Page 54 of Crossed Paths
He pulls me down and at the same time he thrusts upwards, hard and deep, and I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. “Fuck,” he mutters, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel so good.”
I tighten my legs around him, taking over the movements. I ride him as hard as I can, but it is not enough. Frustrated, I moan, “I need more.”
He knows exactly what I mean. With a swift move he turns us and I end up underneath him. Some bits of hay peek through the blanket and scratch me but I don’t mind the soft pain.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Please, don’t stop.”
He pulls back slowly before slamming into me, setting a rhythm that has me gasping for breath. The barn seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The hay bales shift beneath us, the scent of earth and sweat filling the air. It’s raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating.
“Hunter,” I moan, my body tightening around him. “I’m close.”
He quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Come for me,” he commands, his voice hoarse with need. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My body shakes, my muscles clenching around him as I ride out the pleasure. Hunter follows soon after, his release sending him over the edge. He groans, his head buried in the crook of my neck as he spills himself inside me.
For a moment, we lie there, breathless and trembling, our hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, he pulls out, his arms wrapping around me as he holds me close. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“That was…” I begin, searching for the right words.
“Perfect,” he finishes, his lips brushing my hair. “Absolutely perfect.”
