and grabbed her bag. “I’m going to be at the hospital most of the day today, working with Doctor Richards on the sale of the practice. I’ll get home around dinner. We’ll probably go into Annapolis for lunch. Do you want to join us?”
“No, thanks. I have plenty of work to do here. I am reenergizing my consulting practice with a few old clients. They still want to buy and sell expensive horses, so I guess I can help them with that. And, I wanted to start to work with that pony Martini. He seems like a great jumper for a talented little girl. So, shall I cook dinner? Maybe we sit in front of the fire. I will come up with something casual.”
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