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I need him in me.
Chapter Four
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I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for as long as I can remember. In fact, I’m pretty sure that the fantasy of fooling around in the hayloft was my first spank bank deposit. But now, to actually be here with the woman I love more than anything—well, this is just next level.
Letting her nipple go with a popping sound, I whip my shirt off, earning a wicked smile from Aimee. I give her one in return, but only long enough to read her face, making sure she wants this. Her wink as my hands undo the button on her jeans says everything I need to know. Returning to her boobs, I capture her other nipple in my mouth, giving it the same treatment its twin received.
Aimee wiggles her hips, helping me work her pants over her luscious hips and down her thighs. Her skin is soft and smooth under my calloused hands, and I wonder for probably the millionth time how I got so lucky with her. If our paths hadn’t crossed that day over a hydraulic hose, then I’m sure I never would have discovered just how amazing love can really be. She is everything I could want in a woman—smart, caring, funny, and doesn’t mind the smell of a farm.
“Six, please…”
“Please what, baby?” I ask, my teeth grazing the taut peak.
I know what she wants. Aimee is not shy about using her words, about telling me what she wants or how she wants to be touched. So if she is already to the point of begging, then she is a lot more revved up than I realized. Still, I’m not going straight to the main event. I’m not that kind of guy. My girl always comes first—and more than once.
Sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh, I find her panty-covered center, already soaking wet. Shit, she is ready to go. Apparently I’d underestimated our shared hayloft fantasy.
Or she has a secret one about being caught…
“You’re so wet, Ames,” I comment, slipping a finger inside her panties. “Is this for me?”
“Yesssss…”
“Then clearly I need to be a good boy and have a taste.”
In a flash, her panties are with her jeans around her ankles, my face diving into her pussy. Aimee groans, her hands flying to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as my tongue finds her folds, licking her from base to clit. I know exactly what she likes, how to tease and drive her crazy with want. Bringing her to the brink, only to back off again over and over, is one of my favorite things to do. Watching her writhe underneath me, panting, begging, pleading all from my efforts is one of the biggest turn-ons ever. Too bad we don’t have time for that now. Later tonight, however—well, it’s game on.
Zeroing in on her clit, I alternate circling my tongue and rough nibbles, knowing that will get her there the fastest. Each new sound that escapes from her sends another jolt of lust through me, my dick so hard I’m sure it’s going to burst through my zipper at any moment. Aimee’s hands tighten in my hair—she’s getting close. I pick up the pace, pulling out every trick I have to get her there. I need her to come.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Aimee moans, her knees wobbling.
I tighten my grip on her bucking hips, pulling her in closer. Aimee’s orgasm takes hold of her, the evidence drenching my tongue as I lap at her. She twists and moans for another long moment, before releasing my hair, her breath heavy.
“You are so fucking good at that.”
“I aim to please.”
“That makes two of us.”
She winks, stepping back from me, slipping off her boots, and stepping out of her pants. Licking her lips, she stands before me in nothing but her socks, and I’m sure I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in my entire life.
“You better get that cute little ass over here and on my dick right now,” I growl.
“Or what?”
“Or later tonight, when we have a lot more time than we do now, I’m gonna bust out that old riding crop and show you who’s boss.”
Closing the gap between us, Aimee steps between my legs, squatting between them. Her hand flicks open my jeans, pulls down the zipper, and reaches inside, instantly finding my hard cock. Pulling it out, she waggles her eyebrows, giving the tip a long lick. I shudder, the feel of her tongue on me making my balls ache.
“And what if I like the sound of both of those things?”
“Be a good girl, and you can have both.”
Aimee giggles, then takes me fully in her mouth. The soft, wet heat of her mouth engulfs me, and I have to stop myself from coming right there. Her mouth is something else, and I know that I won’t last very long once she gets started. But I need her on me. Need to feel that pussy squeezing my dick. And we’re on a tight timeline.
Reaching down, I hoist her up and into my lap in one swift move. Shifting awkwardly, I grab my wallet from my back pocket, pulling out the condom I slipped in there earlier this morning while thinking about Aimee and our date. I thought I was being extra prepared doing it early, not wanting to forget as I run out the door. Now I’m going to have to remember to do it all over again. Not that I’m complaining. Aimee takes the foil wrapper from me, ripping it open with her teeth, then her hand flies to my waiting dick and slowly rolls the condom down the length of me.
