Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(128)

He adjusted his jeans, opened them in the front to give the thick girth more room and swung on his horse.



“Casimir, someone might come along…”



“They won’t.” He didn’t say anything else, but he rode beside her, watching her face more than the trail.



With every step the horse took, her breasts swayed. The fibers caressed and stroked her hungry sex. She tried subtly rubbing her body along the pad in the hopes it would relieve some of the tension coiled so tight in her, but the action, along with the rocking motion of the horse, only increased her need. Every so often, without a word, Casimir leaned over and hooked his finger in the chain, lifting it gently. The action lifted her breasts and increased the pressure on her nipples until she cried out, nearly sobbing for relief. She arched her back and rubbed her thighs frantically.



“Honey, I need you.” She whispered the admission, unable to stand the scorching fire between her legs one more minute. Her entire body felt on fire.



“I’m sorry, Giacinta.” He kept riding, smiling down at her. “I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”



She sighed. He was in the mood to play. “I said I need you. I really do.”



“What do you need from me?” he asked.



“You know very well.”



He put his boot heels into the side of his horse and instantly it began a slow trot. Her horse automatically followed suit. With every bounce, lightning sizzled from nipples to clit. She swore it flashed through her body, strike after strike.



“I need your cock,” she called. “Please, honey. Right now. I need it inside me, right now.”



He immediately turned his horse around, back to hers. His hands went to the front of his jeans. Standing in the stirrups, he freed his cock completely, so it jutted out in front of him, an intimidating steel spike. She wanted to weep with joy at the sight. She needed him so much she was nearly incoherent.



He took the reins of her horse from her hands and hooked a lead rope onto the animal’s bridle. “Hold your skirt up,” he ordered, and reached for her.



Her breasts swayed as he transferred her from her saddle to his horse. He set her on the larger animal, one hand sliding under her skirt, the other steadying her. He ripped the lace away from her body, wadded it up and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. Her breath came in frantic, ragged gasps. She couldn’t stop her hands from stroking his cock, that magnificent part of him she needed so desperately. In truth, she barely was aware of her panties being gone, she couldn’t take her hands or her mind from his heavy erection. Other than his exposed cock, he was fully clothed. For some reason, that made her feel all the more erotic sitting there in her bra, the gold chain and her skirt hiked up nearly to her waist with no panties.



He stood in the stirrups again. “Take out my balls, Giacinta.”



Nearly sobbing for him, licking her lips, she did so immediately, widening the gap in his jeans so she could bring his heavy sac into the open air. His hands spanned her waist again. Casimir lifted her, her breasts brushing his chest.



“Keep your skirt up,” he commanded again. She did so, feeling the crown of his cock pushing against her slick entrance. “Is this what you want, malyshka?”



She gripped the base of his cock, holding him still, but he continually moved her body, holding her suspended over him, all the while controlling the horse with his thighs.



“Yes.” She could see that wasn’t enough for him. He teased her, smearing her slick heat all around the head of his cock without letting her impale herself. “Please, honey, I can’t stand it.”



She was going to go insane. Her entire attention was focused on the junction between her legs, the fire roaring there, and his beautiful, long, thick cock.



“So desperate. Since you ask so sweetly…”



He slammed her down hard, his shaft driving through her scorching-hot folds, the fit so excruciating tight he threw back his head and roared. The breath left her lungs. She screamed, forgetting for a moment that they were on his horse. The animal moved restlessly and Casimir controlled it with his legs. He reached behind her and caught up the reins of her horse as well.



Bending his head, he sucked the chain into his mouth and lifted his head. She cried out again as the movement lifted her breasts higher. He urged the horse forward, into a trot, using the stirrups to control their movement. The action sent his body moving in hers. Filling her. Stretching her. Burning her from the inside out. Her fingers clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh right through the material of his shirt. This was almost as bad as the fabric rubbing against her. It was more stimulation, but she needed much more. She tried to hold on to his shoulders and lift herself, to give her the rougher, harder strokes she needed.