"They're out shopping for tonight," he says. "Though I can't imagine what else we need. Sylvia has been planning every detail of her brother's wedding for months. I'm pretty sure she's paying the wedding planner just to run errands."
I laugh, then realization dawns. "Is there going to be a bachelor party tonight?"
Sebastian shakes his head. "They did that last week. They didn't want this weekend to be so busy."
"A lot of couples are choosing to have their parties early for that very reason," I inform him. Noticing that everyone is done with their food, I get up and collect the plates.
Robert tries to stop me, but I insist. "You cooked. You shouldn't have to clean as well." Growing up my mom did all the cooking and the cleaning. It never seemed fair.
Sebastian dries as I wash, and Robert turns on music, a light jazz, and sits down with a book. "What are you two kids up to today?" he asks.
I look to Sebastian, since I don't know what he has planned yet.
He smiles mischievously. "Horseback riding. I want to show her the lake."
"That sounds fun."
"We're going horseback riding?"
He nods and leans in to whisper in my ear. "While I'd prefer you ride me, I think this could also be fun."
I blush and remember last night. We made love with his parents in the house, which felt naughty and forbidden, and I tried to be very quiet despite Sebastian's assurance that no one would hear us in this huge house.
As if he can tell what I'm thinking, he brushes his lips against my neck, his tongue flicking ever so gently against my skin as the warmth of his breath tickles me.
I melt against his broad chest as his arms encompass me.
"Ready to have some fun?" he asks.
"Depends on what you have in mind?" I'm imagining us naked, sheets tangled around us as our bodies rub against each other.
But he guides me outside to the horses, and I see he's got an entirely different fantasy at play here. Which is fine. This probably isn't the time for sexy. Unfortunately. Because this man, this fucking man, makes me want him all the fucking time, and it's driving me nuts.
He stops by the horse I fed yesterday. Winnie. She's beautiful, and it seems as if she remembers me as she pushes her head against my hand. "Sorry girl, I didn't bring treats this time."
Her soft lips explore my empty hands before she settles for me petting her as Sebastian saddles her for a ride.
"Who's riding her?" I ask.
"We both are," he says as he finishes up.
"Really?" I raise an eyebrow at him. This isn't what I'd been expecting.
"Really. Hop on, my dear."
I'm not as graceful as I would like, but I manage to mount her without too much embarrassment. Sebastian eases himself up as if he's spent his life doing this. Which, I guess he has. His chest is pressed against my back, cock stiffening against my ass. I snuggle in against him as he takes the reins and clicks his tongue at Winnie.
The day is hot, which isn't surprising, but the breeze from riding cools me, and I enjoy the feel of the wind in my hair as we gallop over acres of his family's property.
When Sebastian slows the horse, I think we're stopping, but instead he frees one of his hands and wraps his arm around my waist, his mouth at my ear. "I want to make love to you under my favorite tree by the lake," he says as his hand slips into my jeans and below my panties.
Our thighs are pressed together, our bodies connected as his finger finds my clit and rubs it. When he moves his hand lower, sliding one, then two fingers into my pussy as he continues his attention on my clit with this thumb, I moan, leaning back into him. "You're bad," I tell him breathlessly.
"You make me want to do bad things, Ms. Michaels," he says.
The movement of the horse under us pushes his fingers deeper. His teeth bite into my neck, not roughly, but enough that the shock of it combined with his fingers forces my body into a coil of nerves and tightly contracted muscles looking for release.
When I come, it is fast and hard. The horse picks up pace, either at Sebastian's instruction or on her own, I'm not sure. I'm lost in a wave of pleasure as his fingers bring me to a greater and greater climax.
He timed this well. We arrive at a lake, with a large weeping willow tree shading a grassy knoll. I'm still shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm when he stops and slides off the horse, helping me down. He leads Winnie to the water for a drink, then ties her near some nice looking grass.
I sink into the grass under the shade, my body a noodle after his naughtiness.
But he gives me no time to recover as he moves between my legs and pulls off my shirt. "I missed your tits," he says, freeing them from my bra and tossing it to the side.
"They missed you." I unbuckle his pants and pull them open, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.
Shafts of sunlight sneak through the leaves, warming my breasts as he lays me down and frees me from my jeans and underwear.