As she calms, I withdraw my hand, the scent of her on my fingers overwhelming. My cock throbs in my pants, and I lick my fingertips, tasting the spiced salt of Eliza’s arousal.
“That was…” She blinks at me, dazed and satisfied.
“Okay?”
“Beyond amazing.” She grins, then her expression turns predatory. “My turn.”
“Eliza, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” She pushes me onto the rustling nest of hay, straddling my hips with a confidence that makes my cock twitch. “I want to touch you.” The taste of her lingers on my tongue, and I’m half-drunk with lust. I’m not about to deny her anything.
When she reaches for the waistband of my pants, I lift my hips to help her. The flannel slides down easily, taking my boxers with it, and suddenly I’m exposed to the gusty barn air and Eliza’s appreciative gaze.
“Well, hello there,” she says with a smirk that nearly undoes me.
“Eliza…” I have serious concerns that my erection will fade in the drafty breeze, but there she is above me. There’s the scent of her everywhere. Lusty and thick and… oh, she’s smiling at my dick.
“Shh.” She wraps her hand around my length, testing the weight and feel of me. “Let me take care of you.”
Her grip is dry at first, but so warm and firm. A groan escapes my lips, and my hips jut involuntarily even as she frowns. “Hmm,” she says, releasing me. My dick falls against my stomach with a thwap, and I open my eyes to see her opening a small jar.
“Udder balm?” I squint, certain I’m hallucinating.
She scoops out a dab and rubs her palms together, making a facial expression that’s pure filth. “It’s basically expensive hand lotion.” She warms her hands together, still sitting astride my hips with her tits out, toned stomach flexing with her movements. “Trust me.”
When she wraps her newly slick hand around me, all coherent thought abandons my brain. The ointment provides perfect glide, and Eliza’s touch is confident and sure as she finds a rhythm that has me gripping the hay beneath us.
“You like this?” she asks, watching my face.
“God, yes. Fuck, nothing has ever been this hot. Ever. Fuck, Eliza.”
She adjusts her grip, thumb swiping over the head of my cock in a way that makes my hips buck. “What about this?”
“Eliza, if you keep doing that, I’m going to…”
“Good.” She leans down to kiss me while maintaining that perfect rhythm. “I want to watch you come.”
The combination of her hand on my shaft and her mouth on mine is more than I can handle. When the orgasm hits, it’s with an intensity that leaves me gasping her name and clutching at her shoulders.
She works me through it until I’m boneless and spent, then reaches for a rag to wipe her hands.
“Good?” she asks, settling beside me on the blanket. The air smells like sex and barn and a little like soup. It’s absolutely intoxicating.
“Ungh, beyond amazing.” I echo her words and pull her close, marveling at how perfectly she fits against my side. “You’re incredible.”
“We’re incredible,” she corrects, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
Outside, the storm continues to rage, but here in the barn with Eliza in my arms and snoring animals nearby, everything feels exactly as it should be.
“So,” Eliza says, tracing patterns on my chest. “What happens now?”
“We go to the house, and I hold you on that uncomfortable couch until we fall asleep.”
She giggles. “We can try my bed, I think.” She pauses. “And tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, we see if the roads are clear enough for me to take you shopping for a dress for the Yule Gala.”
She lifts her head to look at me. “You still want me to go with you?”
