Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set (5 page)

Soon, reality struck. Simon helped her stand
and they went about the business of righting their clothing. Trini
pulled a pair of yoga shorts, a tee, and flip-flops from her
backpack and quickly dressed. She grabbed her gloves and mask from
the floor and stuffed them into her backpack. She glanced around in
search of her g-string but couldn’t find it. A movement caught her
attention. Simon had his back to her so he didn’t see her watching
him slip the g-string into his pocket. She shrugged and zipped up
her bag. If he wanted a keepsake, she wasn’t going to stop him.

They stood awkwardly at the door. Crazy as
it sounded, Trini wasn’t one to indulge in one-night stands or
casual sex. Taking her clothes off for strangers was one thing.
Sleeping with them was quite another. Was that what this was? A
one-off? Or something else?

“
So,” Simon said
eventually.

“
So,” Trini repeated
uncertainly.

“
I suppose I won’t see you
again until convocation.”

Her chest constricted with disappointment.
“Probably not.”

“
And after?”
Trini detected the hopefulness in his voice. She swallowed hard.
“After?”

“
Maybe you might like to
have dinner or something?”

Excitement bubbled in the pit of her tummy.
“Dinner sounds nice—and something too.”

Simon grinned, seemingly relieved. “Good.
Great.” He unlocked the door and poked his head out into the hall.
“Coast is clear. Let’s go.”

They walked down the dark hall, hands and
arms bumping. Simon interlaced their hands. Trini marveled at the
absolute oddness of this night. She’d expected to go out with a
bang but this was just out of this world.

“
You know I fancy a bit of
exhibitionism myself.”
Trini glanced up at Simon. “That so?”

He nodded. “I’ve got this bay window at my
house that would make the perfect backdrop for a naughty little
shadow puppet show.”

Trini’s belly clenched with excitement. “Oh
really?
Simon squeezed her hand and waggled his eyebrows. “Consider it a
graduation gift.”

Trini laughed. “Best graduation gift, like,
ever.”

Simon chuckled and pecked her cheek. “I’ve a
feeling you and I are going to have one delightfully kinky
summer.”

“
Promise?”

“
Promise.”

FIREWORKS

Her body hummed with anticipation as Leland
tugged gently on her hand, dragging her away from the gathered
crowd to a more secluded area. They moved away from the busy
pavilion where the ranch’s employees and family were busy setting
out their lawn chairs for the perfect spot to watch the fireworks
display. This year, as Leland’s new wife, Pepper had accepted the
task of organizing the Fourth of July picnic from her
mother-in-law. It was a passing of the torch, so to speak, between
generations. She’d done her very best—and now Leland meant to
reward her.

Pepper kept close to Leland’s back, trusting
him to guide her through the darkness. His boots crunched brittle
grass. The stark whiteness of his Stetson stood out against the
inky purple skyline. He radiated such heat it intensified the scent
that was so uniquely him. Cedar. Leather. Sweat. She yearned to
bury her nose against his neck and inhale deeply. Already her
thighs clenched with need. Desire rode low and hard in her belly.
All day he’d teased her with lingering kisses and touches, his hand
sometimes playfully swatting her backside or resting on the curve
of her waist.

Leland halted so suddenly her nose bumped
his back. Turning around, he gave a soft chuckle and swept her into
his arms. Pepper melted into his embrace. She loved the feeling of
his big, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders. Only with this
man, her lover, her husband, had she ever felt so safe and secure.
Leland was everything she’d ever wanted and more.

Desperate for a taste of him, Pepper rose on
tiptoes and skimmed her lips over his chin. The barest hint of
stubble rasped her plump mouth. He turned into her searching lips
and claimed her mouth with the most tender of kisses. She loved
this side of him, the gentle and kind lover behind the rugged
cowboy. Riding the pastures or working in the pens, Leland was as
harsh and hard as the situation required, but with her, he shifted
completely, leaving all that roughness at the door. He often
surprised her with his sweetness and the little romantic gestures
she’d never expected from such a man’s man.

Of course, there were nights when Leland
unleashed his control and was wild with her. She’d never imagined
one could find such exquisite pleasure from the stinging thud of a
properly applied leather strap or the kiss of a flattened palm
against her backside. Her satiated body often proudly bore the
marks of those nights for days. A ripple of excitement shook her
core. Was tonight one of those nights?

