“You say please a lot.” I pointed out between pants. I wasn’t sure I would make it very long. Just the few short inches I had already dipped into her sweet body had already made me see the moon. “Fuck it, we’ll work on that later.”
“Okay, sure, whatever,” she said, lifting her hips slightly.
I groaned, my dick pushing in that much more from her movements. “Alright, I get it, baby. Just hold on.”
Gripping her hip, I pushed her body back down into the hay. I wish I had taken my shirt off and laid it underneath her, but we were too far into this now. I think she was about to open her mouth to protest again, the needy girl, but in one long move, I was suddenly inside her and instead she was opening her mouth on a breathy gasp.
I licked into it as I captured her lips with mine. She was wet and tight and so damn hot, and her walls were gripping my dick like they were trying to squeeze the life out of it as I paused, waiting for her to adjust.
“You okay?” My voice sounded gruff to my own ears as I fought for restraint and patience. A challenge when perfection was being offered to me on a platter.
“Full,” she squeaked, her nails digging into my shoulders. “But I think you can move now.”
I did as she said. Slowly at first, rolling my hips so she could still feel me against her. I could tell when she started to loosen, started to fit around me like she was made for me, because she started to participate. Her hips didn’t seem to want to stay still, andas my thrusts got more confident and strong, she met me with her own.
She felt like heaven wrapped around me like this. She was so tight, so perfect, so right for me. Her little moans only got louder as I continued to drive into her, louder still when I worked her pebbled nipples in a tight squeeze. The harder I pinched, rolling them between my fingers and grasping onto her breasts like they were my own personal stress balls, the more turned on she seemed to get. Crying and moaning and becoming slicker and slicker with every slide.
“You're a wild thing, Alta,” I said against her ear. Who knew she would like so much roughness? This sweet little thing liked to be grabbed and pounded like she was a plaything. I bet I knew what else she would like. “Why don’t you sit up and watch, baby?”
She’d stopped kissing me a while ago, resigning to biting the shit out of my neck as she held on for dear life. Now, on my request she sat up on her elbows as I leaned back, her glassy eyes going right to the place between us, where our bodies were met.
At first glance her head rolled back and she let out a deep groan turned whimper. I felt her tighten around me and watched as she blindly reached her hand out to find me in her heightened arousal.
I smiled. I knew she would like it. And then I groaned, because I sure as shit liked the way she was gripping the shit out of my dick. Grabbing onto her hand, I brought it to my lips and kissed her palm before setting it on my chest.
“Keep watching,” I ordered, my strokes getting frenzied and fast. “Look what you do to me. Watch what you asked me to do to you.”
She did and just like before, it seemed to wind her up. I didn't blame her, watching my dick disappear into her might be my new favorite sight. When my fingers found her core, it was over for the both of us.
Alta came without any fucking warning, her entire back arching,her hips jerking wildly and her heat clenching around me like it intended to never let me go. I was right to call her wild. In her unraveling, she pulled me further on top of her, one of her surprisingly strong legs hooking around me and holding me to her. And in my distraction, I almost didn’t pull out of her before my own explosion.
I did though and as my length, slick with her release exited her and my hips instead pumped against the outside of her folds, she came a third time with me. Both of us groaning and holding onto each other in a mindless sweaty tangle of bodies and instinct.
Several long seconds passed with us simply breathing. Honestly, more like panting. Sucking down air and trying to regulate some sense of normalcy after everythingthatwas.
But my heart didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Just like after her kiss, it continued beating like it was working overtime.
“Harp—”
I crashed my mouth over hers. I couldn’t explain why, only this was the only way I could seem to get my thoughts and feelings out. They were all jumbled and confused and sticking at the base of my throat. But feeling her body mold back into mine as my own did everything it could to try to fuse her into myself, I think I at least showed her something.
Showed her that I no longer knew a reality where it was okay to be detached from her. This was it now. This was the single most right feeling I’d experienced in my life and if we could live in the weird ball of hay, I’d build a house right here where it all became clear.
Pulling away, my forehead rested on hers and we started the breathless cycle once again. My feelings and words were still tied up, but at least I’d given her something to go off of.
“Harper,” she breathed again. Her voice trembled. And it seemed like that was all she was going to say until she panted out. “Was that okay?”
“That better be a joke.”
“It’s not.”
“I can’t even think straight, Ally,” I said. “Okay is too weak a word.”
“What are some good words, then?” she whispered, and I found out then that I would have to find my words fast, because it looked like my girl liked to be told how good she did.
“Beautiful,” I started. “Fucking beautiful, Alta.”
She hummed, her eyes closing as she wrapped herself tightly around me.
