Historical Western Romance Novels & Stories

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

Using my index and ring fingers, I carefully parted her slightly damp outer lips, then slipped one joint of my middle finger into the tight, tender opening, moving it back and forth to widen it gently. "Ah… Connor… I… I… it itches… ah…" More and more warm fluid flowed from inside her. Her eyes were shut tight, and her hips bounced and twisted on the horse's back with each jolt. I licked along her exposed neck. The hand that had been lingering on her breast grasped one soft cheek of her bottom and pulled it aside. With the other hand, I guided myself and, with the horse's movement, pressed the tip into her slightly parted entrance.