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Rory drew her legs up so that he had the ability to get deeper into her. He hooked first one leg and then the other around his upper thighs as he increased the speed, depth, and power of his thrusting. She knew he could feel her body responding to his and felt the beginning of a powerful orgasm on her part. She arched up, crying his name as her pussy contracted around him.

Instead of quieting his own movements to allow her to recover from her climax, Rory hammered her pussy relentlessly through another climax before allowing his own to start to build. He continued to drive into her until he felt her reaching another climax and he allowed himself to do the same, drilling as deeply as possible before releasing his semen into her.

He collapsed on her body and both of them took great gulps of air to replenish that which they had lost. He tenderly brushed the hair from her face. Susan clung to him for no more reason than not wanting to lose the closeness she felt. He nuzzled her and kissed her eyes, her nose, and her lips.

“There now, not being up on top isn’t too bad now, is it?”

“Not if that’s how it’ll always be.”

“Nay, Susan. That’s just a first ride. Wait until we hit our stride together. Before long you’ll prefer to wrap your legs around me more than around Tank,” he teased.

She giggled. “You might be able to give him a run for his money as my preferred ride.”

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Rory chuckled as he withdrew from her body and rolled onto his back tucking her close to his side. He stroked her hair and her back as she settled against him, careful to avoid her backside. He felt that by morning it wouldn’t hurt overly much. He hoped he’d put enough sting in it, though, to make her start to think about minding him.

He laughed to himself as he imagined her trying to ride a freestyle grand prix pattern with a punished backside and a sore pussy. He meant to ensure that the pounding her pussy received would always be in excess of that which he’d given her bottom.

CHAPTER 7

Susan awoke just as dawn was beginning to make its appearance through the French doors. She could feel Rory spooned against her with his arm wrapped around her waist. They’d made love twice more during the night, both times improving upon the times before. Not that the first time had been too shabby, she thought to herself.

Susan gently lifted his arm and slid out of bed. She was surprised to find that the wooden floors beneath her feet were not cold at all. She looked into his closet and found a flannel shirt that she slipped on. She exited his bedroom and smiled at the open airy space that she hadn’t had a chance to see the night before.

When he’d renovated the old stone cottage, he’d created an open-concept space. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were all basically open to each other. The ceilings were tall and had huge, exposed beams. There was a dramatic old stone fireplace that dominated the living room. The furnishings were masculine but had an old-world elegance. She found the antique Irish breakfront in the dining room especially lovely.

She wandered into the kitchen and found his single cup coffeemaker. She searched the cupboards and found the French press coffeemaker she’d been sure was there. The man was far too fond of strong coffee to not have a coffeepot that concentrated flavors. She found his bean grinder and then the coffee beans. Within a few minutes, she had a strong dark roast brewing.

Opening the fridge, she shook her head. This would never do. Far too many prepared and chemical laden foods. She found eggs, cheese, the left-over steak from the night before, artisan bread, butter, and cream. In the pantry she found potatoes and onions. She set to work throwing together a steak scramble with potatoes and cheese. Her plan had been to find a tray and take him breakfast in bed. She smiled as she heard him open the door to the bedroom.

“And here I was going to scold you for leaving our bed without telling me,” he said in his thick brogue with a broad smile. He was dressed in nothing more than a pair of faded, button-front jeans.

“Scold me? And it’s your bed, not mine,” she said.

She had yet to decide how she felt about the spanking he’d given her the night before. Part of her objected to it on numerous levels, and yet there was no denying she’d found it arousing as hell and the sex afterwards among the best encounters she’d ever had. Even though he hadn’t spanked her after that first time, each time he caressed her buttocks, she was reminded of being over his knee and had become even more aroused. It would appear that both the spanking itself and its ability to arouse had lasting effects.

Rory crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her. He nuzzled her neck, and she leaned back to kiss him. He kissed her as though they had been lovers for years and been parted for months. It was a hungry kiss that both captured and entreated.

“Aye, love, scold you, and our bed. I didn’t like waking up to not find you in my arms.” He pulled her closer so that she could feel the hardened staff contained within his jeans. “And it’s our bed now. I thought we settled this yesterday, Susan. If not, that’s something we’ll have to see to today.”

She finished cooking the scramble and pulled it from the heat. “I need to put this on some plates so we can eat before we go feed the horses.”

He said nothing but opened the drawer next to the stove and pulled out two forks. He reached over and took the cast iron skillet and put it on the butcher block counter. He dug his fork into the mixture and put it in his mouth.

“Hmm. That’s good you can cook. Tell you what, you cook, and I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“You make it sound like you expect me to be here often.”

“Shit, Susan. You really are going to push this, aren’t you?” He picked her up and set her on the countertop next to the skillet.

“I’m not the one who’s pushing. Don’t get me wrong. Last night was great; but let’s not make it out to be more than it is.”

“And what, pray tell, do you think it is?”

“I won a big competition and wanted to celebrate. You got a new client who has money and the ability to get you back to the Olympics. I don’t think either of us finds the other unattractive, so we ended up in the sack. You got a little carried away with the whole dressage master thing, but it doesn’t hurt too much this morning so I’m willing to overlook it. I’m fine with the sex being a regular thing, but it’s not as though—”

Rory cut her off with a demanding kiss. Not only did it demand that she stop talking; it demanded that she stop thinking and respond in kind. He held her head in his hands and pillaged her mouth. He continued to kiss her until he could feel her resistance fade away. He took another forkful of food and put it in her mouth.

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