Page 88 of The Stars in the Sky
"And then?"
"Fuck you 'til you scream," he answered, huskily, in my ear, as he tied the bandanna around my eyes, and my legs almost buckled.
I nodded, unable to process, unable to do anything else. I managed out a whisper, "What's in the bag?"
"Lube and a remote control vibrator from Rite Aid. And extra batteries."
"They sell vibrators?"
"You'd be amazed what you can get at a drug store these days."
Standing in the tack room, in my bra and panties, on a summer day, with no one around, felt incredibly naughty, mostly because it was a public place where any of the wranglers could walk in. But with the door locked, we should be fine. I hoped. It still felt like it heightened the anticipation, like we could get caught.
My pulse started to race and my breathing got shallow.
I didn't know where he was at first, he didn’t make a sound. I suppose he just stood there, gazing at me, and the thought made my nipples pucker. I fidgeted and let out a breath.
Then I felt him behind me, and his hand pushed aside my hair and I felt his lips on the back of my neck, a wet kiss. His hands traveled down my arms lightly, making me have goosebumps.
"Can smell you," he said. "It's fantastic. How long have you been wet?"
"All day," I admitted.
"Wanted to be balls deep inside you for two weeks now and fighting off being hard for an hour. So fucking turned on." Without any trouble, he unhooked my bra and released my heavy breasts, pulling the straps down one arm, and then the other. Then I could feel his rugged hands on my side, tracing my tattoo, going down, down, down, lower, and hooking into the sides of my panties and taking them off as I shifted to help him. So now I was naked and blindfolded in a barn, with Will shirtless, wearing a cowboy hat.
The goosebumps increased.
"Spread your legs," he said and I felt him behind me, the presence of his body brushing against mine. With one hand, he started kneading my breast, teasing the nipple, caressing it, as he stood behind me and started sucking on my neck—deep, warm kisses. Then his other hand snaked around my other side and made its way down the middle of my torso, until he reached my pussy, kissing my neck the whole time, his bicep muscles holding me still.
"Goddamn," he said against the skin right below my ear, "you are so wet." And he started rolling a finger around my clit, against it, teasing it, reaching around and working on the other breast as he attended to the sensitive skin on my neck with his lush mouth, pressing his erection into my back. I kept wriggling and collapsing into him, my pussy starting to spasm, it felt so good all over. Each kiss from him was a sensuous attack, an assault on my senses, and I couldn't stay still to take it. I had to move. But it felt so exquisite to be touched by him after we’d been hands off for two weeks, and I let out an involuntary moan.
"Wanna try something," he whispered, and came around my front. Since I lost his lips on my neck and his fingers on my clit, I whimpered. But then he stepped forward and crashed his lips into mine, one hand on my ass, one hand pulling me to him. Both of my hands shot up into his thick hair, knocking his hat off of him. I let one hand stay there, at the nape of his neck, holding him to me; the other went down his broad back to his ass, and lingered there and I pressed him into me, feeling his hard ass, pressing his cock into my stomach.
Then he broke apart from my lips, nibbled his way down my jaw and neck and bit me very gently where my neck met my shoulder.
Oh!
He made his way with his mouth down the middle of my torso, stopping to lick and suck on each nipple in turn, making them hard, leaving them wet and glistening. Then he kept going down my middle, inserting his tongue in my belly button. His tongue kept going, down, down, and he pushed my legs farther apart, using his fingers to spread my pussy, tonguing me as far as he could go.
But then I lost his tongue, and he walked around behind me. "Bend over, darlin'" and then he licked my pussy starting from where he had stopped on the other side, continuing between my ass, all the way up my spine to my neck.
Holy shit.
"Needed a taste of you all over. You opposed to getting tied up?"
I shook my head.
"I'll guide you. C'mere." And he picked me up behind my knees and my shoulders, and laid me gently down on the squashy fur blanket on the hay. "Hands together, baby," he said, and I put my wrists together in front of my belly. He took them, gently, and wrapped something around it, by the smell it must have been leather.
"What is that?"
"Reins."
He wrapped the leather around my hands gently, but firmly, and then hoisted my hands over my head. "Keep 'em here for now," he said. "Need a pillow?"
I was actually comfortable on the blanket and I shook my head.
Then I could feel him taking my ankle and wrapping something around it. A rope? He slipped a knot around it and then left. "Tying you to the hook on the wall," he informed me.
