As he carried her, Jenna clung to him, her mouth never leaving his, her tongue dueling with his.His shoulder muscles bunched beneath her fingers as he held her.
The hayloft air was thick with the scent of dried grass and old wood.Axel lowered her, and she reluctantly let go of him as he placed her onto the hay mattress and the sleeping bag.The bed was surprisingly comfortable and warm beneath her bare ass.
He left her sitting there and she sat cross-legged, her breathing coming fast and erratic as she quickly unbuttoned the shirt and slipped out of it.Then she watched him swiftly unzip his coveralls.She caught glimpses of his bare chest, then as he slid his arms out of the sleeves, tattoos showed up on his upper shoulder on one side.
Oh, that was new.And then more tattoos.
When he’d gone into prison, he’d had no tattoos.She didn’t have the time to study them, as he was now lowering the coveralls over his washboard stomach.
It appeared in prison he’d worked out.He looked stronger, harder, shaped by years she hadn’t lived beside him and the distance between who he’d been and who he was now made her chest tighten.
Muscles laced his abdomen and then as he pushed the material past his hips, his engorged cock sprung straight out.He was fully erect and his big balls were still intact.
Jenna felt flushed.She’d forgotten how big his cock could get and that he had quite the swollen scrotum on him.He’d give her many children with the sperm in those balls, she’d thought in the past.
But would they still be able to have many children?They were both older now.They should already have had all their kids.But now she was just starting.
She pushed those thoughts aside.This was not the time to dwell on it, especially since he was now joining her on the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and suddenly the air felt charged, thick with everything they’d lost and everything they were about to reclaim.
She moaned as he pushed her down and leaned over her.His hands cupped her breasts, and his calloused thumbs were brushing over her nipples.His mouth was trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, along her collarbone, and then to the swell of her breasts.
Jenna arched into his touch as he took one nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh before he sucked hard, drawing a broken cry from her.
“I missed you so much, Jenna,” he groaned against her breast.She could hear the heartbreak, the suffering he’d endured.
Feeling for him, she tangled her fingers in his short hair, holding him against her as he lavished attention to her other breast, his teeth grazing her hard nipple before soothing it with his tongue.
She blew out a tense breath as pleasure coiled low in her belly, the ache between her thighs growing.She could feel how wet she was, the moisture seeping out of her.
As he moved his mouth yet again to her other breast to suckle on her ultra-sensitive nipple, his hand slid down her body, his calloused fingers tracing the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip.She’d expected him to touch her between her thighs but no that didn’t happen.
Frustration gnawed as he teased her, his touch was silky as a feather as he skimmed over her inner thigh, her knee, the sensitive skin behind it.She whimpered as her body trembled with the effort of holding still so he could explore her.Every lingering touch felt like a question, every pause like a plea as if he were relearning her, piece by piece.
“Committing you to memory.I can’t believe we’re together,” he growled against her quivering nipple.
“You are killing me here, Axel,”she breathed.Her breath hitched.The intensity of being wanted, truly wanted, after so many years of feeling unseen, made her eyes sting.
Axel’s lips curved against her skin.
“Mission accomplished,” he muttered and then he moved his head to her right nipple, sucking it between his hot lips and laving his tongue against her sensitized bud.
His fingers finally brushed against her wet folds andJenna moaned as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit, then dipped into her pussy for moisture before coming out again to rub again.He caused just enough friction for her to lift her hips, wanting more.
“Axel, you really are killing me,” she hissed, desperation making her want him like right now.
“Shh.”
His mouth had left her nipple and melded over her lips, swallowing her protests as his fingers worked her ultra-sensitive clit.She was so wet down there she could hear the slurping sounds as he dipped in and out an agonizing inch to gather more cream.
Oh!She wanted him to go deeper.Much deeper!
“Man, you are just dripping,”Axel groaned, his voice rough with arousal as he whispered against her trembling mouth.
He slipped one thick finger deep inside of her, curling it just right against her vaginal muscles.Colorful sparkles clouded the edges of her vision and pleasure threatened to crash over her.
“I have missed the way your pretty little pussy clenches around my fingers,”he murmured and his hot mouth melted over hers again, throwing her into anI give a fuck about everything but thismode.
