A whiff of earthy dampness engulfs us the moment we step outside. The trees rustle as the wind whistles through the branches on our walk across the property to the stables. I pull open the barn doors and follow Cat inside. One by one, she checks the stall doors, making sure they are latched. Finally, Cat looks to the ceiling. "Shoot. The loft door is open." She crosses to the other end of the stables and begins climbing the ladder to the top.
"I'll get it," I offer, but she's already halfway up the ladder's steps.
"I'll be down in a minute." She states as I stare up at her ass.Fuck. My cock swells. A throat clears, and I tear my gaze from her pale pink panties. "You say something?"
"Did I?" I question if I spoke my thoughts out loud. Cat climbs the last two runs, then disappears. Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to her and ascend the ladder into the loft. When I get to her, she's quietly standing in the opening of the loft door, looking into the night. The warm breeze swirls around her, whipping her red hair and fluttering her summer dress. Her beauty captivates me.
I step up behind Cat, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck. Cat moans as I drag my lips across the surface of her skin. My hands fall down to her sides, following the curves of her body over the flare of her hips. My fingertips trace the hem of her cotton dress before dragging the cloth up her thighs.
Cat sucks in a breath. "Easton." My hand slides between her thighs, and I feel the heat of her center.
I pull the scrap of material covering her pussy to one side and slide my fingertips through her silky slit. "Fuck. You're already wet for me." My cock throbs with a need to be inside her.
"Someone may see," Cat says, yet presses her ass back against me.
"Does the thought of being watched excite you?" I coat my fingertips with her wetness and rub circles around her swollen clit. Of course, the chance of someone seeing us is slim since the loft door opening doesn't directly face the house. Nonetheless, adrenaline and a pure animalistic need to fuck her right here turns me on.
I pepper kisses across the top of her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down her arm, then repeat the process on the other side of her body while continuing to manipulate her bundle of nerves. Her dress gathers at her waistline, exposing her tits. I stop touching her long enough to step in front of Cat and drop to my knees. My nostrils flare at the scent of her desire, and my mouth waters.
Reaching up, I tug on her dress, peeling it and her panties down over her hips, removing the clothing from her body. I sit back on my heels to drink her in. Cat's skin glows beneath the moonbeams breaking through the clouds in the sky. Her wet pussy glistens before me, and I can no longer deny myself what I hunger for.
Her.
"I've been picturing you naked all day." I bury my face between her thighs and feast. Her fingers thread through my hair as she whispers my name. "Easton. Oh, God." Her nails dig into my scalp when I suck her clit. I feel her pussy flutter against my tongue as I lap at her. My hands take hold of her ass as she climaxes, and my woman's climax coats my lips while she rides the waves of her orgasm.
I spread her dress out on the floor and pull Cat down with me. "I need to be inside of you," I say desperately and quickly rid myself of my clothes.
"Please, Easton." Cat gazes at me with hooded eyes. She palms her breasts, pinching her nipples, then I watch as she slides one hand down her stomach and touches herself between her legs. Lightning illuminates the sky and thunder booms.
I begin stroking my cock while Cat rubs her clit, her eyes glued to my hand. "Fuck, you're perfect," I tell her. The instant she opens her legs a little wider and dips a finger inside her pussy, I almost lose my shit.
"Do not make yourself come," I demand, and her eyes lift from my dick to my face. "Take yourself to the edge but don't jump." My strokes become fevered as we masturbate together.
"Easton, I need to come," Cat begs.
I settle between her legs, dip my head, and take one of her taut nipples into my mouth. Her moans drive me to suck harder before moving to the other, giving it equal attention. I grab the hand Cat is using to pleasure herself, bring it to my lips, tastingof her once more, and growl. At the same time, I bring her leg to rest on my hip and bury my cock inside her tight pussy. "I'll never get enough of you," I admit, rocking my hips, moving in and out of her.
Outside, rain pours down, pelting against the roof. I crave her like nothing else. She is like an out-of-control wildfire that consumes me. Her walls flutter around my cock. "Don't stop." Cat grips my ass, wanting me to fuck harder.
"I don't plan on stopping until your legs are quivering and you're screaming my name." A few seconds later, an orgasm rips through her body. Her pussy strangles my dick. Electricity shoots down my spine and curls my toes as I spill my seed inside her.
We lie there for some time, just listening to the rain fall outside. "Come here." I tug on Cat, bringing her body on top of mine just to look at her. My cock hardens again, and Cat rocks her hips, rubbing her already wet pussy against it, and I hiss. She raises, aligns the head of my dick at her entrance, and slowly sinks. She takes control, pinning my arms down, and then proceeds to use me to get herself off again.
"That's it. Take what you want, baby." Cat's walls tighten around my dick as she alternates between slow, drawn-out up-and-down motions. She brings me to that "almost about to come” moment several times before suddenly not moving a muscle. And just when I grab her by the hips to roll us over, Cat's hips move again, and her pussy squeezes my dick tight. "Fuck," I growl through clenched teeth as I have the most intense release of my life. Lights flicker behind my eyelids, my calf muscles lock up, and I forget how to breathe.
At this moment, my only thought isI'm going to marry this woman.
The aromatic smells of bacon and vanilla pull me away from a peaceful sleep. I reach for my woman, but the space beside me is empty. She's probably downstairs fixing breakfast. I breathe in deep as I stretch, inhaling the scent of her flowery perfume that still lingers on the nearby pillow.
My phone rings. In no big hurry to answer, I lazily toss the covers off me and sit on the edge of the bed. My feet contact the wood floor, warmed by the sunlight shining through the window, and I curl my toes against the surface. The phone stops ringing but starts again. I sigh and grab it from the nightstand. It's Miles calling. "What's up?"
"How're things in small-town USA?"
My mind drifts back to last night. "Couldn't be better."
"I bet. Listen, I need you to take a drive to the city."
I stand, cross the room, and start throwing some clothes on. "Okay."
