Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I feel raindrops on my head, but I think it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. Then, the bottom drops out and a heavy rain is pelting us. I peel back from her lips and watch as she looks up to the sky with laughter. “Of course it’s gotta rain now!”
“We should lock the horses in the stable,” I say, knowing that the horses need to be priority. Horses are known for being spooked by storms and running amuck.
She nods and we hurry over to the stable. My ankle hurts, but not too bad. We walk through the stable to the other door to look out for other horses. There’s one still trotting over. Luce calls to it and hurries it along. As soon as the horse is inside, she closes the door and lowers the latch. Luce does a quick count and makes sure they all have what they need before walking out again.
When the latch is set in place, I can’t help myself. I step to her and press her into the wooden door. My chest presses into hers as I kiss her deeply. We’re being rained on, the ground is quickly becoming a puddle of mud, and my ankle is starting to ache more, but all I can think about is her. My appreciation for her is so overwhelming that I have to express it physically.
She pulls back and grabs my hand. We stumble our way through the rain and to the truck. We’re laughing as the doors shut and we are safe from the pounding storm. But just as I think that I need to calm down and pull myself together, Luce dives in my direction. Our clothes are soaked and our skin is slippery, but even like this it just feels right.
She’s unbuckling my pants and lowering to the floorboard. I couldn’t be harder as she takes me into her mouth, her doe-like eyes staring up at me through her strands of wet hair. I undo the loosely-held ponytail and knot my fingers into her hair. Luce has a skilled tongue and a velvety throat, but I don’t want to cum like this. No matter how good this feels.
I pull her away from my groin and gesture for her to come up to me. We fumble around until she’s got one knee on the seat, her other leg positioned in the floorboard, and her ass in the air. I bite my bottom lip as I hike her skirt up and trace her panties with my finger. I’m not sure how much of it is from the rain and how much is her excitement, but by the way she’s panting with anticipation, I know she wants me horribly.
Moving her panties out of the way, I stroke myself at the sight of her firm ass, exposed pussy, and her face turning to give me a pleading look. I ram myself into her and pump my hips feverishly. She’s moaning and begging me to fuck her harder. I oblige, gripping her hips firmly to keep her still as I pound into her wet, welcoming flesh.
We move around again, this time so that I’m sitting and she’s in the reverse cowgirl position, her hands on the dash. I still have control of her hips as I power-bottom her. The more she moans, the more her hips twitch, begging for control. I let go, letting her ride me as I lift her shirt off. I grip her breasts, pinch her nipples, and watch with glee as she rides me vigorously. I can feel her coming, her sex tightening around me.
I make her turn around and I take back control of her hips as I bite, suck, and lick her chest. I slow things down, though I make sure each thrust goes deep inside of her. I move my hand between her legs and start rubbing her clit so very slowly. The longer I do it, the harder I rub. She’s cursing under her breath and trying to ride me again, but I keep a firm hand on her hip to control the speed. My lips move to her neck, covering her with affection and pleasure.
Gradually, we build toward a monumental orgasm. Our bodies are shaking, our moans tangling together, and our breathing more labored than ever before. Her body collapses into mine when she’s finished and I can feel her heart pattering against mine.
I rub her back as I hold her close. I want her again, but it’s not just sexual desire. Right here, in this moment, I know that I simply want her. All of her. In every way possible.
Chapter Thirteen
Luce
I don’t think there’s a better sleep than in the arms of a lover, especially when it’s in your own bed and after your body has been completely spent by making love. The sleep I experience is deep and as restful as ever. I feel like maybe, just maybe, the morning will bring a new beginning. One where Rupert becomes a main character in the story of my life.