32. Lily

32

Lily

He planted his hands on the hay bales either side of my head. He started the slow push into me and I gasped as the girth of the head spread me wide, silky-smooth and God so hot, so raw and real inside me. I grabbed for his shoulders, digging my fingers into the muscles there, as I began to stretch—

Ah! He surged into me, my body clamping down around him. My eyes went wide at the sensation of him naked inside me. It was so completely different without a condom. I could feel every hot millimeter of him.

His hands closed on my hips, pinning me to the hay bales, his thumbs stroking at the creases at the tops of my thighs and drawing whirlpools of pleasure from them. And then he began to thrust.

I drew in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut, as I felt the orgasm begin to spiral around me, building speed and pressure. On every stroke, I could feel him deep inside me...and he wasn’t even in me all the way, yet. My ass was tight against the hay, held there as securely as if we were lying down. All I could do was to tilt myself up to meet him and he groaned as I did just that, wantonly offering myself up to him.

He gave a sudden grunt and pressed and ground and I cried out as I felt the hard base of him rock against my pubis, and knew he was in me all the way. God! What are we doing?! I was suddenly aware of the throbbing tip of him, naked and deep inside me. It was wrong and risky and insanely hot, all at the same time. And then the climax was pressing in on me, stealing my breath and my thoughts. Nothing mattered except—

He started to fuck me. Really fuck me. Hands locked tight on my hips, chest rubbing against my breasts. His cock was so hot, so thickly long inside me: solid, heated rock wrapped in satin. I thrashed my head against the hay, mouth open and slack.

But that wasn’t enough for him. He scooped his hands under my hips and lifted me, pulling me away from the wall of hay bales for a second and then slamming me back against it. My feet came off the floor and I lifted them, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.

I was more open to him like this, and he moved even faster, pounding into me with long, hard strokes that made me heady. His mouth laid a trail of kisses up my neck and along my jaw to my mouth. We kissed, gasping and panting, as he fucked me, both of us now coated in a thin sheen of sweat. “ God!” I managed, the first proper word I’d managed in a while.

He sped up even more. Every part of him felt hard, from the press of his pecs against my nipples to the muscles of his ass against my ankles. He was made of rock, and I was softness and warmth around him. “I love fucking you,” he gasped. “Goddamn, Lily, you’re mine.”

The storm finally rose up and overwhelmed me, obliterating me from the inside out. His words echoed in my head and I clung to him with all my strength as the pleasure rocketed through me, making me arch my back and dig my fingers hard into his muscles. I felt myself spasm and clench around him and heard him groan. And then—

He said my name and humped his hips against me one final time, grinding his groin against me—

I felt his cock twitch and—

My eyes opened as awareness hit. I stared up at the barn’s rafters, at the cracks of sunlight streaming into the darkness—

Ah! A sudden, hot jet inside me, thick and heavy and potent. OH JESUS! My orgasm had been winding down, but now it spun back up to full strength. Another jet. Another. Another. I clung to him, rocking and gasping, as he filled me, my eyes wide, all but the most basic thoughts torn away by pleasure.

When he finally went still against me, I just hung there panting. The barn was suddenly very quiet, our breathing the loudest sound in the place. He raised his head from my shoulder and kissed me, but I was too weak and drunk on sensation to do more than open my mouth and let him plunder me.

He carefully turned, his boots scraping on the floor, and walked us over to a stack of bales that was about level with his hips. He set me down on it, lying me down full-length on my back like a slumbering princess .

I didn’t feel like a princess. I was naked, save for the scraps of t-shirt hanging off my shoulders and my pushed-up bra. My hair was festooned with bits of straw. My whole body was shining with sweat and I knew that, all down my back and ass, I had pink imprints from where I’d been pressed hard against the bales. But most of my attention was focused lower down.

I... ached. Not in a painful way but in a been-to-the-gym way. As if I’d been worked hard. I’d just never felt it there, before. I could feel it every time I moved my legs and I could feel something else, too. Deep inside me, hotly thick and sticky—

I put my hand over my groin. “Jesus,” I whispered.