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By:Heather Rainier


“If you’re sure.”

“Positive. Go have fun.”

Richard handed her the flowers, relieved that they were using a buddy system to see each other safely home.

She smiled as she sniffed them and said, “Richard, they’re so pretty. Thank you.”

She grabbed her purse, and they said goodbye and were out the door within a couple of minutes.

“It’s a bit early for lunch. What would you like to do?”

She turned a gaze on him that left no doubt as to her preference.

“Let’s go home.”



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As she sat beside him in the truck on the way home, Richard’s aftershave, the scent of his freshly laundered shirt, and his own manly fragrance made her mouth water. She had to suppress the urge to reach out and caress his thigh or do something otherwise inappropriate. She played with the radio for a few minutes, but his body heat and nearness kept distracting her.

“Did Kendall tell you that we’re going to San Marcos this weekend to get some more of my things?”

Richard nodded and gave her a very satisfied-looking smile. “He told me this morning. That’s the best news I’ve had since you agreed to come home with him. We’re going to take good care of you, Maya.”

“Same here, handsome.”

She loved being cuddled up to Richard like this, next to his solid strength. Being with him gave her a feeling of peace and comfort. His lovemaking was a mind-bending combination of gentleness and possessiveness. She’d never doubt how much he wanted her because he made it abundantly clear.

Maya sighed happily and placed her palm on his upper thigh. She rested it there for a minute or two while chatting with him. As he talked she lightly slid her hand down his hard, denim-covered leg then swept it back up to the original resting place. She did that several times and each time she inched slightly higher on the return.

Richard shifted slightly, and glancing down, she noted his swelling erection. She almost giggled as her mouth watered at the sight, and she smiled at the sound of his husky exhalation.

“Maya.”

She looked up into his pale blue eyes. “Mmm-hmm?”

“Behave.”

Or what, big boy? She kept right on stroking that muscular thigh.

It did not escape Maya’s notice that despite what he’d said, he didn’t lay a hand on hers to stop her caress. If her progress continued, soon her palm would be cupping his cock through his jeans. She varied her palming up and down his thigh with strokes to his inner thigh, keeping him guessing how far she’d go with each pass.

Richard kept his eyes on the road, and she persisted gently as the truck ate up mile after mile of state highway headed homeward.

Finally ready to move on to the next step, Maya traced her hand over his bone-hard cock, delighting in his soft groan. She was happy that he once again didn’t stop her. Richard shifted and pressed back against her hand. She took that as permission to continue.

His regular, relaxed breathing turned more and more to panting with each passing minute.

There was more than a tinge of need in his deep voice. “Maya.”

“I’m being bad, I know.”

“You are.”

She increased the pressure on his cock by a minute degree and whispered, “Pull over at the next exit and find a shady spot to park for a few minutes.”

Richard regarded her with lust glittering in his eyes. “You are very naughty.”

Happy that he was playing along, Maya replied, “I’m a bad girl.” She reached behind his silver belt buckle and unhooked it from the tooled leather belt. “I’m feeling naughtier by the minute.”

Richard turned onto a county road. There were several treed ranch entries, and he picked one that was overgrown and pulled a short distance down it and parked under a tree. By the time he put the truck in park she had his zipper down and was reaching inside his jeans to stroke his erect cock.

She pushed on his jeans, and he helped her to work them and his boxers down to his thighs. He moaned in surprise when she closed her lips hungrily around his cock. He adjusted the seat back to a reclining position as she crouched on the seat and suckled him. His hands were everywhere all at once, in her hair, stroking her back, and reaching beneath the hem of her sundress. She crooned in gratitude as his fingertips slid beneath the lace of her panties.

He paused and whispered, “Are you wearing my favorites?”

Suckling happily on his distended shaft, she hummed in assent, never missing a beat. His fingertips strayed over her lace-covered mound to the split down the center seam, which left her completely open and vulnerable to his caress.

“You’re drenched, honey,” he murmured as he stroked the back of her head with his other hand. “Damn, you do that so well. That’s perfect.” Even though he’d only been gone a couple of days she’d missed his gentle touch and the careful way he handled her.