He regretted the words almost immediately. After the life she’d led, there’d been no certainty of tomorrow for Celina, and he saw the flash of desperation in her eyes. She quickly lost herself in sensation, but as he worked to please her, he wondered if he’d ever cared for the women he’d slept with. As far as he could remember, sex had been nothing more than a mutual contract in the past, but when he was with Celina, something deep inside him hurt.
“I want you again,” she whispered, distracting him.
“You’ve got me,” he assured her, sinking deep.
“Any chance you’ll take your breeches off?”
“No,” he admitted, kissing her smile. He needed her like air to breathe.
For now?
For now, he was like a youth with a hard-on. He had to have her over and over again. Disengaging, he stood and lifted her. Positioning her over a hay bale, he commented as he mapped her buttocks appreciatively, “You have a great ass.”
She laughed, then exclaimed with pleasure as he thrust deep. He brought them both to the edge with efficient ease and kept her hovering while he nudged her legs even wider. She stood on tiptoes and raised her buttocks as high as she could for him. A helpful sunbeam was like a spotlight so he could see everything he was doing to her. This only added to his agony of frustration, and control was vital, or this would be over in seconds. Reaching around her body, he cupped her breasts, loving the feel of her nipples thrusting against his palms. Gently abrading them with his thumbnails, he stroked her sex with his cock at the same time.
“You’re killing me with frustration,” she complained, her voice muffled as her face rested against the hay, but he heard the smile in her tone.
“I’ll die first,” he promised dryly.
She laughed, and then wiggled her ass, which tempted him to tease her some more. He could lose it just staring at her buttocks, so he slapped them instead. When this seemed to please her, he added a few more. Soft, needy sounds begged him to continue. Finally, he couldn’t hold back, and she exclaimed with triumph when he thrust deep. Gripping her buttocks firmly, he upped the pace until she came noisily and for the longest time.
“Fuck me,” she said
the moment the pleasure began to fade. “Again!” she insisted. He set up a rhythm of firm, deep strokes, bringing her to the edge in seconds. “Come with me now,” she commanded wildly. “I can’t wait.”
He took them both down. She bucked so fiercely, he had to hang on to her to hold her in place, and it was many moments before her screams of release became contented groans. And when that finally faded, she whispered, “Again?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to remember this.”
~~o0o~~
They must have been in the barn for hours, Celina realized as she rested exhausted on Diego. She’d missed her lift into town for sure. She’d have to wait until tomorrow and try to get a lift to the airport some other way. She wasn’t too worried. There would be plenty of people leaving the estate after the match and heading home.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Diego said as he gently eased himself away. Lifting her, he steadied her on her feet. He smiled as he removed several strands of hay from her hair. “No one will ever guess where you’ve been,” he remarked with a wicked grin.
“Do you care what people think?”
“Not at all. They’ll think me lucky.”
Lucky? If only he knew. As she picked up her shirt and put it on, another shower of hay floated out. As she brushed herself down, she asked, “How do you manage to stay looking so good?” Diego could have stepped out of the pages of a magazine. His hair was a little tousled, but apart from that, he looked amazing.
“Shower,” he said firmly. “I can read your thoughts, and no, we can’t stay in the barn all night.”
“We could be together in the shower?” she suggested without thinking.
Diego’s lips pressed down in wry agreement. “My place is better than yours.”
What was she thinking even suggesting it? She couldn’t share Diego’s shower. She had to leave soon and had final preparations to make. She wasn’t thinking, Celina concluded. “Another time,” she said lightly, wishing that were true.
~~o0o~~
She took a long, hot shower by herself in the deserted staff block. Her body was still singing from Diego’s touch. She would never forget tonight. She would never forget him. She didn’t want to leave, but she must. Retracing the path his hands had taken, she felt as numb as a stone-cold fish. That was good. She should get used to feeling nothing as soon as she could. Where she was going, it was better that way.
She came out of the staff block, meaning to head to the tech suite to check her final preparations for the trip. Her heart lurched, seeing Amber standing with the grooms in the stable yard. Amber shot her a questioning look. Did she know? Had she guessed? Had the grooms said something about Celina wanting a lift to town?
“Their vehicle broke down,” Amber explained as Celina walked up to the group. “I was just on my way to find Alexei. And you?” She gave Celina a keen stare.