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Gabe laced their fingers together, and led her into his kitchen. Sitting her down at the pine table, he grabbed the brewing pot and fixed her a thick, delicious coffee. He set the mug down in front of her and made her wrap her hands around it, “Drink this; it’ll make you feel better.”
Vanessa looked around the house; his walls were filled with images of horses and ribbons. “Wow,” she mumbled into her mug, “you’ve achieved a lot.”
Gabe followed her gaze and smiled. “Yup. This makes it all worthwhile.”
There were stacks of images of horses and riders and families in various states of happiness. Mostly, there were pictures of kids wrapping their arms around their newest friends and holding up bright rosettes. Gathering strength, Vanessa stood up and walked around the room, her eyes following a mini history trail.
“This,” Gabe steered her toward a thick, awkward frame, “was my first successful attempt at retraining a racehorse.” The image was washed out. Focusing on the picture, she picked out a now familiar smile. “Is that you?”
Gabe laughed, “Yeah, between 12 and 19 I was learning to re-educate ex racehorses. Didn’t matter what happened in my life with school or work; I always came back to horses.” He then led her across the room, steering her with gentle touches, to his favorite successes. He seemed to have dealt with it all; it was obvious he was a good trainer. Vanessa’s shock from before was slowly ebbing as she saw dozens of healthy horses immortalized in the photographs. Feeling Gabe’s heat on her back, she gently leaned into him.
Gabe grabbed a thick album and sat at the table, “Come look at these.”
Vanessa paused. She could either take a seat at the table, or she could tell him what she really wanted. She took advantage of Gabe’s huge frame and sat in his lap, pulling the book onto her lap. For the next half hour, they laughed and chuckled through an album of fortunes and funny disasters. Feeling Vanessa’s pert bottom on his thighs fanned Gabe’s desire for her. She was so easy to talk to and laugh with; it was impossible to hide the erection pressing agonizingly against his seam.
Just then, Vanessa turned in his lap, pressing her breasts against his chest. She looked at his face and smiled, gently lowering her head to softly kiss his lips. Taking the album from her hands, he rested the book on the table and scooped his arms underneath her. Cradling her to his chest, he carried Vanessa across the living room toward his bedroom. He’d never been this anxious to get a woman in his bed.
He walked into the bedroom, kicking the door closed before gently lowering Vanessa onto the bed. He quickly turned back to the door and flicked the lock. No one, not even Jimmy, was going to mess this up.
“Locking us in?”
“I don’t want to be interrupted—not this time.”
Reclining against the bed, Vanessa kicked up her legs and arched her eyebrow at Gabe; he reached down, swiftly pulling her shoes off.
She slid her hands to her waist, unfastening the button on her jeans and unzipping the fly slowly, sliding the worn fabric down her curvaceous thighs and calves. Gabe watched the pants progress to the floor, drinking in Vanessa’s softness. Gabe dropped to the bed and propped up on his side next to her. Vanessa grabbed his hand and slid it beneath the edge of her panties, making him groan involuntarily as his fingers dipped into her slick warmth.
“Strip,” she ordered as she leaned up on her elbows to watch him.
His cock jumped with hardness. Being ordered around wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d like, but he liked this change of power. He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing a torso of carved muscles; her reaction was worth the wait. She gasped and covered her greedy mouth with her hand.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” she said in awe.
“Hey, that’s my line.”
She shook her head. “No really.”
He flicked the button on his pants, sliding them down his legs along with his boxers. He kicked them off so they landed in a random corner of the room. His cock stood impatiently erect, the head throbbing as Gabe tried to control his passion.
This time she didn’t say a word. She ran the tips of her fingers along his torso, tracing each of his muscles. She made a trail down his abdomen and wrapped her small hand around his girth; he jerked beneath her touch as she squeezed him. He gasped and then groaned when she rubbed her thumb over his tip. She looked at him, batting her lashes. “I’m giving you three days,” she said, rubbing the tip again.
His eyes crossed as she worked her hand up and down his cock. “Three days for what?”
“Three days of incredible sex—with no strings attached.” She scooted down the bed and looked up at him, slipping his tip into her luscious mouth; all coherent thoughts immediately left him. She used her hand to pump his cock into her mouth and bring him to the edge. Afraid to shoot his load into her mouth, Gabe arched his back and eased his length out of her. “Not so fast. Are you saying that you only want three days with me? Just three?”
“For the time being. Why, do you want to change my mind?” she smiled wickedly.
Gabe reached into his side table and pulled out a condom, “Maybe. Let’s see how we do with a test drive, huh?”
She sat up and lifted her shirt off before unhooking her bra and wriggling out of her panties. Running her fingers down her body, she reached her throbbing center and touched herself, bending her knees so Gabe could see. He tracked the movement and his mouth watered. Vanessa was not ashamed of her body or afraid to show him exactly what she wanted. She teased her clit and moaned before spreading her legs wider, slipping a finger inside.
He’d never had a woman touch herself for him; he found it utterly hypnotic. He couldn’t look away.
“I need you—now!” she gasped.
Gabe slid the condom on before guiding Vanessa onto all fours on the bed. Immediately, she spread her legs out wider and dipped her chest, presenting her cheeks like soft, ripe peaches. Glancing over her shoulder she smirked, “Take me. Now.”
“God damn,” he grunted and angled his body behind her. With one wide palm, he held onto her hip, while the other rubbed the tip of his cock over her opening to leave the head slick. He paused, letting the pulse in his throbbing length scream for release one final time before he thrust his cock into her tightness. Vanessa squirmed and pressed against Gabe’s pelvis, her pussy tightening around his magnificent length as it drove deeper toward her cervix.
“Oh my God, Gabe, it’s coming...it’s coming!” Her voice was strangled; the passion was real.
Tipped over the edge by Vanessa’s cries of passion, Gabe slammed the rest of his length inside, observing how her pussy clamped shut on his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her body. The rhythmic squeezing was too much; Gabe felt his balls tighten as a loaded shot of cum surged from his body. He cried out, squeezing Vanessa’s ass and slumping over her back, letting their heart beats quieten before he slid himself out and pulled the condom off.
Gabe collapsed onto the bed next to Vanessa completely in shock. He reached over and pulled the smiling and gasping Vanessa into the crook of his arm, letting her head rest on his chest. It was over too soon--and to make matters worse, he only had two more nights with her.