I appreciate the fact that Elia never shied away from my gaze. She doesn’t cower or try hiding her body in front of me. She emits a sexy confidence that is arousing. She is who she is and owns every part of herself. It’s a trait I both admire and am jealous of.
Elia arches her body into mine, and I focus my mind back on her body and her pleasure. My mouth captures one nipple, lightly swirling my tongue around it until it’s a hardened peak. I repeat the same motion for the other bud, and am rewarded with Elia writhing under my touch, pleading with me to continue.
My hands find her waistband, fingers lightly hovering around her skin there, not removing the fabric quite yet. It’s payback for her teasing earlier.
Instead, I lightly place kisses on each of her clothed inner thighs. Elia squirms underneath my caress, trying to angle her core to my face.
“If I remove these,” I place another kiss on her thigh, closer to where she is aching. “Are you going to be wet for me?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Callum, yes, please.”
I love those words coming out of her mouth, especially when it comes out in a moan. I drag a finger down her slit, her dampness seeping through the fabric.
“Such a good girl for me, Elia. Already soaked.”
I remove her pants, leaving her bare before me. Elia sits up eagerly to help me remove my cock, straining against my clothing.
A sound of a slamming door reverberates through the barn sending vibrations through the loft platform where we lay, bodies entwined.
“What was that?” Elia asks. “The wind?” Her hand casually strokes my cock, and I struggle to concentrate.
The horses whinny.
“Elia? Cal? Come on - Ginna says to stop being children, and to come back to the cabin where it’s warm for dinner.”
It’s Rafe, his voice echoing through the barn.
I move to grab Elia’s clothes, assuming our fun is abruptly coming to an end.
Instead, Elia takes my entire length in her mouth. The surprise of her action makes me groan loudly, and she greedily sucks down my shaft, head bobbing.
Footsteps come nearer.
“Elia,” I whisper, “we should stop.”
She leans over the loft edge, peering into the barn, lit only by the patches of moonlight from the holes in the roof. Rafe must still be towards the front.
Elia releases my cock with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She repositions herself flat on her back again, this time with her head almost touching the ladder we climbed. She grabs me and directs me on top, so I’m able to see the barn.
Elia holds the sides of my face with her hands. “Do you trust me?”
“What?”
“Do you trust me? Right here, right now.”
I’m taken aback at her question. “Of course I do.” I lean down and press a kiss to her lips for good measure.
“Then fuck me.”
Whatever length I might have lost in the shuffle stands right back up at Elia’s words. I position my cock against her core, rubbing it lightly up and down between her folds.
“What are you up to, Siren?” I lean down to whisper in her ear, nibbling her earlobe.
Elia cries out, arching her hips. “Please, Callum.” Her voice sounds louder than usual.
Well fuck if I’m not going to give her what she wants. In one motion I thrust myself into her, temporarily lost in how tight and warm she is.
