She awoke to feel a soft breath on the back of her neck, then another gentle kiss. She realized that was what had disturbed her in the first place. The trailer, or as he called it, caravan, was already getting warm, and she realized it was going to be another hot day in the outback. She stirred and was rewarded with a low murmur from him.
“Morning, love.”
He kissed the back of her neck again. She smiled, and tilted her head back to rub her cheek against him. Her eyes were still closed, and she made a purring sound as he tightened his hold around her waist.
“Gonna wake up for me?” he rumbled, "or do I have to go play with the cattle now?”
She giggled, and turned over to face him. His smile was the first thing she saw as she opened her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat like it always did. His eyes were deep green this morning, and she recognized that as a sign of his desire.
“I’m not sure the cattle could entertain you the way you want,” she teased.
He pretended to consider this, then replied, “I dunno, I’ve heard there are ways…” She interrupted him by kissing him.
He chuckled against her mouth, then claimed it with his. She surrendered to his hungry kiss with pleasure. Her hands came up to wrap around his neck. He was a little sunburned from the day before, and she felt him flinch, then relax again, as he kissed her harder. She pressed her naked body against him, and felt his hardness pressing against her belly. He moaned softly as he rubbed against her. She reluctantly pulled away from his mouth to look at him as she reached for him. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was almost in pain with his desire. Her hand closed over his straining rod, and he groaned deep in his throat, then slowly opened his eyes to look at her again.
“Ahhh, yea, love. That’s good,” he murmured as she stroked him.
His big hands came up to cup her full breasts, and she reveled in the sensation of his work roughened fingers gently stroking her smooth skin. He flicked his fingers over her hardened nipples, and she gasped. He grinned playfully, then bent his head to her throat. He lightly ran his soft lips over the sensitive skin there, then retraced his route with his tongue. When he blew cool air over the moistened skin, she whimpered, and tightened her grip a little. His eyes closed and he shivered a little, then he progressed back and forth across her collarbone, then down her breastbone. When he finally lowered his head to nip at each tightened bud, she released him and clutched her hands in his soft brown hair.
“Oh God, Russell… please….”
He licked her, then nursed hard at her as she threw her head back with pleasure. His hands stroked down her sides, over her stomach, further down…. She was dying, but she wouldn’t have had him stop for anything. When his fingers gently stroked her sex open, she cried out, and he moved his weight over her.
She looked up at him as he supported himself over her. One hand was still stroking her, and he bent to her to kiss her mouth again. She reached up hungrily with her tongue, as she arched her body up to meet him. She could feel him moving against her wet opening, positioning himself as she writhed with want of him. Suddenly the hand that had been stroking her was behind the small of her back as he held her and drove himself into her with one smooth stroke. She gasped into his open mouth, and heard him groan deeply again.
Their lovemaking was always intense, sometimes fast and furious, sometimes slow and deliberate, but this morning there seemed to be a special note to it. At first he impaled her repeatedly, hard and strong, but after she came the first time, he slowed and seemed to be intent on keeping her at that high plateau. His kisses were slow, as though he were tasting her, his tongue exploring her mouth sensuously. His soft beard tickled her and inflamed her. Her hands were running over his sweaty back, feeling the way the muscles moved under his skin. Her legs came up to wrap around him, crossing her ankles over his firm ass, drawing him deeper into her. The hand that was still under the small of her back suddenly tightened, and he rolled with her, bringing her on top of him.
She looked down at him with a bit of surprise, and he grinned.
“Your turn. Show me what you can do.”
She straightened her back and ground her hips around him. She smiled triumphantly as his eyes closed and his back arched.
“Ohh, I’ll show you all right.”
She bent to kiss his throat. She could feel his pulse pounding in his neck, and she began to move her hips back and forth on him. She realized how much she was liking being in control as she watched his face beneath her. His emotions and sensations were so visible to her. He reached for her hips and began to thrust up against her. She stopped. His eyes were troubled as he opened them.
“Love? What…?”
She shushed him, then gently took his hands and stretched them over his head. “No no… my turn. Remember?”
