Chapter 4 #2
“I’m not stopping,” I say huskily, watching as he pistons in and out of my grip, his big cock glistening stickily with the honey.
Then I lean in and take him into my mouth, sucking on the crown and licking the seed sliding from his slit.
I suck in a breath and take him to the back of my throat.
My reward is his choked shout of my name and the way his hands come down to cup my skull.
For a few precious seconds, he’s not aware of his own strength, and it’s indescribably hot. I swallow around him and bob up and down on his cock, letting his hands and choked whines tell me what he likes.
The explosion of taste on my tongue is a mix of honey sweetness and salty precome, and it’s delicious.
My own cock hangs hard between my legs, my balls throbbing with the need to come, but I carry on sucking, using my hands to cup his balls or to reach up and tweak his nipples.
I’m aware that we’re making a mess, but that’s what’s so fucking good about it.
Well, that, and it’s Zeke who’s fucking my face so hard my lips are sore, and I’ll be talking hoarsely for a few days.
I suck harder. His cock has grown in my mouth, and I know he’s about to come. Then I blink as he pulls out and abruptly bends over the table, squeezing his dick hard and panting loudly.
“Are you okay, Zeke?”
His expression is wild, his eyes hot and restless. “Can I fuck you?”
I smile. “Love, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Get up.” His hands are strong and sure as he pulls me to my feet. Then I gasp as he lifts me and sets me on the old wooden table, making me lie back and shoving my legs apart. His gaze is avid as he scans my body. In this position, I’m showing everything, and I spread my legs wider.
“I want you inside me,” I say.
He nods and then hesitates. “I don’t have anything.”
It takes me a second to realise, and then I nod at my rucksack that’s still sitting on the chair from last night. “Inner pocket. Everything you need is there.”
I watch as he strides over to the bag. His back view is just as impressive as his front. Broad shoulders, a muscled back leading down to full buttocks and long hairy legs.
He grabs what he needs and strides back to me.
“Want me to do it?” I say, gesturing at the lube, but he shakes his head.
“I want to.”
“Okay.” I spread my legs further, watching as he pours lube into his hand and warms it between his fingers.
Then I groan, my eyes sliding shut as he touches his fingers to my opening.
He traces the puckered entrance with his fingers, gently playing around the wrinkled skin and stroking over my hole.
Then he slowly pushes one finger in, stopping when I breathe in sharply, before continuing when I give the nod.
His other hand is busy moving down my body, scraping his nail over my nipple, and skimming his fingers over my ribs as if counting them.
When I force my eyes open, he’s watching me with a hot, restless gleam in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
I shout out as he inserts another finger.
“Fuck, Zeke,” I whine, arching as his fingers stretch me, tugging at the skin and making it deliciously sore.
“Fuck,” I say again, thrusting helplessly.
Quick as a flash, his other hand finds my cock.
I shuttle in and out of his grip as he adds a third finger.
I follow his avid gaze downward. I look wanton, stuffed full of his fingers and writhing with my legs open. “I’m ready,” I say. “Hurry up. I need you badly.”
He makes quick work of the condom before stepping close and nudging between my thighs. “Are you sure?” he whispers.
I wind my arms around his neck, tugging him down for a kiss. “So sure,” I say against his mouth. “Fuck me, Zeke.”
He closes his eyes and pushes in, and the glide is slow and perfect, like a hand pushing into a glove. When he bottoms out, we clutch each other tightly, my hands in his hair and his clutching my arse.
“I can’t believe I’m inside you,” he groans, and I clutch him impossibly closer with my legs, arching onto his cock. “I can’t go slow.”
“I don’t want you to.” I give a choked whine as he shoves in again and nails my prostate. “Fuck,” I scream. “That’s it.”
The next few minutes are fast and furious. He pounds into me, and I thrust against him, rubbing my cock against the damp grooves of his abs. The scent of sex and sugar is strong in the air, and I lower my hands to take handfuls of his meaty arse and hold on with sticky fingers.
His cock is striking my prostate almost continuously, and sweat pours down my face, stinging my eyes. He’s no better, his own eyes squeezed shut, constant moans and grunts falling from his mouth.
“Oh god, I can’t stop. I’m going to come,” he gasps, and his body tightens as he shoves deeply, bottoming out before stopping and giving a long groan.
