Page 104 of Small Town Firsts
I peeled open his pants further, letting go of his cock only so I could push at the canvas work pants and was rewarded with a handful of his flexing ass.
His hands worked the condom down his length and his wild eyes met mine. “I didn’t have time to get you?—”
I grabbed his hand and brought it to me to see how wet I was. “I’ve been ready. There’s no worry there.”
He slicked his knuckle along my pussy and groaned. “Soaked for me, baby.”
“Yes.” I gripped my nails into his ass. “Now stop making me wait. It’s been eleven days.”
He grinned. “Counting them since I’ve been in here?” He dragged a knuckle along my pussy, nudging deeper before adding a second finger and pulsing his knuckles on either side of my clit.
I threw back my head and resisted the urge to shout out my frustration.
“Just you and me. This time it’s not in the sunshine. But I want you to scream my name, Kira. Don’t hold back.” His other hand gripped my hip, urging me closer to the edge of his work bench.
I circled his wrist to tug his hand away from me, but he resisted. Staring into my eyes as he kept on rubbing. He kept me on the fringes of an orgasm with a little too much glee.
“Tease,” I panted out.
He lowered his mouth until his beard tickled my lips, eyes still locked on mine. “Come for me, baby. Before I rattle your teeth like I promised.”
That day felt like a million years ago. When he promised me he’d take me in here and fuck me thoroughly. “I want that, but I want to come around you.” I pushed away his hand and reached for his cock. “Around this.” I hooked my knees around his waist and urged him closer.
He pushed up my shirt. “Skin. I need all your skin.”
I quickly flipped it over my head, and my hair tumbled free from my clip which pinged along the table and onto the floor. He lowered his face to my chest, dragging in a deep breath of me before he nosed the fragile necklaces I wore out of the way to get to skin.
He flicked open my bra at the back and gave a happy groan as the straps gave way. He found my nipple, sucking hard enough that my fingers speared into his hair. I wasn’t sure if it was to hold him there, or drag him away.
The underside of his shaft bumped along my slit, and then he flexed his hips to get to my entrance. He lifted his head to watch my face as he slid into me ever so gently.
I hissed out a breath as I relaxed to take every inch. God, I’d missed this. How perfect he fit inside of me. Not too big, not too small—just perfect for me. As if there was some piece of divine timing out there to make us find one another.
My eyelids fluttered shut as his name sighed from my lips.
And then he unleashed. His hips ground against my thighs as he angled each thrust for maximum pleasure. I lifted my arms to his shoulder and curled around him, drawing him even closer.
Accepting each jarring thrust inside of me as if I were drowning and only this could keep me tethered to this moment. I still cupped the back of his head, his wild curls twining around my fingers as I held on.
He gripped my hips as sweat gathered between us and the friction grew unbearable. I tipped my hips up, raising my knees to get him where I needed him.
“Fuck,” he said into my shoulder. “I need you closer.”
I laughed. I wasn’t sure how I did without sawing off my own damn tongue from each thrust. “Only way is climbing inside of me, pal. Dear God, right there.”
He powered into me as the entire bench shuddered around us. Papers fell to the floor, glasses toppled and rolled away. But I couldn’t do anything but hang on and take it.
Swamped in the perfect cone of silence where it was nothing but us, I shouted his name and clamped down on him. The entire room went sparkly and dark with little fissures of light dancing around the dim ceiling of the barn. I tried to drag in a breath, but it was clogged with an endless stream of words I couldn’t hold onto. Distantly, I realized it was his name. Over and over again.
He finally slowed, his shoulders shook as he gave a few more jerky pulses inside of me then leaned hard on me. We both dragged in huge gulps of air, heartbeats racing to recover from the rush.
His head dropped to my shoulder, his lips burning a trail across to my neck. “I think you killed me.” His voice was little more than a grumble at my ear.
I laughed, my body now loose with endorphins and the sparkliest of orgasms. Talk about pent-up. Then I realized the sparkles were actual fireflies that had found their way into the barn with the doors open.
A little bit of magic had followed us into the workshop.
TWENTY-FIVE