“
Wait here.”

Pepper nodded and stood still as Leland
moved away from her. The moonlight provided just enough glow over
the private patch of grass and trees to allow her to see Leland
clearly. He plucked a patchwork quilt from a wicker picnic basket
and spread it out on the ground. Smiling wickedly, he held out his
hand. She needed no further invite and hurried to him.

Ever so gently, Leland guided her down to
the quilt. She snatched the cowboy hat from his head and set it
aside. His fingers threaded through her loose hair as he pressed
her back to the blanket and captured her lips. Pepper arched into
him. His thick cock strained against the front of his jeans and
jutted against her navel. Her sex pulsed with need. She clutched at
his sides as he devoured her mouth, his tongue darting between her
lips. He tasted of sugary sweet iced tea and blueberries and she
couldn’t get enough.

“
Leland.” Her breathless
whisper pierced the quiet night. In the distance, the murmur of
voices and laughter could be heard. Pepper tried to remember they
weren’t completely out of earshot of their guests.

She shivered as his rough hand cupped her
knee and slid along the curve of her bare thigh beneath the skirt
of her flirty sun dress. Leland nuzzled her neck and nipped lightly
at a sensitive spot there. She moaned softly and pressed against
his searching hand. It drifted between her thighs. Her cunt
practically fluttered with anticipation. When he touched her
panties, his fingers tracing her lips through the damp fabric, a
mewling cry escaped her lips.

“
You’re so wet,” Leland
said, his breath tickling her ear.

“
For you, Leland,” Pepper
replied, her pussy aching and so very hot. “Only for
you.”

Leland gripped the waist of her panties and
tugged them down with a sharp jerk. Desperate to feel his touch,
she lifted her hips. In a matter of seconds, he removed the barrier
between their bodies and tossed them aside. Only vaguely did she
wonder where they’d landed or how she’d find them later.

He cupped her mound and then grazed his
fingernails up and down her smooth skin. She shuddered at his
teasing touch. “Your skin is so hot.”

Pepper kissed his jaw. He hadn’t even gotten
close to her clit yet and already her tummy quivered with the first
stirrings of an orgasm. The dry night air felt cool against her
pussy, her skin slick with her cream. Leland parted her lips and
brushed his thumb over her swollen clit.

“
I can’t to get my tongue
on this sweet pussy.”

Pepper whimpered and nipped at his earlobe.
“Make me come, Leland.”

Laughing softly, he gathered her close to
his chest and rolled onto his back. “Ride my mouth, sugar.”

Her thighs tightened as she nearly came from
just the sound of his gruff voice. Pepper trembled with excitement
at his naughty request. She glanced around, suddenly aware of just
how easily any one of their guests might stumble upon them. What if
they were discovered this way? The thought of being discovered
riding her husband’s face ramped up the illicit nature of their
tryst. She couldn’t deny him now.

Leland clasped her hips as she settled into
position over his mouth. Straddling him like this, Pepper felt so
incredibly open and vulnerable. She pulled the fabric of her skirt
tight across her tummy, placing the excess around her lower back.
She wanted to see Leland, wanted to watch him eating her cunt until
she came against his talented tongue and lips.

She gripped her thighs and held her breath
in anticipation of that first wondrous touch of his tongue to her
pussy. His big, warm hands grasped her ass, holding her in place as
he flicked the pointed tip of his tongue against her clit. Pepper
inhaled sharply. It was all she could do not to cry out and grind
against him. She was torn between wanting to come right then and
there and wanting to draw out the experience for as long as
possible, to enjoy every second of pleasurable torment.

As if reading her mind, Leland tortured her
with his soft lips and probing tongue, bringing her to the brink of
exploding and then backing off until she’d pulled away from the
precipice. He sucked the pulsing nub between his lips and moved his
tongue across it with side to side licks. Pepper moaned and
clutched at her belly, her fingernails biting into her skin. His
tongue followed her slit, outlining her clit with the slowest of
circles and then drifting lower and plunging into her dripping
entrance. His nose stimulated her clit as he ate at her pussy. She
bucked against his mouth, driven nearly insane at the dueling
sensations of his tongue and nose.

