Page 48 of Caffeine & Chaos

Ryan rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You have no idea, Nadia. The allure of skyscrapers and bustling streets was like a siren’s call to me.”

“It’s hard to imagine feeling trapped in such a beautiful place. I ached for something like this as a child, the chance to be somewhere truly wild,” Nadia said, her tone wistful as she looked out at the untamed landscape.

Their lives seemed to have developed in the opposite order from one another. Nadia longing for the wild, and Ryan longing for the city. The grass truly was always greener on the other side, or so it seemed.

Ryan chuckled softly, nudging Nadia playfully with his elbow. “You know, Nadia, sometimes I think you’re just jealous of my dual life. One moment, I’m a high-powered businessman making deals in the boardroom, and the next, I’m out here, embracing my inner cowboy.”

Nadia laughed, the sound echoing across the open plain. “Oh, please! I think you just enjoy the excuse to wear those tight jeans and cowboy boots.”

“Hey, they’re practical!” Ryan protested, feigning offense before breaking into a grin. “But you’re right. There’s something about this place that gets under your skin. It might not be what I imagined for myself growing up, but now, I feel like maybe I missed out.”

Ryan pulled her in and kissed tenderly, perfecting the moment amidst the quiet beauty of the ranch.

Breaking their embrace, Ryan climbed back in the saddle, pulling Nadia with him. Another playful smirk crossed his face, “I wanna show you something,” he said.

Trotting along once more, the expansive field gradually gave way to a thicket of woods, where a well-worn horse trail meandered through the dense foliage. The dappling sunlight filtering through the leaves lent the surroundings a magical aura, casting enchanting patterns on the forest floor. Moss-covered deadfall lay scattered about, and the low greenery was punctuated with sporadic bursts of color where wildflowers bravely bloomed.

Nadia’s heart swelled with a sense of wonder as she absorbed the breathtaking scene unfolding around her. Feeling like she was stepping into the pages of a cherished fairy tale, every twist and turn seemed to hold the promise of adventure.

Emerging from the thick woods, they found themselves at a rocky clearing, where a babbling brook wound its way through the property. Their arrival startled a graceful deer, which darted away from the water’s edge with a flurry of movement, leaving behind ripples that danced in the sunlight.

“Oh Ryan, this is beautiful,” Nadia gushed.

“Isn’t it? I would come here and skip stones in the creek when it swelled in the spring. Mom was always terrified I’d drop in when the water was moving fast. Of course, dad would just get pissed when he couldn’t find me for some job he wanted done,” Ryan picked up a stone and side armed it at the water. It skipped once and sank.

“I guess you’re out of practice,” Nadia teased.

Without a word, Ryan closed the distance between them and scooped her up by the buttocks, locking his lips with hers. Nadia, sensing his intentions, hooked her feet together around his waist and returned his kiss fervently. She clawed at the back of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.

Stumbling forward, Ryan leaned Nadia into a tree, kissing her passionately. His hands searching down her waist, found her beltline, and pulled her tucked shirt out of her pants. Nadia squeezed his hips with her legs, desperate to have him. He tore his lips away from hers, his eyes twinkling with ferocity. He slipped his fingers between the buttons on her blouse and was about to rip it open when Nadia stopped him.

“Unless you have another shirt for me to wear back to the house, you better slow down,” she panted into his ear.

Nadia leaned back into the tree. With her legs still hooked around Ryan’s waist, she trailed her fingers down the closure line of her shirt, teasing him.

“If you don’t hurry up, you might be riding back to the house in the nude by the time I’m finished with you,” he cautioned.

Nadia slowed down even further; a challenging smirk spread across her face. Her fingers trembled as she willed them to stay slow, battling her own need to have him, and her desire to tease him.

Ryan pulled her hands away, pressing them against her sides. “Stay” he commanded.

He leaned back from her, tracing his finger down her neckline, taking his turn to tease her. With a coy smile on his face, he slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, rippling waves of shivers down her spine. As the last button gave way, he slid his hand under her bra, and she gasped as he cupped her breast. Nadia rolled her shoulders against the tree pushing herself into the warmth of his hand.

Moaning as he rolled her nipple, she felt her resolve slowly slipping away. “Never mind slow, I need you now.”

Ryan swung her away from the tree and dropped her heavily onto the grassy escarpment that met the shoreline. His hot mouth trailed down Nadia’s neck to find her breast, the nipple taut with excitement and anticipation. Nadia’s fingers dug into Ryan’s flesh beneath his shirt as she fought to find some kind of purchase to pull him in closer to her. She needed him as close as possible; he would be inside her soon, but it somehow felt like it wasn’t enough. She desperately fought for a means to allow his very soul to enter her body.

Fumbling with the buckle on her belt, Ryan looked up at her, “what is this, a chastity belt?”

“Let me,” Nadia breathed. Her nimble fingers worked to free the belt buckle quickly and Ryan wasted no time pulling her pants down below her knees.

Working to return the favour, Nadia grasped Ryan’s thick manhood over his jeans, before forcing her hand between the fabric and his abdomen to grasp his full throbbing erection. She spread the wet pearl of his arousal around the head of him, using it to lubricate her hand’s journey down his shaft. He was magnificent, each time she held him she was enthralled by his symmetrical fullness and the silky-smooth feel of his turgid skin.

Ryan’s hand went quickly to the apex of her legs. As his finger swirled around the bead of her pleasure, she thrust her hips toward him, beckoning him to apply more pressure. As his hot mouth found her breast and he flicked his tongue around her nipple, she tightened her grasp on his length, earning an abrupt grunt from him. In return, he bit down on her breast, narrowing her vision to pinpoints of ecstasy.

Every time he touched her, she felt as though she might burn to cinder. She pumped his flesh with her hand, the groans of his pleasure validating her very existence. He swirled his finger against her swelling, pleasure slicked flesh, his skilled hand threatening to send her over the edge.

“Please, Ryan, now!” Nadia cried out, involuntarily bucking against him.

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