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alone!

But he did no such thing. He did not ask her permission. He did not make excuses. He did not cajole, or defend, or misdirect, or even coerce.

Diego simply looked deep into her eyes and let her make up her own mind about his desire for her. Without a word, he was asking her to give in to her own.

Veronique gasped at the beauty of his singular touch on her knee and the feel of his hands on her instep. The stress of the morning melted away and she actually could feel herself sinking lower down the saddle. She realized she was sliding off! She threw her hands into the air and let out a shriek, then a laugh.

He held his grip, gave her a gentle push

upward and continued looking deeply into her eyes as if he was looking into her soul. Suddenly the meadow came to life. Birds chirped, bees buzzed. Hell, she could even hear ants treading lightly below her. Her senses were on fire! She heard her horse swishing its tail and could almost hear the sun baking her fair skin into a weathered and toasty brown.

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her own breath. She stared down at Diego’s rust brown fedora. She smiled down at him and

relaxed. She let him take her right leg and sweep it in front, then across his chest.

Grinning, he deftly lifted it up and placed it firmly on his shoulder.

Oooooohhhh…this should be interesting.

Veronique suddenly felt very vulnerable with her legs spread apart and the warm breeze swirling up around her inner thighs, but she was already very aroused and looked deeply into his chocolate brown eyes.

She adjusted herself in the saddle, placed one hand on the top of her horse’s rock hard haunch and, with the other, grabbed a handful of dry withers. Looking down her loping skirts, she stifled a giggle. All she could see was Diego’s head surrounded by her skirt hems and it looked like he had pushed his head and mouth up to the ledge of a white-clothed buffet table and was ready to devour his way through it one savory dish at a time.

He grinned now and began rubbing his magic

hands on her front foot and the arch that was nestled over his shoulder. He dug his fingers into her, but didn’t tickle her, instead he somehow made his hands feel like warm oil was rubbed all over her sensitive toes, instep, arch, then her ankles.

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breezes swirling in the olive grove were no match for Veronique’s entire body catching on fire. She broke out in a light sweat, small beads started forming on her face and she began glistening in the shade of the olive trees.

She was still dangerously close to ruining this much-needed moment by sliding out of the saddle again so she used what pressure she could

manage by tensing her thigh and calf muscles to keep her balance.

Diego began kneading her muscles deeper with his fingers, then lightly rubbing them as if to rub out the emotional pain of the day’s ride.

Veronique needed so badly to just close her eyes, lean her head back and stretch out, but this position would not allow it. His hands were warm and he was stroking both of her calves now. She knew what was coming next. The anticipation of feeling the warmth of his hands on her thighs, then hopefully other places, made his touch more electric!

Without a word, he held her leg over his

shoulder completely still and cinched up each of her three skirts, raising them above her knees, and placed them into her lap. In that one sweep of material, she was open, all of her soft heat completely bare to him. She saw his head

disappear and felt a warm breeze blowing over her soaked crotch. She jumped uncontrollably, but laughed and pushed herself toward what she

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knew was his mouth.

She heard more rustling, then watched in

amazement as he somehow managed to roll the bunched up hems of her skirts. Before she could say anything, he lifted his hands to her face, placed one hand behind her head and, with the other, shoved a mouthful of cloth into her

shocked, but open, mouth!

“Ruesunnrrriichh,” she managed to choke out.

But that was all she said. Instead, she cleared the dust from her nose and bit down hard on her soft gag. As she did, she felt her body push forth, and juices begin to ooze out of her. She huffed loudly, but smiled at his resourcefulness. His hands were now free and he had complete access to her long legs, her thighs, the top part of her belly and the slippery folds of her aching pussy!

She couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her, up inside her, she moaned loudly again into her makeshift gag. “Mmmhhmm…” And then she

yelled. It felt good to scream, but her voice was muffled to the point of being only a roar in her own ears. He started with just his fingernails. He dragged them lightly at first, beginning from the insides of her knees, up to the delicate skin of her inner thigh, then smoothly climbing around, up, and over her now glistening mound, up across her delicate belly flesh. All in one smooth motion, he ran his nails, increasing the pressure.

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through a field. Veronique felt all ten fingers rake her skin and it was magnificent! As she became even more sensitive, she jumped when he reached her inner thigh. In response, his touch got lighter, so light she felt like his nails were now dancing over her skin, just dropping down to touch her quivering flesh like birds swooping down quickly, splashing just a split second, then dashing off the surface of a calm lake.

With each run of his nails, she could feel herself leaking more of her excitement. As he slid them over her inner thigh, she gasped. She groaned as they sped up and through the wetness from her pussy, making that whole area more and more slippery. Then he stopped.

All she could hear now was her own husky

breathing as she ran her tongue across the smooth cloth in her mouth. “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop now,” she purred.

As if he heard every word, he simply turned his hands over and began making the same trails with the pads of his fingertips. The feeling was completely different and even more exciting! The strokes fused together until she pictured herself painted with a wide brush up both legs at the same time only to stop at her belly and continue again, up and again, up and again.

It was mesmerizing and she found herself

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spit-soaked hems. Her mouth was getting dry and hoarse from screaming and she desperately

wanted something, anything, to suck on.

Suddenly she felt herself moving!

