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I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop myself. I captured his thumb between my teeth and softly bit down on it. I gently nibbled on it before I wrapped my lips around it and started to suck it. I licked the tip of his finger with my tongue as Evan watched eagerly. I flicked my tongue in and out of my mouth. Evan pulled his thumb out of my mouth before he forcefully gripped the sides of my chin in his hand and kissed me. He pressed his broad chest against my breasts.

It had been too long. We had been apart, and I needed him, not for sex but for connection, for comfort, for the reassurance that we would be okay. Too much time had passed, and so many words that had not been spoken for months came out in that one kiss. He pulled back, and we gazed into each other’s eyes, exchanging breaths. I had never wanted another human being more in my life. Being with Evan felt like we were always in our own private world.

When he leaned back in to kiss me, I accepted him eagerly. Round and round, our tongues wrangled with each other. He tasted like the finest wine. Each stroke of his tongue sparked a fire in the deepest part of me. My body craved him in ways I couldn’t imagine.

Neither of us cared that we could be caught as we devoured one another. I was spellbound by his hypnotic charm. I relished the sensation of his lips on mine. I gripped the shirt he had on and pulled hard, ripping it open. I ran my fingers up and down his bare chest. He returned the gesture by popping the buttons on my denim shirt. The breeze kissed my skin upon exposure. He wasted no time removing my breasts from my bra, taking them inside his mouth.

“Mmm... this feels so good,” I moaned.

My eyes were closed. With every stroke of his tongue against my heated skin, jolts of electricity ran through my body. “Mmm.Yes.” I sucked in air through my teeth as I cupped the back of his head. I knew we didn’t have long, and as much as I enjoyed our foreplay, I didn’t want to risk being caught.

Evan’s mouth found its way back to my neck. The feel of his lips on my skin was tantalizing and pleasing. He placed small kisses all over my neck and collarbone before making his way back to my lips. Our tongues did the merengue, and I could feel his hand slide inside my pants.

He broke our kiss.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered me.

I quickly obeyed, leaving my ballet flats on the ground next to my slacks.

He unbuttoned his pants. “We have to be quick before Derek comes out here.”

We were undressed in a matter of seconds. Evan pushed me back against the wooden post. His shirt was still in his hand. “Hold your arms up.”

I eyed him curiously, but I played along. I held my arms up over my head like he’d requested. He reached above me and tied my arms to the post. I had never been tied up before, let alone naked in a barn. I grinned at how naughty he was being. Once he had me tied at the stake, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He gradually lowered me down onto him, parting my wet center with his hard cock. Moans of ecstasy escaped my lips as I bent my head back against the post.

Not being able to touch him was a different feeling altogether. I didn’t know what to expect, but the feeling I felt was indescribable.

Evan feverishly pumped in and out of me as I held onto him with my legs. A tidal wave of pleasure raced through my veins. I wanted so badly to touch him or run my fingers up his back. Moans escaped my lips. At this point, I didn’t care who heard me. He parted my slit with each stroke as I willingly submitted to him.

“You like that?” he murmured before enveloping my breasts with his lips.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Tell me how much you like it.”

“Jesus!” I whimpered, completely forgetting we weren’t alone at the farm. “I love it. Shit!” I rocked my hips against him. I felt the heat brewing in my belly, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. Evan enticed my senses. I was addicted to having him inside me.

“Evan, fuck me... please... fuck me,” I begged.

“Your wish is my command.”

He had me right where he wanted me, begging him to have his way with me. I unraveled beneath his touch. I liked when he took full control. With each stroke, my body spasmed. Evan had a way of breathing life into my body. He started thrusting harder and faster. The look in his eyes was manic. He was pleasure-drunk and going mad. My wet, quivering flesh invited him to torture my pussy even more.

“Evan!” I screamed out.

The hardness of the wood against my back combined with the hardness of his erection was too much to handle. I was becoming undone as each second passed. I gripped the post and closed my eyes. I was on the verge of coming and I needed to brace myself for the explosion that was on the horizon.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I confessed.

“Yes, you can,” he replied, nibbling on my nipple. “You can take all of this.”

My eyes shot open as I stared at the ceiling. Sweat covered my body as the orgasm he sought out ripped through my body. I wasn’t sure if it was because it had been months or the fact that he’d tied me up that made it so intense, but I had never felt an orgasm that rocked me to my core. Sweet nectar dripped down my thighs as he continued pumping.

“I’m there... Gypsy,” he cried out.

Evan held onto me before he unleashed his own tsunami inside me. I felt it heat me, then meet my own flood of sexual pleasure, draining down the insides of my thighs. When he slowed, still buried inside my pussy, he kissed me again like I’d never been kissed, the feverish tango of our tongues meeting until my face was raw from his stubble.

“I missed you,” he groaned, pulling out of me, though he kept me pinned there.

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