Chapter 18
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A t the end of the paddock, Luca slowed Wild Fire to a walk and we entered the wooded forest. The air was cooler in the shadows of the dense canopy and appreciating the warmth of Luca’s body, I leaned in closer.
“Are you okay back there?”
“Yes, of course. This is incredible.”
The trees on either side of us created an avenue just wide enough for us to walk through. Millions of leaves littered the floor, a rugged carpet of copper and brown.
Absolute stillness surrounded us. No branches rustling in the breeze. No leaves scuttling along the ground. No birds swooping from one branch to the next. It was just Luca, Wild Fire, and I, and it was profoundly peaceful.
I sensed the forest welcoming us with open arms.
After a short distance, Luca coaxed Wild Fire off the obvious path onto a narrower, less discernible track. We reached an incline and as the stallion plodded down the hill, I gripped my arms tighter around Luca. At the bottom, the land leveled out and we arrived at the edge of a small stream.
Wild Fire didn’t even balk before stepping into the shallow brook, and I couldn’t decide if it was Luca or the stallion leading the way.
Back on dry land, we traveled along the edge of the stream for a short way. The sounds of the trickling water added another element to my already overloaded senses.
A flash of red in the near distance caught my attention. The color and shape were starkly out of place with the warm-hued natural surroundings. When I recognized what it was, I recalled Luca’s parting comment last month: ‘I’ll be more prepared next time.’ My girly bits fluttered.
Nestled between the stream and the trees, he’d set up a little picnic spot complete with a red and white checked blanket and a wicker basket positioned on one of the corners.
Luca eased Wild Fire to a halt and turned slightly with his arm out for my support. “Are you okay to get down?”
“I think so.” Gripping onto him, I swung my leg over the horse’s rump and slid over the side.
Luca pounced to his feet and led Wild Fire toward a giant oak tree. The horse turned his attention to the lush grass at his hooves, and after securing the stallion with an extra-long rope, Luca practically skipped back to me. “I told you I’d be more prepared.”
Luca’s tongue glided out and slicked his plum-colored lips and my pussy pulsed at the flashback of the miracle that tongue had produced last time we were together. I cleared my throat. “I can’t believe you did all this.”
“It was nothing. Come, take a seat.” He indicated to the blanket.
The plush grass beneath the checkered cloth was ample padding. I sat cross-legged and just about went cross-eyed as I wished I’d taken a moment to pluck all that satin and lace out of my ass.
Luca extracted items from the picnic basket—a small breadboard the shape of a paddle, two plastic plates, napkins, cutlery, strawberries, bread, and cheese.
It was truly amazing.
He held up a bottle of champagne and grinned. “Shall we?”
My conscience shot straight to being Negative Nelly—I was supposed to be working. “Yes please.” My mouth, however, had other plans.
He popped the cork and filled two plastic wine glasses to the top. His hand grazed mine as he passed the cup and that simple touch confirmed what I already knew—I wanted Luca’s hands all over me.
After we clinked our cups together, I took a sip. It was bitter and nasty, and I was a heartbeat away from screwing up my face when I forced it down.
The last thing I wanted to do was be ungrateful.
This smoking-hot, come-in-my-pants, urban cowboy had gone to extraordinary measures to seduce me. Foreplay was fast becoming my favorite thing. After oral sex. And orgasms. And smoking hot men with rippling abs who want to be with me. I am a lucky girl.
I sipped the bitter bubbles again, moaning my appreciation.
Luca did the opposite. He poured the entire drink down his throat, tossed the cup over his shoulder, launched onto his hands and knees, and crawled toward me. “I’ve been dreaming of you since you left.”
“You . . . you have?”
He took my cup from my hand and steadied it on the grass. Then he continued crawling toward me, forcing me to lean back as he hovered over my body.
“You smell so good.” His voice was a throaty whisper.
“I do?” Mental note . . . buy Dove roll-on deodorant in bulk .
“Oh yeah, you sure do.” His stunning blue eyes captured me, like a moth to a flame. With his fiery red hair, his brilliant blue pools, and his luscious plump lips, I had officially been whisked away into a magical fairytale.
He was the handsome hero and I was the damsel in distress.
Although my only distress was my lace panties that were strangling the life out of my vagina.
His lips latched onto mine, forcing me to hold myself upright as he pushed against me. Luca was eager. Very eager. His tongue probed past my lips, probing, tasting. His hand gripped my breast and squeezed. Hard.
“Ouch.” I winced at his vise grip.
“Sorry . . . sorry.” He pulled back. “I’m just a little excited that you’re here.” He drove his fingers through his hair and suddenly seemed awkward.
