Page 53 of The Farmer Has a Wife

“So,” Eleanor said.

“So,” said Danni, still slightly breathless.

“We seem to have broken some sort of record for speed of orgasm.”

“Not my usual style, I can assure you,” Danni said.

“Nor mine,” said Eleanor. “Although, I’m not entirely sure that I have a usual style.”

Danni reached out, trailing a hand over Eleanor’s torso, the curve of her waist, the curve of her breast, stopping only when she came to a raspberry pink nipple. “Do you not?” she said, pinching just slightly.

Eleanor hissed a breath. “Maybe I do.”

Danni grinned, leaning down and taking the nipple into her mouth, sucking gently on it until Eleanor groaned and pushed up against her again. She gave one last suck and looked up. “We could practice, see if you do?” she said.

“Practice?” Eleanor said, raising both her eyebrows. “You think after that we needpractice?”

“Mmm, maybe not,” Danni agreed, putting her hand on Eleanor’s waist and rubbing her thumb across the hipbone there. “Maybe we’re just naturals. Geniuses. Savants.”

Eleanor growled deep in her throat, her hips bucking toward Danni. “Maybe so.” She reached for Danni, gripping her shirt, pulling her closer, dropping her head and catching Danni’s breast in her mouth, sucking hard, almost, but not quite, too hard.

Danni, unable to help herself, let out a moan as she felt a flood of wetness between her legs.

“Or, at least I am,” said Eleanor, pulling her mouth away.

“Oh, are you?” Danni asked, amused.

“It appears so. And I thought we’d already established that I make the rules around here.”

Danni’s stomach contracted with wanting, needing. Her breath was coming faster again. “So you seem to think,” she said.

“Are you going to do as you’re told, or not?” Eleanor’s eyes had clouded with lust, Danni could smell her, taste her, wanted almost to be inside her skin.

“That depends,” said Danni, voice hoarse. “You haven’t actually told me what it is that you want yet.”

“Have I not?” Eleanor said. She reached up, pulled Danni down so that her lips were touching her ear. “It’s very simple,” she whispered, every syllable making the hair on Danni’s neck stand on end. “I want you to fuck me.”

That word in that accent almost sent Danni over the edge. She squeezed her legs together and felt the pulsing as Eleanor pulled her in, took her hand, put it between her legs, and then Danni gave in to all her basest desires and Eleanor moaned.

IT WAS ALMOST dawn before Eleanor was sighing, her head on Danni’s chest, and Danni was pulling her close, her legs aching and her stomach tight and every need finally sated.

“We should go to bed,” Eleanor said.

“We should,” agreed Danni.

Lazily, Eleanor trailed a finger down Danni’s stomach and Danni felt the stirring of wanting again. “Are you going to carry me?”

“Are you that much of a princess?” Danni chuckled.

Eleanor laughed. “No, I’m not. Truly, I’m not. Come on, you’re going to have to be up again in a few hours.”

“Not even a few,” Danni said, stirring and sitting up, brushing hay off her skin and finding Eleanor’s dress.

“Regretting your decisions?” asked Eleanor.

Danni looked at her, hair mussed up, makeup smudged, lips red and swollen, breasts outlined by the moonlight. “Jesus, no,” she whispered.

“Good to know.”

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