“We’ll festoon this whole train with flowers!” Amy said, spreading her arms wide.
I smiled at her, happy to see her so excited.
“We also have the rehearsal dinner to plan,” she reminded me. “Ivy gave me a list of things to double-check back at your house.”
* * *
Amy chattedabout the wedding on the way back to my estate after the wedding planning meeting.
“Ivy’s concerned about the table layout,” Amy explained when we walked onto the back terrace that overlooked the expansive grounds with the various stables in the distance. Several horses were out on the back lawn, enjoying the sunshine.
“I think it would be better to set up the tables here on the terrace, but we may have to do what we did for the couples shower and set them up near the historic stable building,” she added. “Let me double-check a few measurements.”
We walked across the grounds, and I helped hold the tape while she made notes.
“Done?” I asked as she scribbled on a clipboard she had balanced against one of the natural wood stable doors, which was worn from over a hundred years of use.
“Yep,” she said, capping the pen.
“Good. Because now it’s my turn to take you for a ride.”
Her mouth made a perfect pinkOlike a rosebud.
I kissed her hard.
She returned the kiss for a few moments before pulling away, her eyebrows drawn down. “Are you sure no one can see us?”
“Only the horses.” I gestured with my chin toward the other end of the stables.
She frowned, and I grinned.
“Relax. No one else is out on the grounds. We're alone.”
I kissed her again, and that time she relaxed into it, her body melting against mine. Breaking the kiss, I whispered into her ear. “Strip for me.”
She stepped back, a sly yet confident smile gracing her lips. “Oh? Where do you want me to start? Here?” Her hands fell to the zip of her skirt, and she began to slowly—achingly slowly—bring the zipper down.
“Or here?” Before the skirt was even halfway unzipped, she raised her hands to her blouse and unbuttoned the buttons one by one to reveal her cleavage.
It was everything I could do to keep my hands to myself. “I want to see your tits first.”
“Yeah, you like my tits, don't you?”
“You have no idea.”
“You going to fuck ’em?” She asked as she pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her perfect, large tits were on full display for me. “I would like that.”
With a low groan, I stepped toward her. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her to me and cupped one of those large tits in my hand, then bent to suck on her bud there.
She moaned wantonly, arching up on her toes to me. We eased down to the floor, and I turned my attention to her other nipple, lavishing it with attention.
She ground into me, already desperate. Perfect. My hand found its way up her skirt, and she arched again, groaning.
I could take her just like that on the floor. God, I wanted to, but I had other plans.
After all, I had promised a ride, hadn't I?
Pulling off her was hard—every instinct screamed at me to take and claim.
