He parted her with his fingers, staring at the slick folds of her vulva. She was pink and flush and swollen with need. Her delicate clitoris was peeking out from beneath its hood, demanding attention.
Leaning forward, he pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit. Emerald moaned and undulated her hips toward him. He murmured his pleasure against her as he sucked the delicate bud between his lips.
His fingers glided over her slick folds. He couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was. And it was all for him. Heady with desire, he pressed two fingers into her slit, not stopping until they were buried as deep as they could go.
“Jackson,” she panted. He felt her body straining toward him, but she didn’t let go of the rope. She held on tight, allowing him to do with her what he would.
Blood pumped heavily through his veins, his muscles clenched, his body swelled. He slipped his fingers out of her heat and then thrust them deep again. All the while, he sucked and flicked the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
He felt her tightening around his fingers and knew she was close. “Come for me,” he whispered, blowing against her heated flesh. Burying his face between her thighs, he licked and sucked as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
“I’m coming,” she gasped a second before her entire body bowed. Her inner muscles clamped down tight around his fingers. Needing to be inside her to feel her orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of her tight channel and surged to his feet. Grasping her waist, he guided his cock to her opening and pushed. It was a tight squeeze as her muscles were rhythmically clenching around him. The delicate flesh was swollen and still pulsing with her orgasm. She cried out his name again.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He hooked his hands under her thighs to help and she locked her legs tight around his hips. Her heels dug into his butt and he sank deeper into her. The heavy bag swayed as he leaned against it. Emerald shrieked and Jackson locked his legs to keep from falling.
Burying his face against her throat, he breathed deeply. Sweat, hay and sex permeated the air. He loved that fact that she didn’t mind getting down and dirty with him in the barn. Bending his knees slightly, he then stood, thrusting himself to the hilt. Her wet heat surrounded him and Jackson cursed the fact that he had to use a condom. Although, he probably would have lost all control if it had been flesh against flesh and he wasn’t ready to come just yet.
As he drove into her again, the bag swayed, knocking him off balance. Emerald gasped and grabbed his shoulders, releasing the rope. This wasn’t going to work. As if sensing his dilemma, Emerald whispered in his ear as she peppered his neck with kisses. “What about a bale of hay or something?”
He grunted as he lurched away from the bag, still keeping his arms wrapped tight around Emerald. “Too scratchy. I don’t want anything to mar this sweet skin.” He nuzzled her neck, nipping lightly at the base.
“We have to do something,” she wailed as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
She was right about that. They were both close to coming. He could feel the tightening of her pussy around his cock. His testicles were drawn tight against his body. He needed to thrust. Hard. Now.
He glanced around and made his decision. Like a drunken fool, he staggered to the edge of the room. It wasn’t a room, really, but an old stall that he and Nathan had converted into a workout area. He wanted to lean her against the low wall and fuck her hard, but he was afraid that she might get splinters. The wood was old and rough, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Emerald.
He had a plan, but first he had to extricate himself from her hot depths. And that wasn’t going to be easy. Leaning her against the wall, he waited until he was sure she was steady before slowly pulling away from her. He had to grit his teeth to keep from losing it there and then. The last thing he wanted to do was come prematurely.
Emerald moaned as Jackson pulled his cock from her. “No.” She wanted him inside her, stretching her. He was so hard and hot and she wanted to feel him thrusting into her.
“Have to,” he growled. His face was harsh in the artificial lighting, as the sunlight didn’t reach this far into the barn. She could see the strain on his face as he struggled to keep it all together. She was hanging by a thread herself and she’d just had one orgasm.
“What,” she panted heavily, “can I do?”
He didn’t answer, but turned her so she was facing the low wall. When he wrapped her hands over the edge, she understood. Leaning forward, she stuck out her ass and spread her legs. “Now, Jackson,” she pleaded. She wanted to be joined with this man, to feel his orgasm within her, to bring him the kind of mind-blowing pleasure that he’d given her.
Between her legs, she ached with a growing need. Cream leaked from her core and trickled down her inner thighs. Her breasts ached for his touch. They felt heavy as she leaned forward.
His hairy thighs tickled the backs of her legs and she quivered as the broad head of his cock was pressed just inside her slit. His large, roughened hands slid up her sides and around to cup her breast. “Now,” she moaned, digging her fingers into the wood railing for support.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as he drove deep with one heavy thrust. He was thick and long and she took every inch of him into her. He stretched her inner muscles, filling her completely. If she hadn’t been so prepared, it might have hurt. But instead, it felt gloriously right.
His fingers toyed with her nipples, pinching them lightly. Sensation flowed from her breasts to down between her thighs where she ached with a growing need. Sweat dripped from her temple and she could feel the slickness of Jackson’s chest against her back.
This was no pleasant tumble in bed. Emerald thought she’d known what real desire was, but now she knew that what she’d had before had only been the tip of the iceberg. This was real and elemental. It was messy and noisy. And she loved it.
As Jackson began to thrust, the sound of his stomach hitting her ass filled the space around them. Sex, musky and real, permeated the air like some rich perfume. She could smell the remains of Jackson’s spicy aftershave mixing with the remnants of her floral soap. Masculine and feminine. Dark and light. They came together over and over, one dominating, the other yielding, both giving and receiving pleasure.
His hips hammered against her, driving his cock into her waiting pussy. She’d never felt so filled, so needy in her life. Clenching her jaw, she met each heavy thrust, pushing her bottom back to meet him.
“Harder.” She wanted more. Needed more.
One of Jackson’s hands slid down her belly and between her thighs. He didn’t break his rhythm as he fingered her swollen clit. His other hand continued to tease and torment her taut nipples.
Emerald felt as if she were a wire pulled too tight. “Jackson,” she screamed as he rammed himself deep one final time. She felt the pulsing of his cock as he came and it set off her own orgasm.
Her entire body shook and shuddered as she came. Liquid flooded her core as tears filled her eyes. For the first time in her life, she bitterly resented the need for a condom. She wanted to feel the rush of her lover’s release and the wet heat as it filled her. Still, it was amazing. His body jerked and heaved against hers as he gave several short thrusts. His hands finally fell away from her and he leaned heavily against her back.
Her knees began to buckle. Jackson swore as he lowered them carefully to the ground, still buried deep within her. She rested her head on the plank floor and sighed. She was dirty, sweaty and sticky, but she felt wonderful. Two orgasms in such a short period of time were practically unheard of for her. And never had they been so intense.
Jackson stirred behind her and they both groaned as he pulled his now semi-erect cock from her still-pulsing body. She collapsed onto the floor, rolling to her side and watched as he staggered to his feet. He dug a tissue out of his back pocket and removed the condom, wrapping it inside. Then he hitched up his jeans.