The way she was holding him caused her body to be stretched over his face. He reached up to bite gently at her breasts again, and she writhed on him. As she tightened around him, he groaned again, and she began to ride him in earnest. He strained against her, his arms wanting to come down, but knowing she would stop again if he resisted her. He was almost beyond control now, and she was watching every move, every flicker of pleasure crossing his handsome face.
He clenched his jaw, then gasped and she rammed herself down harder on him as she felt his uncontrollable thrust up into her as he climaxed hard. She collapsed her upper body onto him as he wrapped her into his arms and finished out his pleasure, bringing her once more to a peak. They lay still finally, sweating, breathing hard, making soft pleasured noises as they came down. He finally stroked her back, then ran his hand into her thick chestnut hair. He held her that way, and when he finally spoke, her ear was against his chest, hearing the rumbling of his voice there.
“God, baby… it’s so fucking hot in here…,” and his low chuckle made her shiver.
She laughed breathlessly and agreed with a nod. He sighed and stroked the waves of her damp hair as he rolled over onto his side again. He pulled gently on her hair to lift her face to his for another deep kiss.
“I think it’s time for a shower.” He kissed her again quickly, then looked at her with another bad-boy grin. “Coming with me?”
After the shower, she and Russell dressed and headed over to the main house for a quick breakfast. He banged the back door open and stepped into the kitchen. “Damn. Looks like they ate everything already.” He opened the refrigerator and scowled at the contents. “Want some… ummm… there’s some milk. Doesn’t look too old. No eggs. I think that’s leftover steak…” She was standing in the doorway laughing. He looked up with a bit of surprise, then grinned back at her. “I work up a hell of an appetite, and they leave me nothing!” he cried melodramatically. She laughed at him again, then gently moved him out of the way. “Let me in there.”
She pulled out the milk and sniffed it. “It’s fresh.” She opened the crisper and discovered some misplaced eggs, and brought out some cheese. “Find some potatoes and you’re set.” He looked at her quizzically, but obediently headed for a pantry. She cooked them both an omelet and shredded some potatoes for rough hash browns. He seemed grateful as he ate them, then he grinned at her again. “I always heard you Texas girls were handy to have around,” he teased with his fake Southern accent. She swatted him playfully as she took his empty plate away and left it in the sink. “What? You don’t do dishes?” he asked, acting shocked. “Nope, but I do ride horses, so come on!”
He smiled at her backside as she headed outside, then followed her. He saddled the horses quickly, then helped her up into her saddle. He swung up into his, and turned the big stallion into the morning sun. “Follow me. I have something I want to show you.” She clucked to her mare and headed out after him. She loved watching him ride. His body moved easily with the motion of the horse, and he often slowed to point out interesting things as they passed them. She was still new to Australia, and everything fascinated her. They rode for quite some time, until she noticed they were heading mostly downhill, towards a creek in a green pasture. There were two tall trees there, and Russell’s stallion seemed to pick up the pace a little when it had come into sight.
He turned in the saddle and smiled. “This is my favorite place. Come on.” He goosed his horse into a hard run, and she followed with a laugh. He looked like a little boy sometimes when he was excited about something, and she loved him all the more for it. When they reached the creek, he dismounted, then helped her down. “Relax for a second while I take care of the horses.” She saw he was taking the saddle off his stallion, so she removed the one from her mare. About the time she got it off, he was taking it from her with a smile. He took one of the saddle blankets and spread it under the trees. “It’s a bit sweaty right now, but the breeze will dry it.” He came to stand beside her as she looked out over the green pasture. “It’s beautiful.” He smiled proudly. “I know. You should see it when the sun comes up right over there.” He pointed, but she wasn’t looking at the horizon any more. She stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him. He smiled down at her as he embraced her. He bent to kiss her forehead, then sighed happily. “I love being home. And I love you being here. It’s like nothing else exists, you know?” She nodded as she snuggled against his broad chest. They stood like that for a while, with her listening to his heartbeat, him looking off into the distance as he idly stroked her hair. Then she could almost sense him looking back down at her.
