The fight had been awful. Terrible words had been said and things had been thrown. There was no going back after this argument. It had been his idea to come to this godforsaken country in the first place.

After the argument, she's gone for a walk, trying to push all thoughts and memories of the year long relationship she'd just ended from her mind. It never should have started to begin with, she knew they were too different. The damn Aussie bastard had just been so charming to her when they first met, she's been hooked right from the start. His rugged good looks, the dark hair that he kept long, damn him! But all that changed the minute they'd stepped off the boat two months ago. This was his place he'd told her with a growl. There was nothing she could do to change who he was. She'd given up trying.

Pushing her way through another dense area, she saw light streaming through the trees up ahead, showing her the way to a clearing in the forest. Her steps that had been slow and lumbered, now picked up pace as she approached the light, craving the warmth of the sun the take way the chill that consumed her entire being.

Stepping from the shadows into the bright sunshine, she flinched as the light hit her sensitive eyes. She squinted and surveyed her surroundings. There were sloping hills and tall wavy grass as far as she could see. This was not exactly her salvation, but it was better than the trees. Here, she could lose herself. This was a part of the country she'd been unable to see under the controlling hand of her former lover. He'd permitted her out only if he was there to accompany her, which hadn't been often. This was peace.

Hearing a soft 'neighing' in the distance, she picked up her pace once again to see where it had come from. Walking through the tall grass, it danced and waved around her bare ankles, tickling her skin. She adored the sensation, feeling so alive for the first time in a long while.Momentarily, she forgot about the horse and instead, wanted to lay in the grass and sleep. The warmth coming from the sun gave her a drowsy, almost dream-like feeling. She kept walking, however, not wanting to be out here when the night fell.

When she reached the top of the hill, her white shirt was soaked through with sweat caused by the effort and the heat of the day. Below her lay a valley with small cabin nestled at the bottom. There were two horses in a circular paddock just outside the cabin. This is where the noises had come from. In a place like this, sound traveled at a strange rate, everything distorted and out of proportion. Or maybe that was her own perception, everything in her life was out of seemed that way.

She descended the hill, intent on approaching the cabin and asking for help, but as she drew nearer, the golden mare that was housed in the paddock seemed to beckon to her, almost demand her attention. She noticed a small red and black horse blanket stretched out near the fenced in the area that kept the horses. It was as if someone had been sitting there, completely content to watch the golden mare and day dream of what it was like to run free with the wild brumbies. Walking past the blanket, she approached the paddock and the stunning horse that had captured her attention.

The wooden fence that surrounded both of the horses was old and decaying, just like the cabin behind her. This was a strange place to have a little get away, she thought to herself as she reached out and put her hand on the fence.

The golden mare instantly came to her, nuzzling her hand as if she had a treat to offer. She stood still, completely amazed by the beautiful creature before her, letting it search her hand for the treat that she was unable to provide.

Hiking her skirt up around her legs she put a foot on the fence to and gave a slight bounce to see if it was sturdy enough to hold her weight. When she was convinced the wood was solid, she climbed up the slats of the fence and threw her legs over so she could sit and watch the horses, maybe have a day dream of her own. One that didn't include a rude, over bearing lover or a girl with a miserable, unhappy life.

The mare seemed happy with this new arrangement, the large animal putting its head in her lap. She reached out and stroked the golden coat and mane of the animal, so soft and shining in the afternoon sun. Someone had obviously taken such pride in this animal, making sure to brush and clean her thoroughly. The horse made noises of contentment at the touching, as if it had waited for it as long as the woman petting her. Reaching across the animals massive body, she stroked its back, feeling the warmth of its body in contrast to her own. A small smile played at her lips as the horse raised its head to smell her hair and neck.

In the matter of a second, she found herself being pulled off the fence and thrown to the ground atop the red and black blanket. It all happened so fast, she began to wonder if she had blacked out from the heat of the day and lack of water and fallen to the ground. That thought quickly left her mind however, as she felt the weight pressing against her back, holding her to the ground. The weight of a man. He lay stretched atop her, his hands around her waist, making sure she would be unable to move or fight him off in any way. She could smell him, not an unpleasant smell, but something right from the outdoors and completely male. She sensed his face directly behind her, and could feel his hot breath on her cheek as he exhaled explosively.

"What are you doing here?" He growled at her with a low husky voice. "What were you doing near my horses?"

She lifted her head to try and lessen the scratch from the wool blanket beneath her cheek, but the man moved his hands from around her waist and pressed her head back to the blanket, using his other hand to hold her wrist's above her head.

"I'm sorry," she replied. It was all she could think of, she hadn't known why she went to the horses instead of going directly to the cabin, but she had. She could feel him shifting his weight above her, allowing her to catch her breath. "I didn't mean to, I'm lost."

The strange woman that had intruded into this most sacred of places was beautiful. She smelled wonderful to him. He looked down at her pinned under his weight and wondered how long it had been since he'd had a woman beneath him. The stirring that she's caused in his groin was surprising to him. It had been too long.

She could feel the growing hardness of his erection against her backside and was surprised to feel the burning of her own begin to grow within her belly. She tried to peer up at him out of the corner of her eye, to see his face, but he was elusive, not allowing her to look at him. Trying to shift herself to catch a glimpse of this man above her, she lifted her hips off the blanket, causing a more complete friction against his harness. The man let out a soft, almost inaudible groan of sexual frustration as he began to grind himself against the soft flesh of her ass, damning the material that separated them.

