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When Sierra and Dash got to Adeline’s stable, the beige horse with the blond mane neighed at Sierra.
“See, Sierra?” Dash entered the stable first, the compartment smelled of sweet hay and fresh manure. “She missed you too.”
Adeline wiggled her head back and forth as if to beckon Sierra to come closer.
“Hey, sweetie.” Sierra hugged her, running her fingers through the silky mane. “Hi, there. I missed you too.”
Adeline nudged Sierra’s cheek as if to kiss her.
“You kissed me, huh?” Sierra kissed her back. “I needed that. I love you.”
A loud rumble sounded.
Sierra laughed. “Is that your stomach growling, Adeline?”
“No, that would be this little cutie right here.” Dash pointed to the hefty, brown filly resting behind her mama.
“Oh!” Sierra dove on her knees beside her. “Precious.”
The baby horse neighed again, her big, wet eyes gazing at Sierra.
“She’s shy.” Dash knelt. “But, she must like you because she was here for three days before she acknowledged me. Maybe she likes pretty girls.”
“You’re so little.” Sierra caressed the filly’s soft ears. “I wanna take you home and keep you for the rest of my life.” She rubbed her nose against the baby’s musty fur. “What’s her name?”
“Tipsy.” Dash chuckled. “I named her that because she kept falling over after Adeline had her.”
“I love you, Tipsy.” Sierra kissed the baby again. “Can I have her?”
“No.”
“Aw.” She grinned. “Seeing this, I understand why you’re thinking about moving out here.”
“It’s so peaceful.” He picked up hay and fed Adeline. “I might still be alone but the difference is out here I enjoy it much more.”
“I’d move out here in a minute.” Sierra stroked Tipsy’s back. “A place like this is what I need.”
“You can come here any time.” Dash knelt next to her. “You brighten my day. I miss the times we’ve shared so much.”
She let Tipsy go. “It’s important that we stay on track.”
He took her hand, her fingers slipping through his. “I’m trying to get us back to the track we were on.” He brought his lips closer.
“I can’t, Dash.” She stood, brushing hay off her jeans. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
“But, you did.” He stood. “And, you’re gonna keep coming because you can’t stand not seeing me. I love you, Sierra, and I want you back.”
“Didn’t you tell me to stop putting myself out there for my father and not getting anything back? Wasn’t that the same I did with you?”
“I can’t come out and admit my feelings for you publicly with the movie. How would that look if I’m in love with the director’s girlfriend?”
She stroked Adeline. “It’s getting harder and harder to fight you off.”
“Then don’t.”
“I got too much shit to deal with already. Now you’re always in my face, begging me to come back. No wonder I’m an alcoholic. Too much pressure.”
“I annoy you?” He clutched her waist. “Am I getting on your nerves?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes. “God help me, yes.”
“Then give in.” He glared at her with half-moon eyes. “Because you won’t be able to stop where this is going anyway.” He kissed her, reminding her that with a man’s love, she could conquer everything. “Give in, Sierra.” He left Adeline’s box stall and went to the empty one next door. “You coming?”
She followed with her loins on fire.
****
“Woo!” Gabrielle walked into her apartment, shaking out her umbrella. “Glad I listened to the weather before we left.”
“Yeah.” Hugh remained in the hall, drenched. “Wish I had.”
She laughed. “You look like you’ve been swimming.”
“I feel like I have.” He shivered. “Let me get going before I ruin the hallway floor.”
“I can’t let you go like that.” Gabrielle set her umbrella in the corner behind the door. “At least get dry first.”
Hugh wiped raindrops from his lips. “You sure?”
She smiled.
He walked inside and followed her to the kitchen as she got a paper towel. “For your face.”
He wiped it, staring into her eyes. “Thanks.”
Her crotch tingled at how the wet shirt clung to his pecs. “Um. You can dry off in the bathroom.”
Hugh snickered, balling up the paper towel. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Dumb ass.” She hit her forehead. “I’d have to show you, wouldn’t I?”
“Am I making you nervous, Gabby?” He passed her, brushing against her boobs with his chest.
“No,” she fibbed, clearing her throat. “The bathroom’s this way.” She led him through the carpeted hall to the guest bathroom and flicked the light on, brightening the floral wallpaper and pink/maroon décor.
“It’s nice.”
“Here are some towels.” She got three pink towels from the linen closet. “There you go.”
“Thanks.” He took off his shirt and glided the towel over his muscular, tanned arm.
She backed out the bathroom, entranced. “Let me know if you need something.” She shut the door and leaned against it. “Jesus.”
Get yourself together, girl.
“Hugh?” She tapped on the door. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Yeah, I’m kinda cold though. Got anything warm?”
Her pussy turned flips.
You have no idea.
“Yeah,” she said in a faint voice. “I can make some hot chocolate. Seems kinda weird to have hot chocolate in the middle of August.” She grinned. “You want some?”
“I’d love some hot chocolate.”
“And, I’d love to give you some too,” she whispered on her way to the kitchen. “What’s wrong with me?” She grabbed the milk from the refrigerator and poured it into two cups then stuck them in the microwave.
She listened for Hugh at the kitchen doorway then got the hot chocolate mix and mini marshmallows out the cabinet. “It’s instant hot chocolate,” she yelled. “Is that all right?”
He didn’t answer.
She got the hot milk out the microwave, dumped the chocolate mix and sugar into it, and stirred. “Hugh?” she shouted. “You okay?”
Still no answer.