She looked up into those sea-green eyes, and felt her breath catch at the sensual look on his face. “C’mere,” he rumbled softly, and led her towards the blanket on the ground. She knelt on it, but when he moved to join her, she shook her head. “No, stay standing.” He looked down with an evil grin, and said, “What did you have in mind?” She gave him a wide innocent smile, then reached for the top button on his jeans. “Dunno, but I’m sure something will come to mind.” She unbuttoned him slowly, being sure to rub her hand along the bulge growing there. She tugged them down a little, then reached into his shorts to stroke his swiftly hardening cock. “Something’s coming to mind right now, as a matter of fact.” She looked up at him, and saw how his eyes were half-closed. She caressed him as she drew him out of his jeans, and gently lifted his heavy sac into view. She pulled the clothing lower to run her hands over his firm ass. He leaned back against the tree trunk for support as she let her tongue playfully catch his bobbing cock as she quickly leaned forward. The velvety tip of it brushed her lips, then she caught it in her hand. He groaned softly, and she stroked the foreskin back to expose the sensitive glans more. Her mouth moved over it like hot satin, just letting her lips touch every inch of him as her other hand stroked his tightening balls. He moaned and reached down to tug at her, but she rejected his hands. Her mouth took the head into it now, and her tongue played over him, tasting the salty flavor already there. When she closed her eyes and let him slide deeper into her throat, he wrapped his hands in her silky mane and moaned her name. She sucked harder, tasting him, devouring him with a hunger she hadn’t realized she possessed. He pulled her hair mercilessly as his climax mounted, then as he spilled himself into her she swallowed him all, and continued to kiss and lick as he moaned and slowly softened again. She cleaned him like a cat, being sure to get every last drop of his salty nectar.
He slowly dropped to his knees in front of her, then held her face in both hands as he blindly kissed her. Immediate desire sated, he took his time tasting himself on her mouth. He buried his face in the soft skin of her throat, and groaned quietly. “Oh god… you know exactly what I want.” She stroked his thick hair and nuzzled him. His hands slid to her waist, then back up over her full breasts. His thumbs teased her hard nipples as he lay her back onto the blanket. He opened her shirt and quickly moved her bra aside as his mouth claimed each hard nub in turn. She moaned happily and wound her fingers in his short curls as she writhed under his expert tongue. He bit gently, then licked, and slowly worked his way down her stomach. She couldn’t help laughing as he hit a ticklish spot, and he grinned as he continued. He knelt back to pull off her boots, and unfastened her jeans to discard them. Her silken panties followed quickly, and he eased his body down between her legs as he stroked a hand up her calf.
She whimpered a little as she opened herself to him, but he continued to tease her as he licked and nibbled the inside of her thighs first. He could smell the womanly musk of her; see how aroused she was becoming as he progressed with interminable slowness. He listened to her sighs and noises growing more frustrated as he kissed her everywhere except the place she needed it most. He stopped for a second, looking up at her face, waiting… “God Russell, please!” she cried finally, and with a triumphant smile, he buried his face in her center. His tongue stroked over her erect clit and she thrust herself up at him. He slid his hands under her ass to lift her to him. Her juices were flowing freely and he lapped noisily at her before dipping his tongue inside. She cried out again, and as he brought his tongue back out to worry her clit back and forth, she shuddered hard, her hips jerking, needing more. He moved up over her, already quite hard again, and sank his length into her wetness.
She clutched him to her, bucking hard as she came, and he moved with her, gentling her, cradling her in her passion. He thrust hard into her, feeling her muscles contracting around his shaft, driving as deep as he possibly could into her. She clawed at his back and arched herself against him as he bit her shoulder where her neck joined it. He was about to come again himself, and he ground himself hard against her body as he felt the spasms begin. This climax was almost painful, following the other one so closely, and he cried out roughly, sending his seed home into her welcoming body. He collapsed on her, groaning intermittently as his cock twitched in her and her tight sheath convulsed around him. He realized she was murmuring something into his hair and he lifted his head to kiss her again. She returned his kiss as hungrily as she had before the sex, and he realized her hunger meant more than simply desire. She practically purred as he kissed her neck again, gently this time, lovingly. He was softening, easing out of her, and she made a little mew of disappointment as he moved off her. He gathered her back against him immediately, and was rewarded with a sleepy smile. He chuckled as he realized he was tired again too, and he pulled the blanket over her nude body as he covered himself back up as well. He kissed the top of her head and they drifted off to sleep with the sound of the water, the breezes, and each other’s soft breathing.
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