Phoenix Rising

As long as she was snuggled up in bed by ten.

With me.

I had an idea that would get us both through the long ride. Another lesson for my sweet, little, recently plucked woman. I grinned, squeezing her hand.

"You sure you aren't sore, sweetheart?"

She nodded again, clearly having no idea what I had in mind.

"Come on."

The stables were deserted thankfully, so no one noticed me pull her into the tack room and shut the door. There was a lock on this particular door, which is why I'd chosen this spot. Plus, it was one of the few rooms that had someplace to sit that wasn't prickly hay.

I didn't want my lady to be uncomfortable while I fucked her senseless.

I shoved a chair up under the knob for good measure.

Then I looked at her.

Phoenyx was staring at me with unconcealed lust. Her lids were heavy and her pupils dilated, making her huge eyes look even larger. I could see her gorgeous nipples puckering up through her shirt. Damn. I had a good idea that I looked just like her, too. It was impossible to hide the way I felt about her. I don't know why I'd ever bothered to try.

I realized that anyone who saw us together would catch on right quick, too. That could cause a bit of a scandal in the horsing community. I didn’t give a toot about my own reputation, but I wouldn’t let anyone besmirch my sweet girl’s good name.

I better make it official then.

And soon.

I walked towards her and lifted her right up into my arms. Her feet dangled and I carried her to the wall. I pressed her up against it.

And pounced.

My teeth grazed that soft lower lip that had been driving me nuts all day. For weeks really. Hell, I think I wanted to bite that lip the first time I'd even seen a photo of the girl.

She groaned and arched her back. I cursed as her chest pressed into mine. I wanted all of her clothes off, dammit. I wanted to see every inch of her, and touch and taste her too.

But there wasn't enough time.

We kissed frantically as I got our shirts just open enough so we were skin to skin. I pulled her bra up and her perfect breasts bounced free. I couldn't resist kissing those lovely tits of hers as I prepared for what was next, unbuckling my pants, and hers.

The main event, with just a little bit of preparation.

Me and my girl were about to have ourselves a quickie.

Chapter Twenty

Phoenyx

I stared at the rough wooden wall, gripping the edge of a horse blanket with all my might. I was making little mewling sounds like a kitten. It wasn't dignified but I couldn't help myself.

I was beyond all help.

And all redemption.

Behind me, Clint was kneeling on the floor of the tack room with his head buried between my thighs. He'd explained that to properly have a quickie, you couldn't actually remove any clothes. Shoes had to stay on, so skirts were preferable.

But in this case I was wearing jeans. He was grinning when he told me that meant I was going to have to bend over.

I felt oddly exposed, with my shirt open and my jeans and panties around my knees. Clint knelt behind me, his hand on my bare ass and his tongue dancing over my tender pussy lips.

I was a little sore, but I hadn't wanted to tell him that. I knew he wouldn't give me what I was after if I did. I could hardly think about anything else other than getting him alone again so we could roll around together.

I wanted another lesson in lovemaking.

I wanted him.

Why the hell had I waited so long to try being with a man? It was way more fun than I'd anticipated, whenever I'd wondered about the opposite sex. But I knew the answer before I even finished the thought.

I'd been waiting for him. Clint was the man for me. And he was a man. I’d needed to grow up just a little bit more before someone like him would look twice at me.

But, good lord, he was worth the wait.

Clint's tongue danced all over my outer lips, teasing me until I was rocking back against him. He chuckled and reached forward to strum my clit like a banjo. I moaned loudly, getting close to coming.

Then he pushed his tongue inside me.

I screamed into my hand, trying to muffle the sound as I came. He didn't ease up for a second, pushing his tongue in and out of me like he had with his cock. My convulsions were so violent, I nearly feel over. But just like the time in the shower, Clint was there, holding me steady while he pleasured me. I was still shaking when I felt him stand up behind me.