Her horse was moving. Confused, it took a

second to figure out the horse was somehow

moving sideways! She was baffled, but had no choice except to remain still to maintain her balance or she would fall.

How in the hell is he doing this?
She pushed her chin into her neck as far as possible and looked down to see Diego had taken off his hat and was gently pushing his head into the ribs of her horse, carefully, like a mother rocking her newborn child.

Back and forth he pressed. He then laid his cheek against the horse’s ribs, reached around to the horse’s neck and pushed lightly. It was

unbelievable but the horse was shuffling

sideways!

After only a few steps, Veronique turned just in time to see a large tree appear over her shoulder with low hanging branches and it all became clear in an instant. The horse stopped when it brushed up against the tree. She leaned back, stretching herself almost completely straight to give her muscles a break, then she settled back with all of her weight against the tree. She let out a long sigh of relief into her now-wet gag.

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until they found the branch she needed. She wrapped her hands around a sturdy branch strong enough to hold all of her weight and smiled to herself. She knew that she would soon be holding on for dear life!

Veronique lifted up almost completely out of the saddle when she felt the buzz between her legs! He was grinding her lips and vulva together.

The effect was incredible! She felt her clit jumping out of its hood with each shifting of her lips and she could barely stand it. She made herself slide back onto the saddle and controlled her spasms with deep breaths. She didn’t know how long she could take this feeling.

“That is soo intense, Diego, I love it.” She urged him on, coaxing him to continue his exploration of her.

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She jumped.

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her sensitive flesh so he added another finger and had to hold her down again tighter.

Two fingers sent spasms down her legs. He let her catch her breath before pushing firmly on her stomach and slowly inserting both of his longest fingers up inside her aching, soaked, velvet alcove.

She did not jump this time, but simply rendered into his hand and it was as if all the tension, pain and anger of this morning loosened. Hot fluid ran down his fingers into his palm and he began what was going to be her steady climb into another universe.

Diego pushed both of his fingers up deep inside her while using her own weight to ensure they were as snug and pleasurable as possible. He closed his eyes and rested his face on her stomach.

He began her new experience by tracing light lines with his fingertips, circling the firm, slick mountain of cervix that poked outward from a sea of ridges and valleys and delicious curves. Deep inside her felt smooth and slippery, with

wondrous creases surrounded by muscular,

strong walls. He was very careful to use the pads of his fingertips and trace slow circles around and around until Veronique grinded her sex into his hand at the same speed to let him know she loved it.

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come next. Dovelike, he turned both of his fingers and curled them upward, like he was calling her to come to him. Slowly, he rubbed the tips along the top shelf of her wonderfully ridged and delicate flesh. He heard her muffled screams and moved his fingers to the left, dragging them back to the right, until he found the small, but powerful spot he was looking for.

He knew Veronique was almost out of her

mind and was having a difficult time staying on the horse. He settled into a smooth rhythm and rubbed the same way over and over. She calmed down and began matching her breathing with his
come hither
fingering.

Diego relaxed and thought about how good

Veronique smelled, how beautifully she was

shaped and how wonderfully slippery and

sensitive she was becoming. He continued his fingering until he, too, felt a new power building up in his lover. Heightened, his cock strained against his trousers and, with his other hand, he quickly released his pulsing cock. Diego sighed in his own pleasure as he grabbed and squeezed his balls and generous girth.

With a fistful of experience, it took him no time at all to reach the same plateau as Veronique. With every stroke he pulled his palm off and away from his cock head, making himself spasm. He smiled at feeling his own juices sliding in his fingers. He had no intention of stopping and, as his own 137

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release got stronger, his grip on her became more pronounced. He pushed up inside her harder and with more force.

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feeling, but she knew she had never in her life felt what she was enjoying right now. It was deep, but not painful and, with every movement, her entire body jerked, pulsed and shook. Instead of getting less and less sensitive, an exquisite pressure was building up inside her from sensations she never realized were possible. She felt like a flood of excitement was surging from her neck to her feet, sluicing its way down through her hips, through her belly and headed directly toward her

throbbing pussy. From there she had no idea what was going to happen.

Veronique met his force with her own pressure, letting herself fall almost completely onto his fingers. She was almost there. An unbelievable orgasm built like nothing she had ever

experienced, but it also scared her. She held back as long as possible. His touches, his unbelievable fingers, were taking her to the edge of a cliff that she had never seen before. Almost completely ready to jump off, she held back, tentative and scared about this unknown, but exquisite, feeling.

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his shaft up and down, coaxing his own explosion at the same time. She bucked into his hand

forcefully now, letting him know she needed just a little more. She hoped he knew that one little push, just a little more pressure, would be enough to send her over a raging waterfall. Without saying a word, he lifted his head off her stomach and placed his entire mouth over her smoldering folds.

Veronique felt the tremors of her first orgasm immediately! Flashes of hot sparks shot through her body as he flicked his tongue over her clit.

Sharp waves of pleasure so intense they were almost painful, sent her shooting skyward, then crashing back down to earth. Within seconds, she was lifted upward again, then down. She only had time to sense that every lick of his tongue was giving her an orgasm. Each lick was now matched with a flood that built deep inside her. The sensations were overwhelming.