He drops to his forearms and places his other arm under my head, grabbing my hair, his bicep pressing into my neck. He’s fully back in control. I let him lead me, closing my eyes as previously instructed and soak into the moment, my hands clinging for dear life on his belt loops.
“Do you feel how hard you get me?” he pants into my ear.
“Yes,” I moan softly, followed by another higher pitched moan.
“Grind into me harder. Please,” I beg.
I needed more.
I let go of the belt loops and latch onto his sides, my grip easily gliding from the sweat.
“Fuck.” He lifts my hips up to press himself harder into me.
Slowly up.
Slowly down.
Harder and harder and harder.
I open my eyes, hoping his are still shut so he doesn’t catch me peeking at him. Sweat drips off his brow onto my face, the muscles in his arm holding my waist up totally flexed and the head of his shaft peeking out of his pants. The head ishugeand dripping onto my stomach where my pants are still unbuttoned.
A strong desire to bend down and lick him and clean it up takes over me and I let it. I reach down, unbuttoning his pants before he can stop me and cup my hand over his boxers and the tip of his head. It’s so soft. Much softer than I expected.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that, baby.”
Baby sets my world on fire. These pet names are going to be the death of me.
“Do you want me to lick you instead?” I whimper boldly.
He opens his eyes and meets mine, surprise on his face before warm liquid squirts on my hand and stomach as he twitches, groaning to the final finish. He lowers my hips and continues to hold himself over me, panting. I pull my hand up refusing to fight the other urge that hits me. I stare straight into his eyes as I lick his cum off my palm. He tastes so good, like pineapples.
“You’re going to drive me crazy doing shit like that.”
I smirk, feeling accomplished in my ability to drive him crazy.
“Good,” I lean up and kiss him.
“Now let’s get you taken care of.”
Before I realized what he said, he flips me over on my stomach and tugs my pants down.
“I’m not doing anything different. I just want to finger you from this angle so I can stare at that beautiful ass of yours.”
He thrusts his fingers inside me, twirling them, and pulsing them while marginally lifting my hips as he plays maestro. I come again more quickly this time, my moans stifled by the pillow I shove my face into. After my lasttwitch, he pulls my pants back up, flips me over and situates me by his side like a ragdoll, tossing me and laying me where he wills. He buttons his pants back up and snuggles into me.
Disappointment riddles throughout me.
“Is that all? No more?”
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles as his fingers stroke through my hair. “There’s no rush, babe. I’m going to do this the right way or at least do my best to try to do this the right way. For now, let’s just talk and cuddle. We have plenty of time to explore more of each other in the future.”
“Hmph,” I protest.
He holds me so tight I barely have any room to move. I feel so safe. I love it. He pulls the blanket all the way up to our necks and starts massaging my back as my thumb strokes back and forth on his bicep lying across his stomach.
“I love how impatient you are to have me, Char. Believe me, it’s unbearable for me right now to stop, but I think it’s best. I don’t want you to have any regrets about us. So as much as I can manage it, I’m going to take my time with you. But, if I happen to slip up and rush, forgive me. I have a feeling that after tonight it’sgoing to be near impossible to control myself around you.”
With this last declaration, he gives me a kiss and starts a conversation back up about the farm.
