Page 57 of You Had Me At Pumpkin Patch
Therewouldbe a time when she’d confess her niggling secrets. But it wouldn’t be before they got through their launch event and saved this farm. And it wouldn’t be tonight.
Then slowly but steadily, she began peeling off her clothes, one layer at a time, right there in the dirt like she’d fantasised about more than once. Her eyes didn’t leave his as she relished every minute of the look on his face, like he was hungry for her.
‘And I love it when you touch me,’ she said, when she was down to her underwear, which this time didn’t match.
He began pulling off his clothes too, to make a bed for her in his Prizewinner pumpkin patch. The look on his face said he was ready to claim his prize.
‘And I love touching you. Just show me where.’ His voice was almost a growl.
In a different world she would have worried about her body, or being almost naked in a field, or the fact she fully hoped to have shuddering, muddy sex right here, under the stars. But her time with Zain, in this wild and incredible place, had dissolved some of those fears away.
He knelt near her, swallowing hard, his eyes taking her in. They roamed over her curves as she lay back on his nest of clothes, his pupils dilating. She used to have hangups about her thighs, but now she just wanted to wrap them around him. He was still waiting eagerly for her direction, and after a deep kiss that left her whole body trembling, she pushed his head gently downwards. She wanted his full lips between her legs, like she’d imagined in many a wayward daydream. She was throbbing for him already.
His tongue worked its way down her body, caressing and kissing her nipples like he was tasting her. Then he descended, his tongue trailing a slow, sensual line down her centre, flicking her bellybutton, teasing her stomach, passing the spot where she wanted him, then nuzzling her inner thighs.
‘If you don’t get there soon,’ she gushed, pulling his hair and guiding his face between her legs.
‘There?’ He pulled her panties aside, his breath warm against her soft, intimate skin. The tip of his tongue found the perfect spot, as though he already knew her.
Her deep groan of pleasure told him that was exactly the place. She raised her hips to him, pushing into him, slowly at first, then more insistently, finding her rhythm. He murmured his encouragement, his lips vibrating against her tingling flesh, sending tiny ripples of pleasure through her. His fingers pulled at her underwear again, to make more space for himself.
‘Ohgosssssshhhhh.’
She didn’t know what he was doing with his tongue, other than it was exploring wildly, his mouth sucking, her skin pulsating, her mind getting ready to explode. She had never felt anything like this. She wanted alifetimeof it.
But tonight, she wanted to reach her ultimate pleasure when he was inside her. She wanted to move as one with him, feeling every twitch of his lust for her. And she’d come prepared for exactly that.
He looked surprised when she wriggled out of her underwear, motioning for him to do the same and pulling out a condom from the pocket of her thrown-aside jacket.
‘Another thing I love about you is that you make me feel like anything is possible,’ she said as she raised her eyebrows about whether she should open the packet. He nodded. ‘Even my pretty weird pumpkin farmer fantasies. Do you mind a bit of trampling of your fields?’
This time he was shaking his head.
She slipped the condom onto the end of his penis, which was now harder and huger than she’d ever seen it – and she’d yet to properly touch him. She savoured the way his eyelids fluttered shut as she unrolled the rubber down the length of him. It felt good for her too.
‘What do your fantasies look like?’ he asked, his voice a low rumble.
She beckoned him down to her, whispering a few of her wildest ones into his ear. She could feel him nodding against her.
‘But first, I just want you to take me here.’
He lowered himself over her, her legs parting, more than ready.
His naked chest was solid, his black, twisting tattoos sweeping up his biceps and across his sun-kissed torso, winding around etchings of vines and all things nature, like his bare body was a map of him. Her hands reached out to them. She heard his sharp intake of breath as her fingers traced his chest, touching a hard nipple, trailing downwards through the firm grooves of his abs, teasing the line of black hair that led to his erection.
He closed his eyes. His deep groan was unmistakable.
She pulled him down further towards her, their arms wrapping around each other, their hands gripping flesh. Hers was raging. Their lips came together greedily, urgently. He tasted of sweet beer and deep longing, their tongues moving in a way that felt so right she could almost cry. His mouth was rhythmic and sure, an excruciating tease of everything that would surely come. Her heart screamed. If kisses could leave an imprint on a person’s soul, Rosie knew this one would mark hers forever.
Her hands rode up Zain’s firm back, memorising every curve of him. His muscles were tense, and so was his penis, which was pushing against her leg. She used her hands to guide it inside her, pushing her hips upwards, making him groan. His hands slid under her buttocks, clenching her rear and tugging her up to him, as though she was the most incredible, addictive thing. With one more exquisite push, he was fully inside her.Ohhhhh.It was everything she’d fantasised about and so much more.
They moved together, gasping into the night, the ground blissfully hard against her back, dustings of dirt kicking upwards as Zain thrust deeper inside her. It was as rousing and animal asallof her imaginings.
His hot mouth moved to her neck, tasting her, groaning into her, tormenting her skin with his tongue. Having him inside her was electric. She was burning and shivering all at once, and the depth of emotion that was flowing through her was almost too much to bear. His head moved to her nipples and his mouth was on them, sucking them carnally until she could have sworn that would be the end of her.
Oh wow.
The moon shone over them and animals called in the distance, but none of it mattered, compared to the feeling of being under Zain’s body, his desire pulsing through her.
