Pushing back, I worshipped his body in the same way he did mine—sucking, biting, and licking his nipples while fondling his dick with one hand. He thrust into my palm, mumbling incoherent words.
It was clear that Jensen was taken aback by my assertiveness, it was somewhat out of character, but the fire in his eyes let me know he was enjoying the attention.
With each touch and kiss, I showed him a side of myself he had never seen before and when I wrapped my mouth around his dick, swallowing him deep, he clutched at my hair, being careful not to ram into my throat.
I was confident I had Jensen completely under my spell. He was surrendering to my every desire.
The sweetness of precum passed my tongue and slid down my throat and I released Jensen’s dick.
“Nooo,” Jensen moaned in protest.
I lifted one leg over his hip and lowered myself onto his dick. Jensen placed his hands at my waist, his callouses sending shivers up and down my spine. I rose up before slamming down, taking him deep. Within moments, Jensen and I developed a rhythm and I felt an orgasm building as he found the spot inside that had me flying.
Jensen’s fingers dug into my skin, I didn’t care if he left bruises. I was lost to the passion.
“I’m close Jensen,” I moaned.
Our movements became erratic as we both raced to completion. I threw my head back and groaned as I came apart.
Jensen rolled me over, positioning himself on top, and slammed into me until he squeezed me tight and I felt the warmth of his release.
We relaxed into each other’s arms, kissing, holding each other tight, and I drifted into a satisfied sleep.
I woke when Jensen stirred. The sky outside was black, and starlight filtered into the room—I’d forgotten to draw the curtains. I watched as Jensen quietly dressed, his movements gentle yet purposeful. He caught my gaze and offered a soft smile.
"I'm going to feed the calf, it’s been a couple of hours since I gave her a bottle at my place." he whispered, brushing a kiss against my forehead.
I nodded, feeling a wave of affection before climbing from the bed to join him.
After we dressed, Jensen took my hand and we crossed to the barn. When I flipped on the light, the calf stood and began bleating.
“I’ll heat the milk,” I offered before grabbing two of the bottles and warming them in the large microwave alongside the fridge.
The sound of the side door opening had my focus turning in that direction in time to see Elijah step inside.
“What are you doing here, Elijah?” I questioned.
“Saw the light and came to make sure all was okay. What’s going on?”
I tilted my head to where Jensen was stroking the calf who’d quieted with the attention. “Came out to feed the calf.”
Elijah’s eyebrows pinched together as he made his way to Jensen who stood.
“Elijah,” Jensen greeted.
“What’s this all about?” my foreman asked, tilting his head toward the small beast who had begun bleating again.
“Found her trapped in a crack on my spread, thought Harlyn might like her.”
I stepped over one of the hay bales and rubbed the teat of a bottle on the calf’s mouth. She immediately latched onto the rubber and began suckling like she’d never eaten before. I scratched her head as she gulped down the milk.
“I was going to speak with you in the morning, see if you have a mama that might foster her?” Jensen informed. “I’d prefer to get her on a teat if possible.”
“3872 had a calf eight months ago and we were about to start weaning him. The mama has fostered for us before and she has more than enough milk to keep feeding.” Elijah paused for amoment, seeming to be thinking. “I recommend keeping mama and baby here for a few days so we can make sure the baby is doing okay. I can get the men to put up a temporary pen so they don’t wander.”
“You can’t keep the mother restricted in such a small space,” I argued.
“No…once the calf is fed we’ll let mama out into the pasture behind the barn. It will be easy to wrangle her back in for feeds and we’ll leave her indoors overnight. The larger calf can go in the weaning yard in the morning.”