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We head into the barn to grab some tools and take the UTV to drive out to the fence. There's not much out here but a handful of grazing cattle and what feels like endless greenery.
I show Mariah how to rewire and secure the fence, and as we work, we can't help but laugh and catch glimpses of each other. It's as if we're both trying to figure out how to get this job done without constantly stopping to touch each other.
In the end, I can't take it anymore, so I drop my pliers into the tool chest and rest my back against the wooden post. Mariah quickly catches my eyes, a smirk dancing on her lips. “What’s the matter, cowboy? Run out of steam already?”
“Not in the slightest.” My voice drops an octave as I extend my hand toward her. "Just needed to lose a little weight," I add, referring to the discarded pliers.
Her brows rise in amusement, but she takes my hand, nonetheless. The touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through our connected skin, the energy pulsating, begging for release. There’s a silent exchange between us—a dare, a caress communicated merely through intense eye contact and soft sighs.
Reaching up, I hook a finger in a loop on her jeans and pull her closer, her breath hitching as she stands over me then settles in my lap, her knees straddling either side of me.
“Now what, cowboy?” she whispers, her gaze flitting from my eyes down to my chest and back up again. God, she’s a sight to behold—all flushed cheeks and bright eyes under the afternoon sun.
"Couldn't help but notice that I have you out here all to myself,” I murmur into her ear, sparking what feels like an unspoken promise. “Not a soul around for miles.”
“Besides a few cows,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before they lock with mine again. “Do you think they’ll mind if I…” She bites her lip and grinds against me slow and deliberate, the rough fabric of our jeans causing delicious friction that sends shockwaves to my lower regions. I drop my head back and groan, anticipation replacing any prior humor between us.
"Mmm...is that a yes?" Her voice is all honey-drenched sin, low and sultry, making my throat dry and mind hazy. Her hands slide up my chest, tracing the hard muscle of my arms before nestling at the nape of my neck, fingers teasing the back of my hair.
"That's a hell yes," I say, flexing my hips and meeting her rhythm, grind for grind.
She gasps at our combined movement, eyes fluttering shut. The sight of her tits heaving, the heat of her body pressing down on mine—all of it wrecks my damn self-control.
I cup her glorious ass with both hands, digging into the soft denim-clad flesh, eliciting another series of sensuous moans from her plump lips. Her hands slide from my neck as she leans forward, pink-nailed fingers starting to fiddle with the buttons on my shirt.
"I don't think you need this right now," she says, making quick work of each button until my chest is exposed to the warm air and the promise of her touch. Her hand skims over the plains of my torso, tracing every ridge and valley sculpted by hard labor and years of sunshine.
"You're so perfect, Clark. So raw. Just like this ranch," she says, her voice a breathy lullaby that makes my heart race even faster. "Is this what it's always like out here, all quiet, raw, and alive?"
I chuckle softly, my eyes locked on her intense gaze. "No, but when you're here, it's fucking amazing."
She smiles, slightly shy, and lifts her hand to run her fingers lightly over my stubble. "It's kind of hard to believe you're real."
"I'm as real as this moment," I whisper back, hands sliding up the small of her back. "As real as you."
Her eyelashes flutter again as she looks down at me, her eyes filled with a blend of uncertainty and desire. "I want to show you how amazing I think you are," she whispers, her fingers tracing the outline of my lips.
I swallow hard, my Adam's apple bobbing against the pressure of her touch. “Then show me, city. I wanna know everything that's in that head of yours.”
Her fingers hesitate for a moment, resting on the edge of my lips before drifting down against, reaching in between to unbuckle my belt.
With a flick of her wrist, she pops the button on my jeans free, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm not sure you're ready for everything," she teases in a whisper, her fingertips gliding over the skin just above my boxers.
"Try me," I challenge with a smirk, watching as she shifts back and slides the zipper of my fly down agonizingly slow. "I can take it."
Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she dips her fingers under the waistband of my jeans, not breaking our intense gaze. "We'll see about that, cowboy," she responds, her voice a mix of playful challenge and sultry promise.
As she tugs my jeans down, the rush of cool air against heated flesh is a refreshing contrast. My length springs free from the confines of my boxers, standing fully erect and begging for her touch.
She doesn't touch me, not at first. Instead, her eyes drop, taking in the length of me displayed before her. She bites her lip and I swear it's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.
"You know something? You have a beautiful dick." Her finger traces along the veins, barely making contact. I close my eyes at the sensation, heat spreading throughout my body. Her nails scrape lightly against my skin and I shudder, my breath hitching in my throat.
"I'm not really one to compare, so I'll have to take your word for it."
With a smile, she wraps her fingers around me, the smooth pad of her thumb swirling over the sensitive head of my cock, dabbing at the bead of pre-cum glistening at the apex. It's a small act, but it sends shockwaves of pleasure surging through every nerve ending.
"Mariah..." I hiss between clenched teeth as she begins to stroke me lazily, applying just enough pressure to keep me teetering on the edge. My hips buck in rhythm to her strokes, seeking more friction with each pass. The sight alone—this stunning woman skillfully fisting my throbbing cock—is enough to reduce me into a groaning mess.
