Page 158 of Dove
“You got this, Dove.” His encouragement was punctuated with a curl of his fingers.
“No,” I keened, shaking. “I don’t. I really don’t,please.”
The tractor crept along, doing its job, while I sat tortured inside its cab, guiding it.
Josh gave a huff of laughter in response, and his pleasure at this whole situation was making itself known along my backside. If I hadn’t been so distracted, I would have used that to my advantage, teasing him like he was teasing me, but I couldn’tthink. And that was the whole problem.
I was operating a very large piece of machinery with two fingers plunged deep inside me turning my brain to white noise. This was definitelynotin the instruction manual.
“I love when you beg.” He placed a kiss to my jaw. “You're doing great. There’s nothing around us but hay—you’re fine, baby,” he said in a voice that I assumed was meant to reassure me.
I didn’t feel fine. I felt enflamed, ablaze with desire but torn between letting myself be consumed by it and extinguishing it so I could focus on not wrecking the tractor.
When his other hand followed the curve of my body to cup my breast and thumb my nipple, I nearly sobbed. My head flung back into the curve of his shoulder and my back bowed. It forced the palm of his hand down on my clit, and I really did cry out this time, my hips practically humping his hand.
“Fuck,” Josh cursed. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His fingers curled deeper inside me, searching. I moaned when they found the spot they were looking for, my body seizing as they skimmed over it. My hands curled around the steering wheel so hard they’d begun to ache as he assaulted my G-spot, my hips rocking, my body sweaty from both desire and the heat of the sun streaming in through the cab.
I gave up all hope of staying focused, hoping Josh had enough foresight to tell me if we were about to crash into something because I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
His hand migrated from my chest to circle my neck, keeping me glued to him, powerful but not restrictive.
“Please, Josh.” I whimpered. All I wanted was release, the sweet oblivion I knew only he could give me.
“That’s it,” he purred, his fingers pressed to either side of my neck, framing my throat. His other fingers...
A wash of heat flared within me as a faint, obscene sound drifted to my ears.
“That’s how wet I want my girl for me.” He planted kisses along my jaw until he got to my ear. His voice was a slow, syrupy whisper that slid over my skin like honey. “So fucking wet I can hear it.”
He squeezed either side of my neck at the same time his fingers plunged deep inside me one last time and I was gone, detonating in his arms, silently crying out as every single nerve ending in my body coalesced into a giant ball of white-hot pleasure.
I had no idea how long I floated there in the post-orgasm euphoria Josh had given me, but the world slowly came back to me in a serious of sensations. The sound of the engine that still rumbled on. The touch of Josh’s fingers sliding out of me. It wasn’t until I opened my eyes and blinked the interior of the cab back into existence that I fully remembered where I was.
The orgasm Josh had given me had literally bluescreened my mind.
Panic had me jolting back into action still seated in his lap, my spine straightening, my hands flying to the wheel where they’d lost their hold.
Josh’s hands came up to grab mine, rubbing them. They ached slightly where the steering wheel had dug into them from my bruising grip.
“It’s alright,” he soothed. “We’re parked.”
Through the windows of the cab I could see we were still in the middle of the field. I couldn’t imagine we’d gone far while Josh was…
“You did good, Dove.” His praise was a warm blanket over me, even if it was already too hot in this damn tractor to begin with.
“I barely did anything.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” The suggestive tone of his voice reminded me I was still spread out on his lap, his hand still trapped between my legs as my body trembled with aftershocks he’d caused. His fingers ran through me with an easy glide, the wetness there making me blush hotly.
When his hand escaped the waistband of my shorts, I could see my release glistening on his fingers.
I expected him to wipe it off, but instead his hand rose higher, past my face, my eyes tracking it until?—
“Josh!” I gasped in horrified embarrassment as his tongue came out to lick his fingers clean like he’d just had a dozen hot wings instead of, well.You know.
“What?” His mouth split into a devilish grin. “Told you I was hungry.”
