Sunday Snog for August

Hello! Here is a brief excerpt from my short story, Miranda's Travels at Totally-E-Bound  http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1257
 This is the first of several steamy encounters between Miranda and Nicholas as they get to know each other.  I hope you
 enjoy this tasty delight. Have a wonderful Sunday!

"Come here, I’ll show you how to brush him," she instructed Nicholas. She handed him the brush from her saddlebag and took his hand. Sparks seemed to travel up her arm and through her body at the contact.

"I believe I know how to properly brush a horse, ma’am," Nicholas told Miranda, pulling his hand away from hers.

"My horse is very particular," Miranda informed him. He likes to be brushed slowly and smoothly, like this," she instructed. Standing behind Nicholas and grabbing his hand once again, she guided it along the horse’s side. She moved in closer to him, breathing in his MIRANDA’S TRAVELS Naomi Bellina 5

scent. Her nipples hardened as she pressed herself against him. She could hear his breath catch at the close contact, and knew he must be feeling the electric currents that were running through her body.

"Long, slow, calming strokes work the best," she said, guiding his hand over the horse’s rump and down his leg. "And make sure you check his hooves." Miranda bent over to pick up one of the horse’s legs, exposing an expanse of creamy white cleavage as she did so.

"That is exactly the method I use," Nicholas said. "I’m sure I can do a satisfactory job without your assistance."

"Well, I’m not so sure you can! This is a valuable animal and I want him cared for properly. Pay attention when I speak to you," Miranda snapped. She knew she was being cross with this handsome man, but a combination of fatigue and stress was making her short-tempered.

Despite her cheeky tone, or maybe because of it, Nicholas found that he was becoming very aroused by this alluring woman, and he could swear that she also felt an attraction to him. He tried to soften his tone as he responded to her.

"I swear I will do my best to take good care of your horse. Perhaps you should go to the inn and lie down for a bit."

"Oh yes, that’s the answer for any trouble that a man has with a woman; send her away to rest. I don’t need rest, I need…" Miranda began.

Looking into her eyes, Nicholas knew exactly what she needed. He grabbed her, and with a groan, he pulled her roughly to a hay bale. He stared into her face for a moment with eyes that had gone black with desire, then turned her around and flipped up her skirts. She willingly spread her legs wide. With a surprisingly gentle touch and smooth hand, he began to stroke her drenched pussy, bringing moans from them both.

"My lady, you are very wet," he said, his breath coming hard and fast. He put a finger deep inside her. "And also very hot," he said, barely able to speak. Miranda was panting with desire and, brazenly, ready to be mounted, but he continued his slow exploration. At last he turned her around and looked her in the eye.

"I do not rape unwilling women. Do you want me to go on?"

Of all the luck, thought Miranda, a chivalrous stable boy when I just need a good fucking. Nonetheless, she did admire his self-control and was able to nod and gasp, "Yes, yes, go on!"

Nicholas grabbed a blanket and laid it down in a private corner. He undid the laces of her shirt to expose firm breasts, the nipples hard. He slowly ran his tongue and fingers over them, bringing forth groans of desire from Miranda. Just when she was ready to beg him to enter her, he stood and removed his breeches. Miranda swallowed hard at the sight of his firm cock. She could tell it would be a perfect fit for her, and she felt a fresh gush of wetness between her legs.

"Please," she begged. "I can’t stand it anymore. Take me right now." Nicholas rolled her over and once again pushed up her skirts. He slid his cock inside her, bringing moans of ecstasy from both of them. It had been too long since Miranda had had a man make love to her, and having a thick, firm cock inside her was appeasing a deep hunger.

"Slow and smooth, is that the way you like it?" Nicholas asked, throwing Miranda’s words back at her, and moving very slowly and very smoothly. While she marvelled at his self-control, at this moment, she wanted it fast and hard.

"Stop teasing me, you ignorant stable boy, "she panted. "I know how you lower-class men treat your women. Ride me harder!"


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