I felt terrible for instigating that. “It’s okay.” I touched his cheek, enjoying the softness of his ginger beard beneath my fingers. His eyes met mine. The blue in them was intense, pure, and they lured me into an enchanting spell. Maybe they were magical because I was overwhelmed with an unprecedented desire to make him happy. No, not just happy. I wanted to make him feel like the luckiest man in the world.
I reached for the buttons on my blouse and began undoing them. “You can kiss them better if you like.”
His eyes zoomed in on my chest. “I’d like that very much.” With each button I undid, my insides tingled with anticipation at him seeing my sexy lingerie. I must’ve had his eyes in mind when I’d dressed today because my bra and panties were an almost perfect color-match to his spectacular blue irises.
I peeled my shirt open. His already stunning eyes dazzled. It was the reaction I’d been hoping for. When I’d bought this matching lingerie, I’d hoped a man would one day get to see them.
My prayers had been answered.
The fabric covering my breasts was so sheer that my protruding nipples threatened to poke right through the lace. Luca’s eyes twinkled as he eased forward, latched his lips over the fabric, and attempted to suck my nipple into his mouth. I eased back onto the blanket.
Luca kneeled at my side. His delicious gaze devoured me, and every nerve in my body came alive.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted his hands on me.
I wanted his hot tongue on my flesh.
I wanted anything he was willing to give.
Reaching around, I unclipped my bra, wriggled it free, and my breasts flopped to either side of my chest. Luca cupped my left boob, directing it upright, and wrapped his lips around my throbbing bud.
I groaned at the sensation and closed my eyes. A light breeze whispered over my body, teasing the moisture he’d slicked on my nipple. I writhed beneath the lick of his tongue, focusing my attention on my nipples, peaking and hardening. When he sucked on my delicate bud, my eyes flashed open and for a couple of delightful seconds, I filled my memory banks with this vision of Luca . . . his fiery red hair tumbled forward, his eyes closed, his long dark lashes fluttering and my mammoth breast in his mouth.
I wished my eyes had panorama mode so I could take it all in at once. Lucky for me, this image was one I was likely to remember forever.
I glided my hands up his back, exploring the solid contours of his body. He murmured something and the way he said it, like a breathless whisper, thrummed off his tongue. Tingles prickled my flesh, and my hardened nipples were set to burst .
I tipped my head back and lost myself to this wonderful slice of heaven.
Luca somehow managed to undo my jeans without taking his lips from my body. I kicked off my pumps and raised my hips, making it easier for him to wriggle the denim down my legs. Using my feet, I pushed my jeans off and flicked them away.
I lay there in just my blue panties. The lace was so sheer that my pubic hair, that I had thankfully taken time to trim, was visible. Luca’s breathing grew deeper. His chest rose and fell. His eyes devoured me, inching up my body. His fingers inched over my thigh, across my panties. He circled my navel, once, twice.
The intensity in his eyes drove me wild.
His tongue lashed out, slicking his bottom lip.
I curled my back off the blanket levitating my breasts upward, giving him more. He obliged by cupping my boob in his hand and with each lick of his tongue, my nipples grew harder, aching with want.
The silence around us was incredible like the entire forest was experiencing this truly erotic moment with me. Every nerve in my body was on edge, pulsing a delicious beat that threaded through me and ended as a delightful throb in my pussy. I raised my hips, parted my legs, and closed my eyes.
His fingers retraced their journey. Around my navel and down, down, down.
I sucked the air between my teeth as his fingers inched beneath my panty lace.
Clutching the blanket, my flesh prickled into a million goosebumps as he slipped his finger into my throbbing hole.
Luca’s finger glided in and out of my pussy, pressing against my clitoris with expert precision. Each movement added another exquisite layer to an orgasm growing inside me .
My breathing became sharp, fast, uncontrollable.
He grabbed my panties and eased them aside. My eyes shot open, and I glanced down. With his eyes wide, he watched every movement of his fingers sliding in and out of my vagina. He did it slowly as if mesmerized.
When I groaned and flopped back, his finger-fucking got faster. In and out he probed my throbbing hole, over and over and over.
I screamed when I came. The orgasm that possessed my body was of mammoth proportions. It was extraordinary in every sense of the word.
I rolled my head to the side, trying to take it all in, and spied the enormous pole trapped in his jeans.
Reaching for him, I rubbed the palm of my hand up the bulging denim. His cock was enormous, ready to burst. After fumbling with his jeans button for so long I was considering biting him with frustration, it finally popped free. Maybe he sensed my impatience because he yanked down the zipper.
I curled my hand into his jockeys.
His cock was hot and hard—a slick weapon in my palm, smooth and silky, yet rock solid.
I had to see it. Now.