Page 66 of Embers of You
My eyes roam over his body, the chest hair dusting his pecs and the hard planes of muscles flex, and I have to bite back a moan. I’m so incredibly turned on I feel like he could touch a single part of me and I’m going to combust.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s fine you don’t have to.”
He furrows his brows at me, shaking his head. “You don’t get it. Iwantto take care of you.”
“I didn’t do that because I wanted something from you,” I insist.
“I know, but it doesn’t change that I want to. I want to do so much with you. You have no idea.”
I close my mouth, unsure how to reply because part of me wants to run. To thank him for the good time and get out of here. But I know I can’t always do that. Running isn’t the answer. Sometimes I need to let things happen, and maybe I need to let him in. Even if it’s just a little bit.
“Then show me,” I say softly.
He scoops me up and carries me around the back of the barn to an old tractor. He sets me down and cups my face. “I want nothing more than to strip you down and properly worship your body, but I don’t think I can wait to get you back to my house to do that.”
“I don’t either,” I tell him honestly, hooking my thumbs in my waistband so he knows he’s not the only one that’s desperate. I want to feel his hands on me. I need to. I feel like I might scream if I have to wait any longer to have him touch me.
He helps push the jeans off my legs, and I didn’t even notice that he fixed his, but they’re hanging loosely around his hips. He picks me up again, carrying me up onto the tractor with him so I’m straddling his lap.
“Hope you weren’t done riding because I’m going to need you to show me what you learned today.”
I reach down to push his jeans off enough to free his cock again, and I’m almost ashamed at how desperate I am to feel him inside me. He reaches down, sliding his fingers through myslickness and the second his fingertips graze my clit I moan, bucking my hips against him, seeking more.
“I’m already so hard for you again. What’re you doing to me?”
I can feel how true that is and I want to be impressed, but I’m so turned on that desperation is overtaking everything else. He plunges a finger into me and I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing our mouths together.
He pushes my shirt up, using his free hand to pull down my bra before moving his mouth down to my newly freed breast. He licks my nipple before sucking it into his mouth roughly at the same time he pushes another finger into me. I’m rocking into him, seeking so much more as I gasp and cling to him tightly.
He pulls back from my nipple letting it go with a pop. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Did sucking my dick do this to you?”
I mewl in agreement, nodding as I buck against him. “More, Jameson, please.”
“Fuck,you’re so perfect.”
My thighs are already screaming from sitting in the saddle, but I shove it all away because he’s moving me above him, positioning the head of him at my entrance and I don’t waste any time dropping down so he’s filling me completely.
Jameson muffles my cry at the sudden stretch with his mouth on mine again. He swallows the noise and his tongue invades my mouth as I rock over him. There’s not a lot of room on this single seat, and my legs already hurt, but the beautiful pain only adds to the intense pleasure making its way throughme. It’s so forceful; I know my release isn’t going to take long to take over completely.
He kisses me with the same ferocity as he fucks me, and I can only hold on. I rub against him every time he thrusts up into me, providing the perfect pressure to my clit while he hits a spot inside me that leaves me gasping for air.
“Come for me. I need to feel the way you squeeze and soak me. It’s your turn to mark me.” He practically growls against my lips and that’s what does it for me.
I explode around him with a sharp squeal as I tighten around him, grasping onto him as tightly as I can. I hear his words of encouragement as my orgasm racks through me. His thrusts increase in intensity as he groans, holding me tighter against him.
My release seems to go on forever, and he’s holding me so tightly, I can feel when his crashes into him, filling me up. We’re both breathing heavily, skin slicked with sweat and I don’t want to move. I drop my forehead against his, not meeting his eyes as we both catch our breath.
His hands tighten on my hips and he flexes slightly, even though I know he’s softening inside me. I’m so sensitive I let out a little sound that he catches.
“Are you okay?”
I hum in agreement, nodding against his head because I don’t think I can actually speak. Even if I could, I wouldn’t trust my voice or whatever may come out of my mouth. I’m sated, dazed, and I feel like I may end up saying something I’ll regret. About him, and about how it feels when we’re together.
“As much as I would love to stay here like this for the rest of the day, I think I’d prefer to take you back to my place and help you get cleaned up.” He squeezes my hips again and I groan. I don’t want to move, but I know that the longer we stay like this the more likely we are to get caught.
I lean back and see the way he’s looking at me, like he’s worried to see my reaction, and it leaves my heart cracking in my chest. All I’ve done is run from him when he hasn’t given me a reason to. It’s not fair to take my own trust issues out on him when all he’s done is shown me what a good guy he is.
