"I have some books up there that make some good points."
"Okay."
The two of them sat at Ben's little kitchen table, and he launched into the things he wanted her to know about riding safely out in the open. Savannah asked a lot of questions, and he answered her patiently, as always. When he stopped to put foil wrapped potatoes in the oven, she got up and followed him to the little kitchen.
Standing close to him, she said, "I've been wondering something, Ben."
Drinking in her fragrance, he asked, "What's that?"
She laid her hand on his chest. "Just how did you learn to kiss the way you do? I find it most… stimulating."
She raised her head and laid a tiny kiss on his chin. He was finding it hard to breathe as she planted another on the side of his neck. When she kissed the hollow of his throat, he gave a little growl and swept his arms around her, pulling her close and ravaging her mouth. She felt a triumphant thrill as he kissed her. When he slid his hands down to cup her buttocks, she gave a little gasp and suddenly realized that her feeling of being in control had been an illusion. He was very much in control, and her whole body went weak as a wave of desire stronger than she had ever felt surged through her. She felt as if every nerve ending was ultra-sensitive, her nipples were hard as pebbles, and her panties were wet with the reaction he set off.
Trembling, Savannah let her head fall back as Ben trailed kisses down the line of her throat. Her skin was on fire wherever he touched. Dimly, she wondered a little at herself and then shoved the thought aside and let herself ride on the wave of sensation. She slid her hands inside his shirt, pulling a couple of buttons off in her hurry to get to bare skin. Ben groaned in response and cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She pressed her hips against him, relishing the hard bulge in his jeans.
Ben slid his hands up under Savannah's top, unhooking her bra in one quick move. She gasped when his hands reached for her bare breasts, lightly pinching her swollen nipples. She was making that little hum in the back of her throat again, and she cried out when he lifted her up and sat her on the counter, lowering his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. Savannah gripped his head and squirmed under his mouth, urging him on. Growling impatiently Ben pulled her top off and dropped it on the floor, followed by her bra. He feasted on her breasts, licking, teasing, sucking and lightly nipping her tender nipples. She cried out again, and his hands went to the waist of her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and then set her down long enough to slide her pants down over her hips.
Ben sat her back up on the counter and kissed her firm, taut belly, nibbling her ribcage and making her shiver. He slid one finger inside her panties and stroked her swollen, wet center. When he thrust that finger deep inside her, she arched her back and gave a wordless moan, begging him for more. She reached for his belt with shaking hands, bucking against his hand between her legs. Her jeans were on the floor, and Ben took his hand away to unfasten his own. Savannah whimpered and lifted herself so he could pull her panties free. He shucked his pants off quickly, grateful that he had removed his boots when they came inside.
Savannah's eyes widened when she caught sight of his rock hard erection. She reached for him and closed her fingers around him, fondling and stroking the whole, hard length of him. She reached down lower and cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing firmly enough to make him give a grunt of pleasure. He pushed her legs further apart and thrust two fingers into her tight, hot center.
"Now. Now, Ben, please," Savannah gasped.
"Not yet."
Ben explored her with his fingers, rubbing her hard little bud with his thumb while he plunged his fingers into her. Savannah writhed against his hand, moaning incoherently. He kneaded and squeezed her breast with his free hand, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.
Finally, he lifted her a little and plunged himself deep into her. Savannah clamped her legs around him and thrust forward to meet him. They rocked together in a fierce rhythm, their passion building and building until they exploded together in a thunderous climax. Savannah shuddered in the aftermath, her heart pounding while Ben rested his forehead on her shoulder. Her body was utterly spent and deliciously sated. Idly, Savannah wondered what had taken them so long. If she had known it would be this good, she would have seduced him long ago. She pushed aside the nagging thought that perhaps she hadn't been the one who had done the seducing.
Savannah gave a shaky sigh and said, "So you never answered my question."
Pressing against her crotch, Ben said, "What question was that?"
"How the hell did you learn to kiss like you do?"
He gave a little laugh and said, "Just natural ability, I guess."
"You've got some hellatious natural ability," Savannah observed.
"I aim to please, ma'am."
She gave a satisfied hum. "You certainly did that."
"I don't want to move, but I sure could use a cold drink."
"Me too. Can't you reach the refrigerator from here?"
Ben stretched out his arm and then shook his head. "No, that's not going to work."
Savannah wiggled her hips, teasing him.
"Keep that up, and we won't get a cold drink for a while yet," Ben warned.
She tightened her muscles against him and said, "I'm not dying of thirst yet."
Ben took her breasts in his hands and rolled the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rocking gently against her. Savannah's eyes closed, and she kept up a rhythm of tightening and relaxing her muscles. She could feel him hardening inside her and let out a moan when he pinched her nipples a little harder. They began to rock together again, and Ben took her mouth in a long, deep kiss. In a quick motion, he snatched her off the counter and carried her to the couch, her legs gripping him firmly.
Savannah arched her back as Ben thrust deep inside her. She met him stroke for stroke as their pace slowly increased, driving them up to the heights of passion again. She screamed against his shoulder when he drove her to another orgasm, spasming in the force of it. Ben kept going, driving her on and on, until he pushed her to one more glorious climax. Then and only then, he let himself go with a shout of triumph as he did.
There was only the sound of ragged breathing and pounding hearts as they slowly came down from their lovemaking. Some minutes later, Ben stirred and kissed her, a sweet, lingering kiss.
Savannah sighed dreamily against his mouth.
Finally, he lifted himself on one elbow. "I bet I'm crushing you, huh?"
"Not so much. But I'm starving!"
Ben chuckled and said, "I guess we worked up an appetite."
They took turns in the bathroom, and Savannah slipped back into her clothes. Ben put on his jeans and a t-shirt and went to the cooler for a couple of ice-cold beers. He put out a bowl of nuts and another of olives, and Savannah helped him toss a salad while they snacked and sipped their beers. When the potatoes got far enough along, they moved outside so Ben could light the grill. They chatted while the grill heated and enjoyed the view of horses in the pasture.
"You know," Ben said as he scraped the grate, "once you get some experience riding out in the open, we can plan a day to haul the horses over to the park and take a real trail ride."
Savannah had a little thrill at his words, imagining riding through the woods and hills. Then she thought but I might be gone before that happens. She pushed the thought away, but Ben noticed the little shadow that passed over her face. He dropped into a chair beside her and clicked the neck of his bottle to hers.