She righted her balance, but before she could turn around to face him, she felt his hands at the top of her panties.
“Ready for more?” His breath was hot on the back of her neck.
She stifled a gasp of anticipation. Her throat tightening with the need for more. All she could do was nod in agreement.
The panties slid down her legs and she stepped out of them. She rested her hands on the wooden fence post to stop herself from losing balance as her mind blurred from the passion burning through her.
His hands firm on her waist, tilted her forward. She could hear him fumbling with his jeans and wished he would hurry up. She wanted him inside of her, giving her the full pleasure her body craved.
The back of her skirt lifted, cotton material moved aside as he positioned his hard cock at the entrance of her pussy. It took the last of her resolve not to tilt her hips back to push him inside of her, and to take a moment to enjoy the pleasure of how her muscles clenched knowing what was about to happen.
He plunged himself into her. She moaned as her muscles parted to receive him, then contract over his cock. Her breath quickened as he pulled out sharply, paused, then returned inside of her, sending a thunderous wave of pleasure through her body. She held tighter on the post, keeping her position, so she could take the full enjoyment of him moving in and out of her. He kept a slow rhythm, while she surrendered easily to the movement. Gradually, he quickened the pace, and she felt the pleasure increasing between them, within her. Her muscles clenched excitedly around his cock as relentlessly plunged in and out of her.
Once more she tipped over into an orgasm, this time with the additional pleasure of him sharing the moment with her. She sighed as her intimate muscles began to settle, and her soul untwined with his back to her own body.
“Aren’t you glad I wore a skirt?”
He chuckled. “Things worked out better than I thought it would with you coming along.”
“Does that mean I can come with you more often.”
He nuzzled, groaning with a tone of mixed emotion. A pang of disappointment hit her gut. Was it expecting too much for him to change a little to accommodate her in his life?
“You know what, I think you can.”
She smiled. “See, I can teach an old dog new habits.”
“Come here you.” He spun her around to face him.
She laughed and squirmed out of his grasp.
“Hey.” His arms flayed out trying to grab her, but she kept just out of his reach as she moved toward the ute.
“Come on, don’t you have more work to do.” She giggled to herself seeing his jeans around his ankles, his cock exposed, and the expression of shock written all over his face.
He bent down, picked up her panties and held them up. “Don’t you need these?”
She turned and faced him. A wave of cheekiness took hold of her. She broadened her stance, lifted her skirt, waving it from side to side like a Can-Can dancer, before totally exposing herself to him.
“What do you think?” she called out to him.
“I say, no.” He laughed, pulled up his jeans, and slipped her panties into his pocket.
Zoe grinned watching him. This was why they were together, this banter, this sexual tension. She just hoped it was going to be enough of a foundation to start a family together.
Zoe had a sense of feeling free as she rested in the ute watching Max check the last water trough. A pleasant buzz vibrated through her body after their cheeky sexual encounter. There was something about having a quickie in nature she mused as he turned and strode back toward her.
“All fine.” He got back into the driver’s seat of the ute and started the engine. It roared to life.
“Wasted trip?” It had been nearly a twenty-minute drive to get to here from the last stop they’d made.
Max shook his head. “Can’t be too careful. The cattle drink a lot of water in a day, so I need to check regularly. Things go wrong out here, and it can mean the loss of lives.”
There was a serious shadow to his face. Zoe was starting to get his concern for her and the baby, yet, she wasn’t about to give up her independence. She wasn’t going to do anything that would be risky.
“You look after me well, Max.” She wasn’t sure where those words had came from. He did, in his own way, and in a way that sometimes had rubbed her the wrong way. But there was that definite connection between them. After all, as luck had it, or maybe it was Cupid’s influence or something, they had created a baby together, even if they hadn’t meant to.
He leaned over and kissed her. “I should do more. But I have plans, Zoe, and I hope you’ll not lose patience in the meantime.”
