She started sucking.
Moaning.
Mine.
“Yeah, you love my cock so fuckin’ deep, huh?” I snarled in her ear.
She moaned around my fingers and clenched and I nearly lost it right there.
"Answer me," I said against her ear.
She bit down on my fingers instead. Light. Deliberate.
I pulled them free and smacked her hip and she keened and pushed back harder and I tightened my fist in her hair and held on.
"Haven."
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, god, yes?—"
"Yes what."
"Love it." Barely words. "Love your cock, love how deep—please, please don't stop?—"
I wasn't stopping. Couldn't have stopped if the barn caught fire. I drove into her and she took every bit of it, her whole body shaking, her hands white-knuckled on the headboard, and I kept my fist in her hair and my other hand on her hip and watched her come apart and thought: this is the problem.
This is the whole problem right here.
She came with my name in her mouth, muffled against the pillow I'd pushed her face into, and I followed her over with my teeth against the back of her neck and my hips stuttering through it.
We collapsed.
Her flat on her stomach, me half on top of her, both of us breathing like we'd been running.
The morning light was stronger now through the window.
I was going to be late to check the heifers.
But I stayed inside her; rocked my hips once more and felt a wave of satisfaction when she clenched and moaned. I dragged a line of lazy kisses along the column of her throat, then palmed her breast, soothing the sensitive skin.
“I'm a bastard for this,” I said, “but I want you back here tonight. I gotta have you again, baby.”
She turned her head on the pillow and looked at me sideways.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Yeah."
She was quiet for a second. I felt her breathe.
"Okay," she said. Simple. Like I'd asked her to pick up feed on her way in.
I pulled out carefully and dealt with the condom and she rolled onto her back and stretched, arms over her head, completely unselfconscious. For a moment, I stood there and watched her and thought about all the reasons this was a terrible idea…but I couldn't make myself care about a single one of them.
"Go shower," I said. "Use my stuff. I'll start on the heifers."
"Very romantic."
"Haven."
