“Keeping an eye on them for me?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her narrow waist and pulling her to him. He could feel her easing into his embrace as if their souls were melding with each other.
“Well, I don’t really know what to keep an eye on.”
“You’d surprise yourself. Sometimes you just know when something is wrong.” He nuzzled into her neck. She smelled divine—a mix of floral perfume with her pheromones. Desire flooded his body.
She looked up at him. A serious expression took hold over her face, cute lines formed on her forehead and in the corners of her eyes. He didn’t let her talk. Instead, he planted his lips on hers. Her salty flavor exploded in his mouth, and he gently danced his tongue over hers, savoring. It had been too long. He moved his hands over her backside, grabbing them and squeezing playfully, enjoying hearing her gasp from his touch.
She gently pulled away from the kiss, nestling her back into his chest and resting her head so that he could nuzzle the side of her neck.
It might have been a while since they had their sexy fun time, but the way he felt with Raven in his arms, was natural. She wrapped her arms over his.
“Why aren’t you out on the tractor?” she asked. She leaned into his body, and he easily took her weight.
“Harvester, you mean?”
“Same thing.”
He chuckled. “Not even close.”
Ben held her to him tighter, enjoying feeling all of her body against his, pushing his hardness into her, moving his hips in a subtle grinding fashion. She sighed with pleasure, and he felt her body relax further. Pleasure shot through his body, and he fought the temptation to rush things.
He moved his hands over her belly, then down the front of her hips, and over the top of her thighs. Fuck, she felt good to touch like this. He wanted more, to feel all of her. He pressed his hands firmly into her body, moving them back up over her curves. Her body arched into him. His hands cupped around her breasts, and he massaged his fingers into her soft flesh, feeling her nipples harden through the material.
Forcing himself to take his time, he released his grip on her breasts, slipping his hands once more down her body. His fingers found the top of the waistband of her pants, and he pushed under the material. Her hips moved forward as if guiding him where to go. He knew exactly where to touch her. He brushed a hand over the lacy material of her panties in a teasing motion. She reached up, wrapping her hands behind his head. He kissed the side of her neck, running his tongue along her salty skin to the base of her collarbone.
His fingers found the top of her panties, dove under the material, and moved through her pubes to her slit. She moaned as he moved his hand further between her legs, enjoying the slipperiness of her juices that had pooled quickly. He rested one hand low on her abdomen as the other worked between her intimate folds. Her hips rocked to increase the pressure of his touch, and the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips encouraged him to keep drawing the pleasure from her body.
He moved his thumb to the top of her slit, finding the nub of nerves to massage, and systematically increased the pressure, taking her to a peak. Her orgasm blossomed, bursting through her body in a sweet series of convulsions in time with her gasps.
“Felt good, hey,” he whispered into her ear. She sighed with pleasure, eyes closed, her facial expression clear she’d enjoyed every second.
Slowly, he removed his hand. She sighed with a hint of disappointment.
“It’s not over yet.”
Fuck, he wanted to be inside of her.
He spun her around to face him. She looked up at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes. It only made him want her more.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Who?” He raised his eyebrow. They were far enough away from the house that they wouldn’t be seen. The alpacas didn’t care about them. All that mattered was them, and he planned to take full advantage of this time together.
“True.” Her face relaxed, desire filled her eyes, and a fire of passion blazed there begging him to put it out.
He groaned with delight as he pushed his hands under her top, edging it up over her breasts. She helped to remove it, and he dropped it to the ground, returning his hands to her body. Her skin felt as if it were on fire. He moved his hands to the back of her bra, unclipping the hook, and he pulled it away, eager to see more of her.
She looked delightful and ready for him—nipples hard, breasts full and needy. She grinned cheekily at him, lifted one of her legs over his hips, pushing into him. He could feel his cock hardening and pulsing with the need to release.
Just a little longer, he told himself.
He placed his hands on her ribs. His thumbs reached up to feel the base of her breasts, the heaviness as they hung free. He cupped one hand on a breast, playing her nipple between this thumb and finger, rolling with enough pressure to add a painful pleasure ripping through her body. He felt her convulse from the bolt of desire. His mouth clasped on her other breast, sucking with intent, her noises loud and satisfying to hear as she gave over to his touch and the pleasure between them.
He felt her hands move between them, tugging at the zipper on his jeans, pushing the denim material out of the way. He moaned as her hand wrapped around his cock and moved slowly back and forth, pumping the pleasure to the surface of his body.
He couldn’t wait anymore.
With a swift movement, he pushed down her pants and panties, and she wriggled her legs out. Then he lifted her, and her legs wrapped easily around his waist. His cock poised at her entrance, her juices thick and hot. Then he plunged upward, her muscles parting to let him in, then convulsing back over his cock. He moaned as he managed to keep control from releasing just yet. He held her around the hips and positioned himself. An expression of pleasure on her face caused a flood of heat and lust through his body. She wrapped her hands around his neck, holding on tight and kissed him passionately.
