Page 124 of Ten Hammers

His grip on my waist tightens ever so slightly as our lips meet. A surge of electricity courses through every fiber of my being. The taste of his kiss is both familiar and new, and it is a heady blend. I’m thrilled to be kissing Max guilt-free. I have missed his passionate kisses just as much as his secret looks. And now we have no secrets in our relationship, no hiding our feelings from the others. He’s mine and I’m his, and that gives our kiss an entirely new dimension.

Breaking the kiss much too soon, he looks into my eyes, again, and this time his expression is a mix of desire and curiosity. “But I still don’t get why here, Win. You really want to make love in the field you inherited from your bitch of a grandma, in the deadass middle of nowhere, on the mattress in the back of my truck?”

I smile, tracing his jawline with my fingertips. “This field is like Gram’s house, I think - a part of my past that I didn’t want to ever face again. But that’s not Gram’s house anymore - it’s a place with a very bright future.”

“Right,” he agrees slowly.

“Tonight, just by coming here together, we have already begun to change this field’s history. And,” I add with a wink, “I think it has a very promising future.”

He growls softly. “Can’t argue with that. Let’s make history, baby.”

He tilts his hips into mine, pulling me tightly against him.

“I can’t think of any better man for the job,” I murmur. Then I kiss him basically everywhere that his skin is exposed. He’s more gorgeous than ever when bathed in the moonlight.

Max drops the tailgate of his truck and lifts me up to sit at the edge. He parts my thighs and slides his body between them. He pulls me closer, and I respond eagerly, pushing my hips into him, slanting my lips against his. The world fades away until all that exists in my entire universe is Max, Max, Max. The delicious hard lines of him are such a contrast to his soft touch, and I’m intoxicated by him. Intoxicated by the sensation of his lips against mine. The taste of his mouth against mine. The feel of his body growing harder as he nestles into my thighs.

“Too many clothes,” I complain against his lips, tugging at his shirt.

He nibbles my pouting bottom lip, and then says, “How about we get naked now?”

After he hops into the truck bed and we end up tangled on the mattress for another lip-locked minute, he begins to kiss every exposed inch of my skin. But before he can remove any of my clothes, I whisper, “My turn.”

Stripping each other down in turns, item by item, starting with our shirts we kiss and kiss, worshiping each other, until every piece of clothing has disappeared. His shirt, then mine; his jeans, then my bra; his boxers, my pants, his socks. I tickle his feet, forgoing a toes-kiss and working my way up to his lips for a kiss.

Then his hands are at my panties, and his eyes shine in the moonlight, brighter than stars, as he pulls them down.

“Look at you, sweet girl. Fuck, how I’ve missed you,” he says with a groan as he buries his kiss – a very tongue-heavy kiss – in my pussy. He switches to his finger, and makes out with my clit for a good long time. I start to coil up with an orgasm, but I manage to keep it at bay.

And then, he kisses his way back up my body, covering me with his skin, which is burning hot in the cool of the night.

“You feel feverish,” I say, touching his forehead, actually a little bit concerned.

He takes my hand and kisses each of my fingers, even though he definitely has kissed them already. “Of course I do–I have been burning for you for-freaking-ever, Win. Now I get you?” he shakes his head in disbelief.

Then his hands cup my face, and he gazes so deeply into my eyes as he slides inside me, as if he’s savoring every moment, too important to rush. It takes a good while, because his cock is so freaking long, and when his hips are finally flushed with mine, he feels so incredible my body has the urge to fuck hard and fuck fast.

I try, but with his hips pressing me into the mattress, I’m mostly just squirming, which makes my clit sing, as I slide against him.

Hold out, Winnie, don’t let go yet, I think.

“What? No way, Winnie. If you feel the wave, ride it.” He rolls his hips, giving me long, luxuriously slow strokes that leave me panting with need.

“I don’t want this to end.”

“It won’t. Because I’m keeping my explosion at bay. I plan on making love to you until the sun starts to rise. Or the cows come home. That’s fitting for this field.”

I laugh and as I do, my clit rubs against him quicker, and there’s no way I can hold myself back anymore. I kiss him hard and he slams into me even harder until I burst, clenching around him as I cry out his name. It’s a good thing we are in the deadass middle of nowhere, because I’ve never been louder.

He slows again, moaning as he rocks his hips. I’m sensitive, quivering with aftershocks. He pulls out and we switch spots, him on his back so that I can taste myself on his harder-than-ever cock.

I roll my tongue over him, around him, sucking him deeply, and keeping him going as I give myself time to recuperate.

And when my body is a bit less sensitive, I rise up on my knees, and lock my eyes with his wildly-glazed ones as I sink down on him again.

“Fuuuck, you’re so much tighter this way, it feels like you’re still sucking on my dick.” He laughs and bucks his hips up so that I rise up from the bed, as he fills me completely.

I’m so much more sensitive now, and feeling extra full. But when he reaches out and touches between my legs, and the slam of his hips comes faster and harder, I feel the coil building up inside me, and in a rush that takes me by surprise, I come all over his cock again.

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