I shake my head. Nothing’s going to be easy with Rafael—not now, not ever. But I secretly enjoy the thrill of the challenge. Slowly, I drop my hands, peeling off my pants, stepping out of them to stand before him in nothing more than a pair of sheer black panties.
His nostrils flare, eyes zeroing in on my center. I cross my legs, suddenly self-conscious. Rafael's gaze jerks to mine, hisarms uncrossing as he begins to prowl toward me. “What if I told you I like the hair?”
“Wh-what?” I stutter, blinking at him as he gets closer.
“I like your hair.” He twirls a curl around his finger, raising it to his nose. He drops his hand, skimming his finger down the front of my chest, stopping only once he’s reached my mound. He taps lightly. “I like your hair here too. It traps your scent, your taste—it’s authentically you, and I never want you to be anything but yourself again.”
My eyes flutter shut at his words. It’s too much, too good, and I don’t know what to feel. I grapple for the hem of his shirt instead, frantic to feel his skin burn against my own. He doesn’t fight me, pulling off his shirt, followed quickly by his pants.
Only when the hard silk of his cock presses hotly into my hand do I open my eyes to look at him again. His eyes flash above me, as desperate as I feel.
“How?”
“Lay back on the hay.”
It’s my turn to smirk, and I do it while slowly tugging on his shaft. “A roll in the hay? Isn’t that a little too country for us? We could go in the bunk room?”
“Baby, I plan to fuck you like an animal. Being on the ground, in the hay, is exactly where we deserve to be.”
Every thought except having him do exactly that flee my mind. I step backward, pulling his head down as I move until I feel the prickly hay meet the back of my legs. It itches, scraping against my skin—a little pain mixed with my pleasure, and my high begins to grow.
Rafael’s hands seek across my skin, rubbing small circles on my back as his mouth and tongue move against mine, dropping lower until each hand has a fist full of my ass. He groans as he palms each cheek, massaging the flesh roughly. His mouth lowers to my neck once more, then to my breast, pulling a tautnipple between his teeth. He rolls the bar, and I cry out, arching into him. He licks and kisses the flesh before moving to the other nipple, only to repeat the torture.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, burning everywhere he’s touching me, and everywhere he’s not.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, kissing his swollen lips. His cock is hard and throbbing in my palm, already slick with precum. He begins to thrust into my grip, panting with each rock of his hips, and I know he’s as lost to the sensations as I am. “Please, Rafael.”
It’s this that makes him pause, his eyes glassy. “You said my name again.”
“I’ll scream it if you’ll just fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he growls, his mouth searing to mine for a quick, punishing kiss. When he pulls away, he turns me in his hands, and I drop my hold on his cock. “Put your hands on the hay bales.”
I do as he demands, putting my hands above my head, wrapping my fingers around the twine holding the bales together. He presses a tender kiss to my shoulder as he sweeps my hair to the opposite side. It’s so at odds with the hard edge in his voice, I shiver.
“Don’t let go.” He lines his cock up with my entrance, and I feel the tip of him nudge against my soaking center. I whimper, desperate and out of my fucking mind.
I’d do anything to be with him in this moment.
I shimmy my hips, pushing back against him in hopes of getting him in farther. Sensing how close I am to the edge, he doesn’t wait before he begins to push inside me. It’s slow at first, small thrusts in and out, and I feel my body stretching to accommodate his size.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He presses another kiss to my spine, and goosebumps erupt down my back. I nod but drop my head between my shoulders, unable to form words.
His hand moves between my thighs, pressing rough, hot fingers over my clit with purposeful pressure, and I instantly scream at the contact. I rear my head back, finding his shoulder as I press against him.
His cock sinks farther inside me, filling me completely as his hips meet my ass. Rafael’s fingers pinch my clit until my legs begin to tremble, all while rolling his hips. My fingers ache from their grip on the twine, but I don’t dare let go. I’m too fucking close.
“Rafael.” It’s a plea, and I don’t have to say anything more for him to know what I need. He kicks my legs wider apart. His hand on my clit flattens until he’s rubbing large, delicious circles over me, and my release shimmers within reach.
His thrusting becomes frenzied, his balls slapping against my ass in rapid succession as he races to the finish line.
Rafael’s cock thickens inside me, and I see fucking stars. “Come for me, Valentina.” His voice isn’t demanding, it’s pleading. He’s desperate, and I no longer want to deny him.
“Come with me, Rafael.”
His hips move even faster, his hand dropping from my clit to grip my thigh, pounding into me with such intensity, I feel the hay above me begin to shake. I don’t care, though.
This hay stack,this entire fucking barn, could come crashing down around us, and I wouldn’t want him to stop.
