“Christ, you're hard,” she says.
I’mtempted to bend her over this hay bale and bury myself inside her.ButIwant to watch her come,Idesperately need to see her face as she lets go, see the realPolly, the one without a mission and a cause to defend.
AsIstroke deeper into her smooth wetness, she parts her legs.It’san invitationIwill not refuse.Icircle her soaking entrance and slide my other hand inside the top of her dress.Herback arches in response, thrusting her breast further into one hand and her center down onto my other.
Islide in two fingers and could come right here and right now from the sensation of her warm, slick channel.
Shegasps and drops the side of her face against my chest.
“Youfeel delicious,”Itell the top of her head.
Sheslides one hand between us and palms my desperate cock through my jeans. “Sodo you,” she pants. “Ican’t bear it.”
“Howabout this?”
Istroke her clit with my thumb as my fingers rock in and out.Andfinally, my other fingers find her rock-hard nipple.Mymouth aches to suck on it, but she’s clearly enjoying this too much for me to turn her around any time soon.
Ilick my way up and down the side of her neck asIflick her clit and her nipple and hump her ass with my straining dick as she rocks harder and harder against me until finally that’s it.Herbody pulses around my fingers.
Ipull back to see her face as she comes undone, gasping and rocking against me, her eyes tight shut, lost in pleasure, giving herself entirely to the moment, entirely to me.
Shecomes to rest, head dropped forward.
“Oh, my goodGod,” she breathes as if it’s all one word.
Islide my hands out of her underwear and bra, circle my arms around her, and pull her tight against me. “Youhave no idea how good it is to press my body against you.”
Sheturns around and wraps her arms around my neck.Finally,Iget to taste her sweet lips again.
Asmy desperate tongue finds hers, she slides her hands down to my belt.
“Yourturn,” she whispers into my mouth.
Thethought of her fingers on me is almost too much to bear.Butas she slips her hand inside my jeans, something catches my attention.
“What’sthat sound?”Iraise my head to look over her shoulder.
Shepauses for a second to take it in. “Thehumming, you mean?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“It’sthem.”Shejerks her head back toward the llamas as her fingers creep tantalizingly close to my aching, desperate dick.
Butthat noise is…distracting.Igrab hold of her wrist to stop her. “Seriously?Thellamas are humming?”
Shelooks up at me, her pupils dilated, her lips full and flushed. “Yeah, llamas hum,” she says, likehow the hell doesn’t everyone know that?“Whenthey’re stressed.”
Well, isn’t that interesting.Andoff-putting.
Asdesperate asIam to bury myself inside this amazing woman’s body, or mouth, or hand,Isure as hell can’t do it in front of a bunch of llamas doing an impression of a high school a capella group.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”Istep back, reclaim my belt, and do it back up.
“Hummingllamas don’t do it for you?”
Oh, myGod.Thatsmile, that flirtation, that absolutely everything that isn’t right for me.
Isteal one more deep kiss from those sweet, plump lips.
