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“Yeah the bridge. You wanna ride with me, Mrs. Bishop?”
“I would Mr. Bishop,” she replied. She could not help but smile.
Their fingers gently touched as he walked ahead of her, out the house and down to the barn. He closed the door behind them.
“Do you need that opened so the horse can get through?” she chuckled.
He took her into his arms. “No I don’t,” he replied and kissed her slowly.
“What about the bridge?” she asked.
“I’ll show you a bridge,” he said seductively.
She didn’t know what the meant but she understood the way it made her feel. And she liked it. She turned her head to invite him to another kiss. He bolted the barn door and then climbed the loft ladder up to the loft.
She climbed ahead of him, somewhat self-conscious that her bottom was practically in his face. He didn’t seem to mind at all. He stroked her and goose her, causing her to squeal as she climbed.
Sam was very good at managing her clothes. His boot snagged hers and he spread her legs. His hand swept up her skirt, stroking her bare legs. His fingers climbed, higher and higher until he found the place that ached the most.
He made those sweet circles on her damp, petaled flesh, every so often plunging his fingers into her. He worked the fingers back and forth in little kicking movements as he worked them in and out.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured.
She nodded. As she was so aroused by his touch she could hardly think. A nod was the best she could do. She clutched at his shirt. He helped her along by peeling it off of his stunning body. Shauna never saw anyone so masculine in all of her life. He was so taut and rippled and she was so soft and round. He squeezed her large, generous breasts in his powerful hand. His touch was firm and soft at the same time.
She dared explore him. She glided her hand across the mountain plains that was his body. He looked so lovingly into her eyes. He took hold of her hand and kissed her palm before letting her continue with her discovery.
The tips of her fingers found the soft tips of his hardness. She was surprised and delighted at how soft his skin was there. He showed her how to grip him and to move on him with her hand. He braced her arm firmly as she gave him pleasure.
Shauna felt powerful and like that she could please him so easily. It was a simple thing to do and her feelings for him grew stronger. He urged her to straddle him. At first the thought of giving him a full view of her body gave her pause. She was a full-bodied woman too, something that she had been teased about somewhat.
But she found that her weight assisted her balance. When she sat astride him, her skirt belled out, for she was naked to the waist. She could be naked and concealed at the same time and her stout, round frame could lever up and down off of him. She impaled herself on him and worked up and down.
He was already very aroused from her experimentation. It seemed she could do no wrong. He reached up and toyed with her breasts. He cupped them, lifting them, tweezing her hard nipples. Each time he gave her nipples a tweeze, cords of intense pleasure that twined to her core. Her belly was liquid with desire for him.
This was the second time she lay with him and it was different. Some of the best parts from the time before were happening again but it was now already better. She loved the feel of him inside of her. As well as moving to please him, Shauna found a way to move to delight herself.
She pumped up and down followed by a sway around in full circle, grinding with wicked pleasure on his hardness. The more opened that Shauna was with him, Sam was bold himself, jutting into her in a sensual counter rhythm.
He gripped her hips, giving her a solitary thrust, followed by a couple of slow lazy ones. Then he would thrust into her again, shaking her up, shocking her with naughty pleasure. Each time he did that, her bodied rushed and her nipples were hard again.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
He reached up and stroked a lock of hair that had fallen from her bun. His fingers found the pins that held the rest of her hair and undid them. Her chocolate, flowing hair fell to top of her rump and over the curves of her breasts like Spanish moss.
“Oh my goodness,” he said. “You are so beautiful.”
He toyed with her hair as she lazily rocked on him. Without knowing when he was going to do so, he thrust firmly into her, causing her body to clutch up around him. Shauna shivered. She moaned.
“Mercy,” she said.
And without realizing she was doing so, she touched herself. She cupped her breasts as she began to ride him more purposefully. She found a tantalizing position and kept at it, picking up her pace until she put herself on the path to an orgasm.
“Come with me baby,” he said.
His voice was almost drunk. His eyes were half lidded. His thrusts were unceasing, almost automatic. He tipped her into a pile of loose hay and pumped her into oblivion. The shift seemed to do it for her. Everything shifted. Shauna was coming.
She moaned helplessly with the sugared waved that over took her. Sam pumped her rapidly, chasing his own pleasure. Soon his whole body stiffened as he cried out. He practically growled as rapture engulfed him. The two them writhed, grinding into each other until they could move no more. They crumpled in the hay.
