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I followed her up the narrow staircase to the open loft, and at the top, I peered down at the barn below, noting the beach chairs and a couple of lanterns, then turned back to scan this space. “Are those sleeping bags?”
She smiled at me. “Yup. I thought maybe I’d bring you up here. Seduce you, farm-girl style.”
Chapter 33
Jess
Brian wasted no time. His lips and hands were all over me the minute the words left my mouth.
And he wouldn’t hear a complaint from me. I’d barely been able to keep my panties on all day.
He’d come all this way to see me. He’d missed me.
And he’d told me that, with words, repeatedly.
My heart could barely contain my happiness.
He guided me to the floor, the sleeping bags our only padding, and undid the buttons on my jean shorts. “If you don’t let me eat this sweet pussy, I think I’ll die,” he said. “I’ve thought of nothing but the taste of you for weeks.”
Heat flooded my core. Damn.
I was a generous gal, so I was more than willing to give this man anything he asked for.
Once he’d tossed my shorts and panties aside, he clutched my hips and pulled me closer, throwing my legs over his shoulders and spreading me wide.
In seconds, I was babbling incoherently. Every flick of his tongue sent me spiraling further into the abyss.
I’d missed this. Intimacy, trust, and experimentation. Being with Brian felt both safe and exhilarating.
The comfort of being with him spurred me to chase what I wanted without abandon. So I grasped his hair, pulling him closer, and rolled my hips.
“Yes,” he growled, sinking one finger inside me. “Ride my face.”
I had no choice but to comply. The combination of his hands and mouth was life-altering. Damn, he knew what he was doing. Over and over, he teased me, bringing me to the edge, then backing down again.
From the sounds he made, I swore he enjoyed it as much as I did, edging me closer and closer.
“You are a sadist,” I cried out, my voice echoing off the rafters.
As he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, my body felt like a bomb about to detonate.
“Delicious,” he growled. “If you want to come,” he said, lowering his face and ghosting his lips over my clit, “all you have to do is ask.”
“Please,” I squeaked. “Please, you are so fucking good at this.”
He smiled up at me from between my legs and dove back in, licking and sucking until I was hit by a massive wave of bliss.
I cried out, my legs shaking as he pinned me to the sleeping bag.
“Keep going,” he growled, not stopping the sensations that were making me scream.
“I-I can’t?—”
He trailed one finger down my crease, gently teasing at my back door. “Yes, you can.” He insisted. He massaged the area while flicking my clit with his tongue.
Before I could argue, he pushed his finger inside me, filling me completely, and another orgasm washed over me, leaving me unable to speak.
I wasn’t in a barn on the family farm. I was floating through space, because pleasure like this did not exist on earth. I clenched around his fingers as wave after wave hit me.