“
Leland!” Her tummy
vibrated wildly. White hot heat blossomed in her core. She was
going to come—and hard.

He squeezed her ass and nipped playfully at
her clit. “That’s it, sugar. Fuck my face.”

Pepper felt a little gush at his filthy
words. Leland hummed appreciatively and lapped hungrily at her
juices. “Love the way you taste. Want you to come in my mouth.”

Whatever control she’d maintained over her
body vanished. Overwhelmed with a nearly primal need, Pepper
wantonly whipped her hips over Leland’s mouth. His tongue seemed to
be everywhere at once. His nose only added to the immense pleasure.
Like a tightening coil, her orgasm built in her lower belly. Sparks
rippled through her thighs and into her chest. Her breaths hitched
and she inhaled staccato gasps. She cupped her breasts through her
dress. Her stiff nipples stabbed through the fabric. She tilted her
head back and fought to breathe. Eyes closed, she concentrated on
the incessant flick of Leland’s tongue.

“
Leland!” Head thrown back,
Pepper exploded with the most staggering rush of ecstasy she’d ever
experienced. Overhead, fireworks filled the wide open Texas sky
with brilliant bursts of color. She convulsed and moaned as Leland
drew out her orgasm until she thought she just might pass out from
the sheer perfection of it.

She’d just barely come down from one peak
when Leland moved his tongue right back to her clit and forced her
into another mind blowing explosion. Shattering into a thousand
pieces, Pepper fell forward, hands planted on the cool grass, and
bit her lip to keep from shrieking. Leland’s fingers slid inside
her juicy cunt. He showed no mercy as he thrust into her wet
channel and went wild on her hyper stimulated clit with his mouth.
Her body was on fire. Lust and desire and need burned through her
veins. Her heart stuttered as she panted and growled, the feral
sounds rushing from her lips shocking even to her ears. She didn’t
know how much more she could take. Could a person die from coming
so perfectly and wonderfully hard?

Seemingly in tune with her thoughts, Leland
slowly dialed down his sensual assault. His licking and suckling
grew gentler. He carefully removed his fingers from her oozing cunt
and smoothly shifted her onto the blanket. Her skirt bunched around
her waist. Wetness streamed down her thighs. She stared up at the
beautiful display of fireworks. After such an experience, Pepper
could barely process a coherent thought.

Leland snuggled close and slid his arm
beneath her shoulders. He sucked his fingers clean, eyelids
drifting together as if he were savoring the most delectable of
nectars. He tenderly caressed her face and kissed her with so much
love she thought her heart might burst. The musk of her sex clung
to his lips and chin and nose. She ran her tongue over his lips,
gathering her own flavor. There was something so incredibly
intimate about sharing this moment.

Reveling in afterglow, Pepper tucked her
head against Leland’s neck. He soothingly petted her back as they
watched the breathtaking fireworks display. She knew without a
doubt this orgasm would be forever etched in her mind. One day,
when she was old and grey, she would remember this moment so
clearly crystallized in her mind as one of the most beautiful of
her life.

As the last remnants of bright blue and red
faded in the sky, Leland sat up and climbed to his feet. Rather
reluctantly, Pepper joined him. If only they could stay like this
all night, camped out under the stars… But their duties as hosts
hadn’t yet ended.

Always prepared, Leland produced a hand
towel from the picnic basket. She accepted it gratefully. She
couldn’t go back to face their guests with the evidence of their
tryst pooling between her thighs. Somehow Leland managed to locate
her panties. He knelt down and helped her into them. Her belly
quivered when he pressed a kiss to her sex through the cotton. She
ran her fingers through his short hair, wishing there was more time
for her to return the favor.

Pepper stepped off the quilt and snatched up
Leland’s cowboy hat. He made quick work of folding the quilt and
stowing it in the basket. He strode toward her, looking ever so
deliciously sexy even with a picnic basket dangling from his hand.
She slipped an arm around his waist and plunked his hat down on his
head. Nuzzling her nose against his, she kissed him deeply. “What
do you say after we see everyone off we head back to the homestead
and make some fireworks of our own?”