“Make sure to give Sugar extra water when we get back,” Xavier reminds me for the umpteenth time as he helps me down from Sugar. She and Pioneer drop their noses and start to munch on the tall grass underneath a tree that shades us from the punishing summer heat. We rode these two today because he taught Samson a new skill this morning and felt it was enough for the stallion to take in in a single day. So he took Pioneer for our daily ride. We’ve been exploring farther and farther out on his property each day.
Today our halfway point is a small ridge where there’s some tree cover to drink water and let the horses graze before turning back.
The horses are good and sweaty from the ride in the heat.
“I got it,” I snap, covering my eyes with my hand as I step out from under the shade to look out at the endless acres of land beyond the ridge. “I got it the first twelve times you told me,” I mutter under my breath. It really is beautiful out here. Nothing but more and more land as far as the eye can see. Frankly, it’s a little overwhelming sometimes for a city girl like me.
Xavier lifts his eyebrows as he stares at me from underneath the shade of the tree. I’ve come to know this can mean many things. It can be the eyebrow-lift of amusement. Or surprise. But this one is in warning because of my snippy tone.
I don’t fucking care.
I’m hot and horny and he’s the bastard not taking care of my needs.
I lift my eyebrow exaggeratedly as I rejoin him in the shade and take a long swallow of water from one of the bottles. “What?” I ask. “Yeah, see, I can waggle my eyebrow, too. And you don’t have to tell me to do every single thing a million times. I’m a smart girl. I hear you the first time.”
His jaw sets and he takes a step toward me.
“Oh no,” I mock in a high-pitched voice, dropping the bottle to the ground behind me. “Is Master going to spank me?” I lift my hands up in pretend fright. “Have I been a bad pet?”
His eyes narrow and I feel a thrill s
hoot up my spine.
I’m poking the beast. It’s reckless and I know it. But the past couple weeks of inactivity have made me thoughtlessly desperate for something—anything—to start moving this whole thing along again.
Xavier steps forward and grasps me, locking my arms against my body. “Careful, Pet.”
“Or what?” I breathe out, my heart thumping furiously, my eyes searching his face. I don’t know what I’m looking for—affection? lust? something… more?—but I hunt for it all the same.
He jerks my head forward and whispers low in my ear. “Or the Big Bad Wolf just might eat you up.”
I laugh a shaky laugh. “He doesn’t seem so big or bad to me lately.”
He yanks my head back and I can see that was the wrong thing to say. Or maybe it was the right thing to say, considering what he does next.
Because he drags me over a few steps, then he sweeps my legs out from under me. Next thing I know, I’m landing on the soft grass.
Then he’s yanking my boots off and my jeans are around my ankles.
And then finally, oh God, finally, that delicious, heavenly, perfect mouth is back where God always intended it to be—licking and tonguing all around my clitoris.
After almost three weeks without any action down there, it feels like all my nerve endings come alight at once. I gasp out a high-pitched squeal of pleasure and my hips buck up against his mouth.
Which has his hands coming to firmly grip my hips, holding me in place exactly where he wants me. All those muscles I was so admiring earlier sure are a damn nuisance now when all I want is to ground up and into him.
“More!” I beg, writhing underneath his hold. “Xavier.” His name is a gasp. “More!”
His tongue licks long and deep all the way up my slit at my plea and I quake down to my bones in response.
Oh my God, no one will ever know my body as well as Xavier. Ever. I’m doomed forever because of this man.
But then rational thoughts get dim because he tongues around and around and one of his hand leaves my hips to start exploring my lips. One finger slips inside. Then a second. They press furtively at first, just a little bit of explorative pressure.
Little whining noises escape my throat, especially when his elbows force my legs wide open. His tongue withdraws from my clit and he pulls his fingers out of my pussy. But only long enough for him to make his tongue hard and long so he can plunge it in and out of my entrance in imitation of… of…
Oh God. My sex tries to clench around him but he’s already gone, licking back up to my clitoris.
But he’s not suckling me or even leaning in with any kind of satisfying pressure. I wriggle underneath him, looking up at the swaying branches overhead.