“You’re not trying to scare me are you?” She placed handfuls of marshmallows on top of the steaming chocolate. “If you think this is funny, you’re mistaken...”
Strong hands grabbed her from behind, pushing her against the counter.
“Hugh,” she grunted as his hungry kisses invaded the back of her neck. “Don’t....”
“I want you.” He pulled her shirt off one shoulder, clamping his mouth on her skin.
“Ooh.” Her hands shook, and she got a smudge of chocolate on one. “Ow.” She sucked the burning spot. “Hugh...we can’t.”
He moaned as he flung her around, his hands making their way up her shirt.
“No,” she protested, not meaning a word of it.
“I love you, Gabby.” His long fingers tickled her stomach, teasing the erogenous zone of her belly button. “You want this.” He caught her bottom lip in his mouth. “Let it go, Gabby.”
Her nipples shot out, igniting her entire body.
“Let it go.” He ripped off her denim shirt and fondled the cups of her white, satin bra. “You like this?” He shoved his tongue inside her lips, tickling the roof of her mouth. “Huh?”
“Yes.”
He massaged her trembling buttocks through her jeans. “Get these off.” He unbuckled her belt and yanked her pants to the floor.
With her tongue tangled in his, Gabrielle stepped out her sneakers and held onto his powerful arms as he thrust his hands in the back of her cotton panties.
“You feel so good,” he crooned with eyes half-closed. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long.”
“You don’t have to dream anymore.” She embraced the pear-scent of his hair. “I’m here, and I’m yours.” She nibbled on his hairy chin. “It’s happening, Hugh. It’s happening.”
As if that gave him the permission he’d longed for, he freed himself of his jeans and kicked them across the floor.
He gave Gabrielle several more masterful, tongue-kisses then guided her to her knees in front of him.
Gabrielle inhaled the sweaty scent of his long, lopsided cock and buried her lips into the black hair above his shaft.
“Yes.” Hugh grabbed the top of her head. “You don’t know how much I’ve dreamt of seeing you on your knees. Fuck. I swear I’m gonna come.”
She sucked his saggy balls, switching from one to the other for equal treatment.
“Oh, Gabby.” His stomach rippled and swelled as she lodged his pole into her mouth. “Yes.” He shifted to her movements. “I can’t believe this.” He leaned back, against the counter. “Gabrielle Montane is giving me head in the kitchen.” He chuckled. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Mm.” Gabrielle licked fast, then slow, tickling the tip of his dick with her tongue.
“God, yes,” He grabbed her left tit, slipping it from the cup. “I love you so much.”
“Um, yeah.” Gabrielle moaned. “Touch my nipple like that. Oh.” She sucked faster, moving his dick around her mouth.
“Uh-huh.” He held her head in place. “Like that. Your lips are so soft. Fuck.” He pulled her from the floor and shoved her breast into his mouth.
Gabrielle squealed, her pussy pulsating with pain and pleasure.
Moaning, he slurped her right breast, while pinching her left nipple.
“Is it...” Gabrielle panted. “What you dreamt it would be?”
“Mm-hm.” He nodded, sucking.
“I’m yours tonight, Hugh.” She wrapped her leg around him. “Take me. Take me like you’ve wanted to all these years.”
“I’ll take you.” He snatched her bra off and dropped it in the sink. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to regret this—”
“Fuck me.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He tore off her panties, knelt in front of her and latched his sturdy lips on her labia, making her pussy his tongue’s slave.
Gabrielle rotated as he forced his tongue within her soaked folds.
“Right there.” She pushed Hugh’s head farther between her legs. “Oh, yes. God, Hugh.”
“Mm-hm.” He gave her pussy a few more smacks, and then hoisted her onto the counter next to the sink.
With the faucet dripping onto her arm, Hugh kissed from her breasts to her pussy then stared her in the face. “You ready?”
She nodded, her fingernails pressed into the counter. “Fuck me.”
He widened her legs, massaged her pussy with his eager fingers and then slid inside of her, causing Gabrielle to whelp from the slight pain. “You okay?” He held onto the cabinet above her as he stroked back and forth, his girth stretching her.
“You’re so big.” The slight burning sensation reminded her of the first time she made love. “It hurts. I...I don’t know if I can take you.”
“I’ll slow down, but I want you so bad.” He struggled to slow his strokes. “Does it still hurt?”
“No.” Gabrielle shot her feet into the air as the pain subsided. “Ah, yes.” She patted her clit as he stroked. “God, yes. Like that. Go faster.”
Hugh pumped with perfection, moving his body in ways that proved he knew how to please any woman in the bedroom.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Stop saying that.” She chuckled, her fingers slipping into her own wetness.
“It’s true.” He gawked at her, forehead filled with lines. “I’ve never seen a woman so beautiful in all my life.” He clenched her ass. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes.”
“Put your legs up here.”
“Like this?” She scooted, lifting them straight into the air.
“On my shoulders.” His movements remained steady. “Lay your ankles on my shoulders.”
She did.
“Ooh, yes.” Sweat trickled from his forehead to her stomach. “This is the best pussy I ever had.”
She grinned. “That’s saying a lot.”
He went deeper. “I’m coming. Ah.”
“Come on, Hugh.” She held him, banging against him. “Come on!”
His face contorted into a deep scowl as he pulled out before he released. “Oh!” He shook as his face and neck turned red. “Gabby? Did we—?”
“Yeah.” She collapsed on the counter. “We sure as hell did.”