Moaning she brings herself to orgasm and I feel her pussy clenching around me, a warm flood of liquid coating me. I catch her by the waist as she sways on top of me. Then she opens her eyes and looks at me. We are looking into each other’s eyes as she comes again. That is the moment I can’t hold back any longer.
I grab her hips in my hands and fuck her senseless, bucking my hips furiously. Within seconds, I am on the edge and I let myself go over, calling out her name as I come inside of her. I close my eyes for a moment, but then I remember the way I felt so connected to her when she looked me in the eye as she came, and I want to be able to do the same thing for her.
I open my eyes and look at her as I come hard, pleasure flooding me and making me call out to her even as I look her in the eye. She holds my gaze and when my cock slips out of her, she leans forward and grazes her lips over mine. She deepens the kiss, kissing me like she wants to consume me, like she wants to taste me.
I reach up and wrap my arms around her and she flattens her body as we explore each other’s mouths with our tongues.
I know something has changed between us. It’s something I can’t put into words, but it feels amazing, like we’re connecting on much more than just a physical level. The warmth of the sun on us, the weight of her body on top of me, the dull steady sound of her heartbeat, and the smell of the grass beneath me … feels almost unreal.
The sensation is so weird and so without precedent I am unable to speak. Then I realize she’s fallen asleep. I should wake her so we can head back up to the house, but I don’t have it in me to disturb her, to ruin this rare and precious moment. Instead, I close my eyes and let myself drift away too.
I wake up to Cindy gently shaking me and laughing. I open my eyes and instantly close them again as the sun blinds me. I lift my hand to shield my eyes, then open one eye, and peer up at her. She’s fully dressed again and she’s smiling down at me.
“I just woke up. It’s after eleven. I thought we’d better be getting back for lunch,” she says.
I push myself up onto my elbows, fully awake now.
“Or we could just stay here and eat each other,” I say. And I’m not joking.
She laughs and stands up before I can make a grab for her. “As tempting as that is, I’m kinda starving.”
Reluctantly, I begin to button up my shirt. Standing, I pull my boxer shorts and my jeans up and fasten them. “Are you thirsty?”
She nods, and I beckon her closer to the creek. I crouch down and cup some water in my hands and drink it.
She raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s safe to drink?”
“If you mean have we had health inspectors out to test it, then no, probably not,” I say. “But I’ve been drinking it all of my life out here and I’m still alive to tell the tale.”
She laughs and copies me, cupping some water in her own hands and drinking it down. She smiles. “It’s really good.”
The water is always crisp and cool here, even in the middle of summer. “Come on. Let’s head back.”
I go and untie the horses and after another drink for them, we mount them and set off back towards home. I see Cindy shifting uncomfortably in her saddle.
“Bit sore?” I laugh, teasing her.
“I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that one,” she laughs back.
“What will happen to all these apples?” Cindy asks as we get to the orchard.
“The staff make apple cider. You can try some later.”
“I’d love to,” she says with a laugh. “I was thinking of asking Babushka if she would like to come out for a short walk with me after lunch.”
I smile broadly, pleased that she’s making such a big effort with Babushka.
Cindy
Lunch is remarkably pleasant considering Petra joined Babushka, Alex, and I. We ate finger sandwiches and scones in the conservatory and we drank some homemade elderflower juice that Petra had picked up at the farmer’s market she’d been to that morning. If it wasn’t for the fact she was drinking it too, I would have been a tiny bit afraid she would have poisoned it. She was on her best behavior, speaking in English, and asking me questions that didn’t feel like disguised insults, but I was on to her now. After lunch, Alex excused himself as he had some calls to make.