Page 28 of Harvest Season in Kentbury
“See, I knew you’d be back sooner,” Grandma Genie chimes in, making her way over.“This place has grown on you more than you want to admit, boy.”
I chuckle, shaking my head.“You might be right, Grandma.But it’s not just the place—it’s the people.Especially one certain person.”
She winks at me knowingly, patting me on the arm before moving on to chat with someone else.
As the night progresses, I can’t take my eyes off Meadow.I watch her as she moves through the crowd, explaining the art pieces with such passion, her face lighting up every time someone listens.She’s in her element, completely at ease, and it’s mesmerizing.Seeing her like this—happy, confident, glowing—stirs something deep inside me, knowing this gallery, this moment, is all hers.
She’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
And the more I watch her, the more I want her.I’ve held back for too long, thinking it was too soon, that I needed more time.But I don’t want to wait anymore.Not when I could have her now, and for as long as she’ll have me.
I move toward her, my resolve growing with every step.
As the opening winds down and everyone filters out, I stay behind to help Meadow clean up.It’s been a perfect evening, but as the last person leaves, I’m caught off guard when Meadow suddenly pushes me up against the wall and kisses me—hungrily.
For a split second, I’m stunned, but I quickly return the kiss, my hands finding their way to her waist.I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her, feeling the heat of her body against mine.Every part of me aches to feel more of her, to devour her whole.
“Come home with me to my place,” she whispers against my lips, breathless.
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, and I nod, pulling back just enough to look at her—her flushed cheeks, her wide, lust-filled eyes that seem to draw me in deeper than I ever thought possible.
“Lead the way, pretty lady,” I murmur, taking her hand in mine.
She locks up the gallery, and we walk, side by side, down the quiet street toward her house.The air between us crackles with tension, the kind that has been building for weeks.When we reach her front door, I wait as she unlocks it, flicking on the light before stepping inside.She motions for me to sit on the couch, but I don’t want to sit.Sitting is the last thing on my mind.
I shake my head, moving toward her with a slow, deliberate pace.“I’ve been waiting for this moment with you for so long, Meadow.I don’t want to waste a single second.You look incredible in that dress—I’ve been dying to devour you all night.”
“I want you too, Raffa,” she replies, her voice like a soft melody in the quiet of the room.“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”
That’s all I need to hear.We’re on each other in seconds, hands frantically pulling at clothes, exposing skin inch by inch.Her soft moans send a pulse of heat through me as my hands explore her body.My fingertips brush against her smooth skin, and I can’t stop kissing her—her lips, her neck, anywhere I can reach.
I guide her toward the couch, gently easing her down before kneeling in front of her.My hands caress her thighs, spreading them slightly as I press soft kisses along her stomach, teasing my way lower.
“I’m going to devour you,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, my lips grazing her skin as I speak, each word dripping with both desire and promise.
Her breath catches, and the look in her eyes shifts—anticipation, need, everything we’ve both been holding back for far too long.My fingers trail down her legs, slowly hooking around the edge of her panties.With one slow, deliberate motion, I pull them down, letting them drop to the floor.
She gasps softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I kneel before her, my lips brushing her inner thigh.The taste of her skin fuels the fire already raging inside me, and I take my time, savoring each kiss I place lower and lower.
When my mouth finally finds her center, I hear her breath hitch—her moan is soft, but it sends a shiver down my spine.I part her gently, my tongue flicking out to trace slow, teasing circles around her clit.She arches against me, her hips moving in time with each flick of my tongue, as if her body is guiding me toward exactly what she needs.
I lick slowly, deliberately, feeling the way her body responds to every movement.Her legs begin to tremble, and the moans spilling from her lips grow louder, more desperate.I love the sound of her—soft and breathy, completely lost in the moment.
Her hand tightens in my hair as I deepen the rhythm, alternating between soft kisses and the firm pressure of my tongue.Her hips buck against me, the tension in her body building with every stroke, every flick of my tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves.She’s getting closer, I can feel it—the way she tightens, the way her breathing quickens, and the way her grip on me becomes almost desperate.
I pull her even closer, my hands gripping her thighs, and I push her higher and higher until finally, her whole body tenses.She gasps, trembling, her release spilling over as I hold her through the waves of pleasure that rock her.
For a moment, neither of us speaks.The only sound is her ragged breathing, and I can’t help but grin against her skin, knowing I’ve just made her fall apart in my hands.
“Raffa ...”she breathes, her voice shaky but satisfied.
I rise to meet her, kissing her deeply, tasting the remnants of her release on my lips as I pull her into my arms.
“You’re so beautiful, Meadow.I hope you know just how beautiful you really are,” I whisper, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss.My hands trail down her body, unzipping my pants and pulling out a condom.I slide it on, positioning myself between her legs as I feel her body arch into mine.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, her body aligning with mine as I press the tip of my cock against her entrance.I pause for a moment, savoring the feel of her, the heat of her skin against mine, her breath hitching in anticipation.Her nails dig lightly into my shoulders as I push in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the way she grips me—tight, perfect, like she’s made for me.
“God, you’re so tight,” I rasp, my voice hoarse, almost a growl.I push deeper, her body enveloping me completely.Her moan echoes in my ears, driving me further, harder.“I need you,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear as I start to move, thrusting into her with deliberate strokes, each one slow, controlled.“I’ve needed you like this for so long.You feel so good, so perfect.”