She let her eyes close as sensation took over, no longer needing to see the man's face, but needing instead to feel more of him, daring him to possess her body completely. Over and over again she raised her hips to aid the friction he was trying to generate, making soft cooing sounds of her own need now, mixed with whimpers of frustration.

Taking his hand from her head, the man let it travel along her side and down her thigh. He gathered the thin material of her skirt in handfuls, pulling it up until at last he was rewarded with contact, flesh against flesh. This still wasn't enough for him. He ground himself harder against her, and heard her whimpers of need. For whatever reason, he wanted to take this woman, God help him.

Lifting himself off from her, the man encouraged her to lift up as well. His hands caught in the skirt as he tried frantically to push it up over her hips. He wanted to see her, feel her, own her. Seeing the silk panties she wore beneath the skirt, he let his hand wander over the dainty material, feeling its softness. Still holding himself up away from her, he undid his belt, simultaneously toeing off his shoes and he undid his pants. With one hand he pushed his trousers down over his own hips, the other hand still clasped firmly around her wrists.

"Do you want me?" He asked when he'd gotten himself out of his pants and lowered back down onto her small frame.

She didn't dare say a word, her mouth suddenly dry, scared and excited about what was happening to her. She lifted herself off the blanket as best she could to let her ass rub against his now freed cock, hoping that would be enough of an answer for him.

"I want you to say it, love. I need you to tell me." The man rubbed his hand over the silk panties once again, daring her to say no.

"Yes," she replied in a whisper. It was all she could manage, she hoped it was enough.

Taking the silk in his hand, he ripped the material away from her body, completely exposing her to him. Tossing them aside, he returned his attention to the treasure he'd uncovered, stroking the flesh of her ass tenderly.

She let out a long sigh as he stroked her, feeling as if she would explode at any moment with the anticipation of his touch on other, more intimate parts of her body. As if sensing her need that matched his own, the man moved atop her once again, letting his hard cock push persistently at her ass while he moved his knee between her legs to allow him better access to her. Once her was settled, kneeling between her outstretched legs, he raised up again and sought her center. His hand found what he'd been seeking, wanting, since he'd found this woman here. He let his finger slip inside her, feeling the warm wetness coming from her own desire, making him want her even more.

She writhed under him now, wanting him to completely fill her with his maleness. She needed him more than she needed air at this moment, and her mind screamed what her mouth could not. 'Take me!'

In one slow fluid motion, he lay back down atop her and entered her at the same time. Both gasped at the sensation, feeling as though they had waited their entire lives for this moment to validate their existence.

The man could feel himself stretching her tight sheath and he held completely still, allowing her time to adjust to his girth and length. When he felt her muscles relax around his organ, he slowly pulled out of her before plunging back in to the hilt, feeling the head of his cock bump against her womb.

She gasped at the sensation of being so carelessly and recklessly fucked. Never in her life had she done something so outlandish and never before had she needed anything more than she need this man, at this moment. The heat of their sex was sending her into oblivion and she tried to hold onto sanity, fearing this coupling would come to an end far to quickly if she let herself fall over the brink into the abyss of ecstasy too soon.

His pace quickened as he took her in this primal position, letting himself lose control as animal lust overcame him. He pumped into her, reveling in the sound of flesh pounding against flesh, the smell of their sex intoxicating. He let go of her wrists and tangled his fingers in her long wavy hair, much like he would a horse's mane when riding bare back. He braced himself with his free hand, lifting off her slightly so he could look down and watch as he entered her, the sight and the motion bringing him closer to completion.

She lay on the blanket, tears streaking down her face from the pleasure this unknown man was making her body feel. Never before had something felt so good, so right. The burning sensation that had started in her belly, began to move lower to her sex, making her swollen clit throb almost painfully, begging for release.

The sensation grew stronger and she felt herself tumble over the edge as the orgasm rocked her body, making her cry out. The man felt the convulsions from her orgasm as her inner most muscles pulsated around his engorged shaft, milking him. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, trying to drive himself into the same oblivion that had taken her. Hearing her cry out her release, he threw his head back as he thrust himself one last time into her waiting body, spilling his hot seed deep with in her.

He let himself collapse atop her again, exhausted with the effort and the strangeness of the encounter.

She lay completely still, wondering what would happen now. This had all happened so fast, she realized she had no idea what this man would do to her next. She felt his breathing and heart rate return to normal as he lay on her and he slowly withdrew himself from her body. He rolled off from her and lay outstretched on his back beside her, wiping sweat from his brow.

She turned her head to see the man that had just made her feel things she never thought possible, wanting to see him for the first time. The sun shone down on his well muscled body and she drank in the beautiful sight before her. Dark hair, almost long and slicked back with sweat. Well-tanned body, beautiful face, complete with mustache and goatee. He turned his head to look at her, trying to read her reaction to the encounter in her face. That was when she saw his eyes, the most beautiful shade of blue green, clear and lucid, she could lose herself in those eyes.

"I...." She began, but the words were cut short as she gasped still taken by the man's eyes. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "I need to get home."

The man smiled at her with sweet sincerity, making her breath catch again. "I think you are home, love."