Page 25 of One Heated Summer

In the bedroom I placed Harlyn on her feet and slowly peeled each item of clothing from her. Working the ranch had caused her face and hands to turn a golden brown, in stark contrast to the creamy whiteness of the rest of her body.

Harlyn plucked open the buttons of my red plaid shirt and pushed it from my shoulders. Stepping back I removed my clothing piece by piece slow enough to make a stripper proud and Harlyn’s eyes smoldered with lust.

When she lowered her eyes to my dick and licked her lips, I almost came on the spot. Stepping forward, she took me in hand and I groaned. Harlyn was a picture of concentration as she fondled my length with one hand and my balls with the other. The head of my dick, already an angry shade of purple, dribbled precum.

Harlyn looked me in the eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in her own. She jerked her head to the side, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the challenge in her gaze. What game was she playing now?

“Bed,” I demanded.

Harlyn lay on the bed, her body a canvas of desire, her skin flushed with a delicate pink hue. I settled on my knees by her side. Her breath hitched as my fingers traced the curve of onehip, sending shivers down her body that caused a waterfall of goosebumps to appear.

My every touch was deliberate, a slow exploration of her body, as I worked to ignite a fire within her.

Heat radiated from me as I pressed against her and my lips found hers in a hungry, passionate kiss, a collision of mouths that spoke of our unspoken longing.

Harlyn moaned softly, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, trying to erase any distance between us. The kiss deepened, our tongues entwining in a dance that mirrored the rhythm of our hearts. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch with a reverence I hoped made her feel cherished. My touch was firm yet gentle, attempting to set her skin on fire with every stroke.

Breaking away from her lips, I trailed kisses down her neck, my stubble rasping against her soft skin in a way that made her gasp. The roughness of my jawline contrasted with the tenderness of my kisses against her silky softness.

Harlyn tilted her head back, exposing her neck further, a silent invitation for me to continue. I nipped at her collarbone, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver. My hands cupped her breasts, both thumbs circling her nipples with a precision that caused Harlyn to writhe. She arched into my touch, her breasts swelling beneath my palms, her nipples hardening into tight peaks.

“You’re so beautiful…so perfect,” I murmured against her skin, my voice a low rumble.

Harlyn’s breath quickened when I leaned forward and lowered my mouth to her breast. My tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing and tantalizing, before sucking it gently between my lips. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as I lavishedattention on her, my mouth moving with a rhythm that was both deliberate and urgent. I alternated between soft licks and firm nips, driving her wild with desire. One hand fondled her other breast, kneading and caressing, ensuring she felt every ounce of my devotion.

As I moved further down her body, my tongue traced a path down her stomach, both hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that had her pulse racing beneath my fingertips.

My fingers found her center, the touch both confident and tender. While my fingers slid in and out of her with a rhythm that was both steady and relentless, one thumb circled her clit and Harlyn’s hips bucked against my hand. Her breath came in short gasps as I built her pleasure with every stroke. I watched as her orgasm built like a tightening coil of tension deep within her.

“Jensen…” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

I looked up, seeing the hunger within her eyes, before replacing the fingers with my mouth. My tongue licked and sucked her clit, while the fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside her.

Harlyn’s body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her and her cries of ecstasy filled the room. She was lost in the sensation, her eyes clenched closed.

As her orgasm subsided, I slid back up her body, my lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. I positioned myself at her entrance, my eyes locking with hers, feeling raw with emotion. “I need you, Harlyn,” I growled, my voice thick with desire.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deep, our bodies joining in a primal, passionate dance. I entered her slowly, my eyes never leaving hers, as if seeking permission to claim her entirely. The sensation of filling her wasoverwhelming, a perfect fit that made her gasp. Our breaths mingled as I began to move, my thrusts steady and deliberate, our bodies slick with sweat.

Harlyn moaned as another orgasm built and moments later her body tensed as pleasure washed over her once more.

My thrusts became more urgent, my breath coming in short gasps as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies. Our movements were synchronized, a dance of flesh and desire that spoke of a deep connection. Harlyn dug her heels into my back, urging me deeper, her nails raking the skin.

It was too much. Tingling washed over my swollen balls, my dick pulsed, and I almost squeezed the life out of Harlyn as I blew apart.

Spent, I slipped my dick out of her, and rolled off to one side, taking Harlyn with me. I held her in my arms, pondering how fate had brought us together.

Chapter Twelve

Harlyn

As the aftermath of our passionate union settled, we lay quietly, our bodies still entwined, hearts beating in unison. The warmth of our shared intimacy enveloped us, creating a cocoon of serenity amidst the lingering haze of desire.

My fingers gently traced patterns on Jensen's chest, while his arms held me close, neither willing to break the precious silence that wrapped around us. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on our sated forms, and the room seemed to hum with the echoes of our connection.

In that quiet moment, words were unnecessary. Our bodies spoke a language of their own, a testament to the bondthat had been forged through shared passion and new love. We lay there, savoring the closeness, each breath a reminder of the journey we were embarking upon together.

As the night wore on, the heat of the day faded, but the warmth between us only grew stronger.

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