Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I stretch out my arms as we come to a clearing in the field. “I can make this work. I can do it. I will do it.”
She smiles at me. “If that’s what you want. Go for it. I’ll be behind you all the way.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. “I was hoping you’d say something like that. With you behind me, Hannah, I think I could do just about anything.”
She’s been such an eye-opener for me. Before her, I was numb, floating through life, wondering what I wanted to do with it, just going with what my father wanted for lack of will to do otherwise.
I kiss her. She kisses me back, her touch driving me so wild. I’ve never fallen so hard for anyone, and I’ve never been happier to do so.
“So, we’re the only people around for miles, I’m guessing?”
“Very likely, yes,” she says. “The Hendersons haven’t been here in months, and we’re technically trespassing by being here.”
“Hey, if it’s going to be mine soon, so I figure that’ll be a non-issue.” I smirk. “So there’s no one to stop us, huh?”
She raises an eyebrow. “Stop us from what?”
I kiss her again. More passionately. Our tongues meet, entwining, and with less ability for her to mistake what I’m intending to do.
I pull her sweatshirt up and off her body, relishing the softness of her skin, and the goosebumps that form beneath my fingertips. She shudders beneath my touch.
“Out here?”
“You said no one’s here to stop us. Or see us. And I’m just hit with such an intense longing to have you right now.”
She smiles. She doesn’t think this is a good idea, but she’s not exactly stopping me either.
We roll into the field, the overgrown wheat surrounding us. Our clothes falling off of us is our literal roll in the hay, us giggling madly the entire time. Her hands touch me, making me ache for her and need her even more. Looking down at her, only in her underwear, I’m so enticed by her, my cock hard with need.
“Fuck me,” she teases. “Right here in this field. Sow your oats, farm boy.”
I break out in laughter. “And you were getting on me for corny jokes.”
“Think about this as my revenge.”
“Not much of a revenge if I like what you’re doing.”
“Drat, thwarted again.”
I kiss her as her punishment, which she gladly accepts. I run my fingers down her body, and feel her tits react so wonderfully to my touch before, I expand that trail of gooseflesh down to her abdomen and toward her pussy. Even through her panties, I can feel how hot she is, how wet she is, and how much she needs my touch.
My fingers press into her, massaging her clit, even through the fabric. She coos at the rhythmic caress, but I need her so bad. Foreplay is not unimportant, but our desires for one another are so strong, so intense, that our raw need for one another whisks us along.
After all, there will be plenty of time to love and savor her for the rest of my life.
With this woman who I met only yesterday.
Goddamn, she is something special.
I pull her panties down her legs, relishing every little curve and imperfection in her form, utterly captivated by her beauty. I want to kiss and pleasure every single inch of her. I want all of her to be mine.
And I want to be hers.
She is properly stripped and more beautiful than ever, I run my hands over her body with a gentle massage until I’m looking at her beautiful brown eyes again. My cock throbs for her, her skillful hands going down my own form and enticing me.
I bring my cock to her slit. She lowers her hand, guiding me home. The anticipation of having her drives me a bit batty. As I push into her, I calm down in one way only to be driven crazy in another. She’s so tight, she squeezes me in all of the right ways. How much of it is primal urges, how much of it is her conscious action, it all results in the same. Me needing her, wanting this now and forevermore.
Her heat encapsulates me, holding me so tight as I penetrate her. She’s heaven made flesh, and squeezes my ass cheeks when I’m in as far as she wants me, and squeezes me a bit elsewhere too. I take her slowly and steadily at first, before it’s clear that she wants way more than that, and I increase our pace, every thrust making her body beautifully bounce beneath me.
She gasps and moans as we make love, as I wrap one arm around her and kiss her. I hold her close, and with my free hand, I move my fingers between our bodies, down over her mound, looking for a way to caress our clit as we fuck. I give it the same rhythm as my thrusts, to create a sort of chaotic blissful harmony inside of her, and build upon it with each and every movement between us.