“You smell incredible,” he said as he dove between my legs and ran his tongue up the length of my slit. I reached down to guide him, and within moments I was crying out as his tongue swirled around my clit. He sucked me hard, and I bucked against his face, an orgasm taking over and wracking my body. He didn’t stop as he slid in two thick digits, filling me. He licked and sucked and pumped his fingers in and out until I couldn’t take it any longer. I was spinning out of control until at last; I called out his name, and my body began to recover from the shuddering.
He stood up and undressed, watching me all the while. The light of the moon showed on my pale skin and I could feel his eyes on me. I returned the favor, watching him strip through hooded, sated eyes. As good as he looked in his clothes, he looked even better out of them, and as he removed his boxers, I watched as his erection sprang to life. As much as I wanted to reach up and taste him, what I wanted more at that moment was to feel him inside me.
Pete wanted the same. He was back on top of me, and I felt his rigid length against my thigh, pressing up toward my core. I wrapped my legs around him to urge him forward.
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??Please, Pete. Don’t make me wait. I want you now.”
With that, he positioned himself and slowly entered me, each inch another level of ecstasy. Finally, when he was sheathed inside me, I let out a sigh, and he began to rock on top of me, slowly and in a rhythm that made me moan. He thrusted and with each thrust he touched a part of me that made me feel like I was going to come unglued. His cock fit perfectly inside me like it was made just for me and I could feel myself contracting around him.
I could see the level of restraint on his face. He was holding back, but I didn’t want him to. I didn’t know how long Pete had been alone, but I knew it was longer than I had been. He was giving me so much pleasure; I just wanted to do the same for him.
“Don’t hold back,” I begged him.
And he didn’t. The pace of his thrusts increased, and he was soon slamming hard into me. The way his pubic bone was rubbing against my mound was bringing me close to the edge again, and I pulled myself tighter against him each time he entered me so that I could feel the sensation even more. His hips picked up their speed, and I could feel how close he was as he led me once again to the peak of my pleasure. I cried out, and almost immediately he let out a groan as he sank into me one last time, his cock twitching inside me.
He rolled to his side and pulled me toward him while he remained inside me and we lay like that for a few moments.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” I finally said trying to catch my breath.
“Are you having regrets?” He asked breathing heavy.
I shook my head and kissed him gently. “No, I just…didn’t expect to walk to the barn and end up getting fucked in the hay loft.”
He chuckled softly. “I wasn’t expecting it either, but I was hoping. Sorry, it wasn’t longer. It’s…it’s been a while.”
I smiled. “I know what you mean.”
He was quiet for a moment. “How long?”
“A year,” I answered quietly. “We had been engaged and were about to get married. But then well, I caught him in bed with my best friend.”
I felt Pete tense up. “I’m sorry about that.” He was quiet again and then, “It’s probably been a year or so for me. It gets to a guy.”
I nodded. “It gets to a woman, too. Can I tell you something?”
“Sure,” Pete said.
“I don’t want to be your friend either. I don’t know what’s going on in your life and I know that you’ve got a daughter that means the world to you. I understand what that relationship is like. But…I want you to know that I’m interested if you are. And you having a child doesn’t scare me.”
Pete nodded and swallowed. “Good to know. I think Emma already likes what she knows about you. She was telling me I needed to ask you out on a date.”
I laughed. “Oh really? So, I’ve got someone on my side?”
“You do. And if she was still living, you would have had my mom. She adored you, you know.”
I did know, but I didn’t know why. Emily Killarny had always been an angel to me whenever I was around her and her boys. I thought it might have been because I didn’t have a mother around a lot of the time and she might have felt sorry for me.
“That’s really nice of you to say. Your mother was a wonderful woman, Pete.”
“She really was.”
We were quiet for a while, just holding each other as the spring breeze blew through the loft doors.
“It’s getting a little chilly, and I might need to get back so that my dad doesn’t look for me. There’s no telling what sort of last minute thing he needs me to take care of before tomorrow.” I kissed him once more before I got up to put myself back together. “And I want you to know; I’m still trying to figure things out. I’m going to do it. You guys are going to race if it’s the last thing I do.”
I picked up my shoes from where I had left them on the porch. The heavy oak doors closed behind me as I entered the home I had lived in since my father had it built after the divorce. In spite of the trauma of the divorce, it had been an ideal childhood. But now I was facing a lot of questions about what had really been going on behind the scenes.