Chapter 33
Jess
Brian wasted no time. His lips and hands were all over me the minute the words left my mouth.
And he wouldn’t hear a complaint from me. I’d barely been able to keep my panties on all day.
He’d come all this way to see me. He’d missed me.
And he’d told me that, with words, repeatedly.
My heart could barely contain my happiness.
He guided me to the floor, the sleeping bags our only padding, and undid the buttons on my jean shorts. “If you don’t let me eat this sweet pussy, I think I’ll die,” he said. “I’ve thought of nothing but the taste of you for weeks.”
Heat flooded my core. Damn.
I was a generous gal, so I was more than willing to give this man anything he asked for.
Once he’d tossed my shorts and panties aside, he clutched my hips and pulled me closer, throwing my legs over his shoulders and spreading me wide.
In seconds, I was babbling incoherently. Every flick of his tongue sent me spiraling further into the abyss.
I’d missed this. Intimacy, trust, and experimentation. Being with Brian felt both safe and exhilarating.
The comfort of being with him spurred me to chase what I wanted without abandon. So I grasped his hair, pulling him closer, and rolled my hips.
“Yes,” he growled, sinking one finger inside me. “Ride my face.”
I had no choice but to comply. The combination of his hands and mouth was life-altering. Damn, he knew what he was doing. Over and over, he teased me, bringing me to the edge, then backing down again.
From the sounds he made, I swore he enjoyed it as much as I did, edging me closer and closer.
“You are a sadist,” I cried out, my voice echoing off the rafters.
As he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, my body felt like a bomb about to detonate.
“Delicious,” he growled. “If you want to come,” he said, lowering his face and ghosting his lips over my clit, “all you have to do is ask.”
“Please,” I squeaked. “Please, you are so fucking good at this.”
He smiled up at me from between my legs and dove back in, licking and sucking until I was hit by a massive wave of bliss.
I cried out, my legs shaking as he pinned me to the sleeping bag.
“Keep going,” he growled, not stopping the sensations that were making me scream.
“I-I can’t—”
He trailed one finger down my crease, gently teasing at my back door. “Yes, you can.” He insisted. He massaged the area while flicking my clit with his tongue.
Before I could argue, he pushed his finger inside me, filling me completely, and another orgasm washed over me, leaving me unable to speak.
I wasn’t in a barn on the family farm. I was floating through space, because pleasure like this did not exist on earth. I clenched around his fingers as wave after wave hit me.
“You are such a good girl,” he said, pressing a kiss to my stomach as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Brian,” I said softly. “I can barely speak.”
The grin that spread across his face was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.
“No need. On all fours, farm girl,” he commanded.
I happily obliged, scrambling onto my knees and throwing him a saucy look over my shoulder.
“My God,” he said, caressing my hips. “What did I do to deserve you?”
He stood and shucked his pants, then pulled a condom out of one pocket.
“Look at you,” I said. “Being the prepared one this time.”
His eyes glimmered in the low light. “I’m an optimist.”
He was sheathed and pushing inside me in the blink of an eye, his hands on my hips.
“That’s it.” He groaned. “Perfect. Relax, Jess. You’ve got this.”
I threw my head back, my nerve endings lighting up. He was both rough and gentle and hitting every single spot that drove me crazy. A cry escaped me, the aftershocks from the mega orgasm hitting. But damn if I wasn’t ready for more.
He ran his fingers gently down my spine while thrusting forcefully, making me feel safe and defiled all at once.
I didn’t normally enjoy this position, but the feel of him dominating me made me feel safe and cherished.
Like I was giving myself and my pleasure over to him, and he knew exactly how to take care of me.
Spreading me wider, he thrust deeper, making me cry out, causing my pussy to pulse around him. “You just got tighter,” he growled. “That’s it. Come again for me.” His fingers found my clit, and I almost blacked out, my arms shaking as he picked up the pace.
Just as I thought this man could not wring any more pleasure out of my forty-one-year-old body, I detonated, sheer bliss firing through every nerve ending as I moaned his name.
Cursing, he chased his own orgasm, following me quickly over the edge.
We lay on the sleeping bags, sweaty and spent, staring up at the moonlight sneaking through the roof trusses. “I fucking love Vermont,” he said, burying his face in my hair.
“I think farm life agrees with you,” I replied.
He kissed his way down my neck. “It could be that. Or I’m just in love with a hot farm girl.”