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years, but I wouldn’t
go into that now, I had a job in hand to finish—couldn’t help but smile at my
own pun. I gave a few more licks to the tip of his dick and watched him buck
and hiss, his hand tight on my shoulder. I eased back a little, then shifted my
tongue to his balls. I drew them gently into the warmth of my mouth and hummed
when he moaned. When I blew hot air against his skin he moaned. I was rewarded
with a “that’s fucking great!” That was the encouragement I needed and I
pressed my tongue to his taint as I clasped his blood-engorged cock.
    Shuddering, Diogo threw his head back and released a low
groan as warm cum erupted from him. I rode the wave with him, my fingers
holding firmly as he bucked and groaned ’til he ran on empty.
    I slid into his lap and he closed his arms around me. “Thank
you. That was… You’re fantastic,” he said, kissing the top of my head.
    Hmm, glad he thought so, I wanted to be fantastic for him. I
hugged him a little tighter and closed my eyes, the sun and his body heat
lulling me to sleep.
    “Come home with me,” he murmured in my ear. “I need to be
inside you, slide into your warmth, wrap myself around you.” His kiss was slow
and sweet and I wanted nothing more than to have him make love to me, thrust
deep and long ’til exhaustion. “I don’t have protection with me, and we’re too
old for playing the odds.”
    I could have reassured him on that account, but I too wanted
to go home where we could have guaranteed privacy. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed
sex al fresco, but I didn’t care to give sexual gratification to some Peeping
Tom.
    * * * * *
    I rode behind Diogo, just as I had seven summers before,
arms tight around his waist, my blonde hair flowing in the wind. We entered his
estate through the open iron gates at a canter, only to slow down upon
approaching the barn. There he dismounted with the elegance and suppleness I
remembered from before, then grabbing me by the waist, he lifted me over the
horse’s rump, high in the air until I stood in front of him.
    “Come,” he said, taking my hand.
    We entered the barn through a wide French door to find a
beautifully decorated room with a fireplace as a centerpiece, an assortment of
comfortable sofas and thick rugs, strategically placed lamps and artwork, and
an interesting-looking spiral staircase leading to a loft.
    “I didn’t know barns looked like this,” I said, glancing
around the room. Everything from furniture to artwork screamed money and masculine
good taste—clearly this was his hangout. “This place is beautiful!”
    “Thanks. Come, I’ll give you a tour of the bedroom,” he
said, winking at me before he led me up the stairs where a king-size bed placed
in front of a large window took up most of the space. Diogo pulled back the
plaid duvet before he turned and took me in his arms, then placing me gently in
the middle of the bed, he joined me there.
    “Now where were we?” he murmured, and I giggled excitedly
before our mouths and arms met and we kissed, lingering as we lay on our sides
facing each other. I slid my hand under his shirt and his smooth skin felt cool
from the fresh spring water. The light scent of horse and Diogo’s own smell
filled my nostrils, awaking memories. I pushed his shirt aside and stroked his
wide chest, his strong back, his narrow hips, then his gorgeous butt,
reacquainting myself with his magnificent body, dazed from the pleasure of
being in his arms. His lips and tongue explored, stroked, aroused me, and I
moaned happily as my eyes drifted shut. Diogo pulled me closer, his hard cock
straining in his pants.
    “How could you say you didn’t want me,” he rasped against my
throat. “How could you think of denying us this pleasure,” he groaned, shoving
his fingers through my hair and taking my mouth for a long, deep kiss.
    Really, what was I thinking?
    “We’ve got way too many clothes on,” he said as he reached
for my espadrilles.
    I chuckled, amused.