Page 85 of More Than a Fling

“That tickles,” she said giggling.

In response he moved to her ear and whispered, “I love you Annie Morgan.”

Annie’s eyes widened and she became completely still, hardly daring to breath. “Ah could you repeat that please?”

“Only if you turn to face me.”

She turned over only to lose herself in the warmth of his gaze. Breathlessly she said, “Now, you were saying?”

“They are predicting highs in the eighties tomorrow, with sunny skies…” he couldn’t contain his laughter as her eyes narrowed and looked like twin flames about to sear him. She began to tickle him knowing just where his most vulnerable spot was.

“Okay, okay, I love you alright?”

“That’s what I thought you said.” And she rolled back over.

“What? That’s it?”

Now the table were turned, and he squeezed her against him, “Why you little…”

She quickly turned in his arms and planted a kiss on his open mouth. “For the record, I love you too.”

“Now that’s more like it. Babe, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but whatever it was I’m glad for it,” Gabe said.

“You deserve everything good.”

He reached under her shirt to massage her breast and she groaned. Tugging her tee shirt over her head he tossed it aside and pulled her bra strap down, kissing her bare shoulder. Gabe hooked his index finger inside the lacy bra, he drew it down over her breast, and lowered his mouth to take her nipple. “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. Your breasts are every man’s fantasy,” he said, fully aroused.

Suckling gently at first, at her urging he tugged harder with his lips and tongue, sucking, drawing her engorged nipple further into his mouth, while kneading her other breast.

Wild with longing, she cried out, “Gabe, please!”

He moved to her mouth and kissed her deeply then, keeping his eyes locked with hers, he pulled her tights down over her long thighs. Kissing his way up her inner thighs, he lingered over the soft skin near her apex, his tongue trailing fire wherever it touched. Her delicious scent made him want to take her like a wild animal. She bucked under his skilled love making.

He stood and removed his jeans and underwear, his body perfectly sculpted. Annie was transfixed by his throbbing penis. His thighs were muscular and strong. His belly flat. The thin line of hair running from his navel to his phallus made her crazy with desire. She watched as he reached for the end table drawer and pulled out a condom. She pulled her panties off and released her bra.

“Let me just look at you,” he said. Gazing at this exquisite creature, now naked and fully aroused, did something to him. She was wild in her abandon. Completely comfortable with her body and her sexuality she stretched sensually almost like a cat. Then she lifted her pelvis thrusting it toward him in a seductive motion, opening her thighs wide. Her womanhood was on full display for him, her pink, swollen labia, her creamy thighs, her mound of hair, he was lost. He had to have her. Mounting he thrust deeply inside as her legs wrapped around him. He pumped hard and fast. Both climaxing within seconds.

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The barn-building jam was in full swing. There were over a dozen men working on it not including Sam and Gabe, who pitched in when they could. The indoor arena and stall were now under roof. It was only a matter of a week or two before it was completed.

Gabe was riding Midnight in the outdoor arena when the large horse trailer drove up the lane. They were early. He had a lump the size of an apple in his throat as he dismounted. “Come on girl, your chariot awaits.” Her ears twitched in response.

He removed her saddle and bridal and secured her lead rope to the hitching post the went to greet the Bartells.

“I’m Gabe, welcome to Parker Farms.”

“Hi. I’m Doug and this is my wife Sue,” he said offering his hand.

Sue said, “We had to come ourselves to offer our sincerest apologies. We still feel in shock about what happened. We know you have been informed that we were cleared of any wrong-doing, but we still feel responsible somehow.”

“I’m sure, but we don’t hold you responsible. The person who did it is going away for a long time. That’s what matters.”

“We saw you riding Midnight. She hardly looks like the same filly that left Imperial Farms,” Doug said. “I’m very impressed. Looks like her burns are healing nicely.”

“Thanks to Sam,” Gabe said.

“We’d like it if you would consider training more of our horses in the future. I would certainly understand if you decided to cut your ties with us but…”

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