I feel warmth as he fills the condom and then he shoves his hand between us, taking my cock in his grip.
Pushing into it, I grind down on his cock, screaming as I unload jet after jet of spunk over his chest and abs.
Then he collapses into me, and I clutch him close.
The table is hard and uncomfortable now, but I wouldn’t move if the king walked into the room.
The kitchen is quiet again, and the birdsong outside the windows mingles with our slowing breaths.
His head is on my chest, and I brush my fingers through his hair. Finally, he gazes up at me.
If I were a painter, I’d capture him just like this, because he’s perfect. His face is full of a sexy satisfaction and pure sweetness as he watches me, his eyes affectionate and full of admiration. And there’s something else. Something that makes my heart beat faster.
He kisses me, his lips soft and swollen, and then pulls back, still watching me. “Was that okay?”
“Well,” I say faintly. “If that’s the way you conduct your adult honey experience, you can definitely sign me up for the next one.”
I wake slowly. A breeze is making the wooden blinds bang against the window and bringing the scent of the wisteria growing up the side of the farmhouse.
Zeke is a warm presence behind me, his soft breaths tickling my neck.
His arm is slung over me, and as I move, I inhale the scent of sex on the sheets.
Heat stirs in me. For someone who hadn’t slept with a man in a bed, he’d been a quick learner.
After the honey tasting at the table, we’d showered off the stickiness and fallen into his big oak bed, only to wake at midnight and go at it as if the world was going to end.
I’d lain on my back as he pounded into me, and I’d revelled in seeing my quiet bloke so lost in passion.
I press a finger to my lips. They’re swollen from his kisses, and I know if I move, my arse will ache.
My mouth stretches into a satisfied smile.
It’s only the need for the loo that makes me finally stir.
I manage to crawl out from under his arm without waking him.
I pull the sheet back over him and stare down like a total creeper.
He’s long and tanned, lying against the soft white cotton sheets, his hair a mess on the pillow, and his expression peaceful.
I tiptoe out of the bedroom. As a farmer, he won’t get many lie-ins, and I don’t want to spoil this one for him.
I also need to think, and I’ve always done that best outside.
I grab my jeans from the floor and slide into them before visiting the bathroom and then heading downstairs.
The house is full of dappled sunlight, and I pad through it to the kitchen.
I consider making a coffee, but his machine looks complicated, so I settle for making a quick cup of lemon and ginger tea, the label bearing the name of the farm.
Then, I open the back door and step outside.
The sun is warm this morning, and I stand on the lawn feeling the dew dampen my toes.
The wind plays through the willow trees, making their leaves whisper, and the air is full of the sound of birdsong.
A movement catches my eye, and I smile as I see a hedgehog making its ponderous way across the lawn.
I wonder if it’s a relative of my mansion hedgehog, and something about that continuity warms me inside.
I hear the sound of a car on the gravel at the front, and a few minutes later, a child shouts, “Georgie?”
“I’m out here,” I call and smile as Jamie comes through the side gate and bounds over.
He’s in a pair of shorts with another tractor T-shirt and has accessorised somewhat randomly with a pair of bright red wellies.
He’s clutching a handful of wildflowers, and as he skids to a stop in front of me, he hands them over.
“For me?”
He nods, and Sophie chuckles as she comes up behind him. “He picked them and insisted on bringing them over.”
“That’s very kind of you. Thank you, Jamie.”
He gives me a gap-toothed smile and then spots Bodge, who’s wandered carelessly into view. Jamie gives a yell of delight, and Bodge hesitates before booking it over the lawn and into the house, followed closely by the toddler.
“It’s like the Grand National,” I remark, and Sophie laughs.
She looks around. “Where’s Zeke? He’s normally up and about and done fifty jobs by now.”
To my shock, I feel myself blush. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager. “Oh, erm, he’s still in bed. I think,” I add hurriedly.
Her eyes twinkle. “You think, or you know?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Well, I’m pretty certain.”
She laughs and then sobers. “I’m so pleased.”
I stare at her. “You are?”
“Yes, I—”
We’re interrupted when a deep voice says from behind us, “So, when I said do not disturb us, you thought that meant anyone but you?”
I turn and can’t help my smile when I see Zeke with Jamie on his shoulders. He’s dressed in old jeans and a white T-shirt, and he seems to glow in the morning sunlight. He’s also staring at me as if he wants to eat me up.