Page 41 of Texas Kissing

He sped up even more. Every part of him felt hard, from the press of his pecs against my nipples to themuscles of his ass against my ankles. He was made of rock, and I was softness and warmth around him. “I love fucking you,” he gasped. “Goddamn, Lily, you’re mine.”

The storm finally rose up and overwhelmed me, obliterating me from the inside out. His words echoed in my head and I clung to him with all my strength as the pleasure rocketed through me, making me arch my back and dig my fingers hard into his muscles. I felt myself spasm and clench around him and heard him groan. And then—

He said my name and humped his hips against me one final time, grinding his groin against me—

I felt his cock twitch and—

My eyes opened as awareness hit. I stared up at the barn’s rafters, at the cracks of sunlight streaming into the darkness—

Ah!A sudden, hot jet inside me, thick and heavy and potent.OH JESUS!My orgasm had been winding down, but now it spun back up to full strength. Another jet. Another.Another.I clung to him, rocking and gasping, as he filled me, my eyes wide, all but the most basic thoughts torn away by pleasure.

When he finally went still against me, I just hung there panting. The barn was suddenly very quiet, our breathing the loudest sound in the place. He raised his head from my shoulder and kissed me, but I was too weak and drunk on sensation to do more than open my mouth and let him plunder me.

He carefully turned, his boots scraping on the floor, and walked us over to a stack of bales that was about level with his hips. He set me down on it, lying me down full-length on my back like a slumbering princess.

I didn’tfeellike a princess. I was naked, save for the scraps of t-shirt hanging off my shoulders and my pushed-up bra. My hair was festooned with bits of straw. My whole body was shining with sweat and I knew that, all down my back and ass, I had pink imprints from where I’d been pressed hard against the bales. But most of my attention was focused lower down.

I...ached.Not in a painful way but in a been-to-the-gym way. As if I’d been worked hard. I’d just never felt itthere,before. I could feel it every time I moved my legs and I could feel something else, too. Deep inside me, hotly thick and sticky—

I put my hand over my groin. “Jesus,” I whispered.

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I hauledup my boxers and jeans and buckled my belt, doing it all by feel because I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. God, she was beautiful. Her near-naked body shone in the shafts of sunlight, her magnificent chest rising and falling as she recovered. She put her hand down between her thighs, feeling what I’d done to her, and that made my cock swell all over again.

Even near-naked and just-fucked, she managed to look classy. She looked like one of those society girls, the kind you see in movies riding around in Mercedes with blacked-out windows, about to inherit the family fortune. But there was something about her looks that was slightly different. Exotic. I hadn’t picked up on it before because her skin was so pale, but was there a trace of Spanish or…

Italian. That was it. Italian. An Italian-American princess.

She’d gone very quiet, so I strolled over there. “You okay?” I asked, unable to keep the dumb grin off of myface.

She lay there for a second, staring up at the ceiling. “What did we justdo?”she asked, horrified.

I smirked. “What I do best.”

She sat up, shutting her thighs tightly. “I’m not like that,” she said firmly. She was staring off into the distance, as if she was speaking to herself.

“Hate to break it to you, Lily, butyeah you are.You came in here damn near dripping for it.”

Her head jerked around to glare at me. At the same time, her hand whipped across my cheek. Not a very hard slap—she definitely wasn’t used to doing it. I let it bounce off my cheek and laughed.

“Shit!” she gasped. “Sorry. I just—” Then she frowned. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” She ran a hand through her hair. Little bits of straw fell out. “I can’t believe we just did that. Did we really just do that?”

“Oh, for the love of God,” I muttered, and kissed her, which felt damn fineandquieted her down. When I pulled back, her breathing had slowed a little. “Stop thinking like a damn city girl,” I told her sternly.

“Iama city girl.”

“Not anymore.”

She looked down at herself, as if she’d never seen her own body before. Then, for some reason, she touched that gorgeous, softly-smooth stomach.

I leaned close. “I’d love to fuck you again,” I told her. “Or just lay down in the hay with you and hold you. But sooner or later, someone’s going to come looking for me, and they’re going to see you all laid out there….”

She yelped and tried to pull her t-shirt back together, then realized it was useless. She dived forher jeans and I enjoyed watching that ripe ass wiggle its way into them. Then I threw her my t-shirt. “Here,” I said. “I barely wear it anyway.”

She caught it and stared at me for a moment, as if I’d just given her a Gucci dress. Then fastened up her bra and pulled it on. The t-shirt was ridiculously big on her, but at least she wouldn’t have to suffer the other guys gawping at her.