to capture and withstand the impact of the man pounding into her. She was breathless and groaning and moaning as the orgasms started to erupt like molten lava, simmering and spewing out of her core. Her blood was nearly boiling when it coated her body in hot sweat and fired up all her nerves, ending in pleasure. AJ, the big, hulking, strong, quiet, unreadable AJ, came into her body with a final, hard, back-breaking push. He had his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, and Kate would not have been surprised if he began to pound his chest like a caveman, since it was that kind of total orgasm.
She lay there, slowly releasing the hay bale from her tightly clenched fists. Blinking, she stared at the open rafters above her. There was an occasional hoot and the fluttering of birds or bats, from the higher beams. A contented silence filled her stunned, spent haze. She swallowed. Sex. Complete, uninhibited sex. No sweet tenderness, or worry of pleasuring each other or even knowing who the other was. It was all about nerve endings and touching and spit and manipulation and genitals. It was hot and furious and fabulous.
She dropped her leg from the heaving, sweating, man at her south end. He closed his eyes, his shoulders dropping in a kind of odd moment. What? Was he feeling defeat? She’d swear that’s what his body language told her.
His shirt was still on, and his jeans were all bunched up at his knees. He leaned over a few inches to grab them, and tugged them on while turning from her as he buttoned them and buckled his belt. He stayed too long turned from her. She shifted her legs, wondering if her spread-eagled sprawl was unlady-like. But her body had practically melted after her climax, and now she felt languid. She could not imagine feeling better than she did right then. She slowly drew her thighs closer together and lifted her hips to pull her skirt lower. Slipping her bra back over her breasts, she sighed as she stretched her long arms over her head.
“AJ?” He still hadn’t turned back towards her. She sat up, concerned. “Hey, AJ?”
He finally looked at her, but his expression was strange. Was it regret? She swore it must have been some kind of lament. She got to her knees and leaned towards him, touching his arm with just her fingertips. “You look traumatized. Didn’t you like that?”
His mouth puckered and he nodded his head in the positive, but then looked away.
She slid her legs to the ground and her pink boots made a soft ping ! on contact. “I did. I don’t know why you’re acting so worried, but I liked that, every single minute of it.” She rose up to her full height with a genuine grin and began looking for her shirt. There it was. Wadded and wrinkled after landing in the dirt from being hurled against the wall of the barn.
“I never knew a woman to…”
She glanced up at him as she shrugged into the tank top. “Enjoy sex? What? Who do you usually sleep with? Virgins?”
“…come on so strong.”
She wiped off the dirt. “Oh, AJ, honey, that wasn’t strong.” She laughed at his stricken expression. “Strong would have been if I tried it on the first day, like I fantasized doing.”
He kept his gaze away from her. She sighed again. She wasn’t sure how to deal with his shyness. Was he regretting that? Who could regret the physical release and pleasure they both just received… and not once, but twice? No one would regret that. How could he?
She turned and quickly dispatched the used condoms and wrappers by crushing them in a tissue she pulled out from her purse, which had fallen to the ground just outside the truck. He cleared his throat and shifted his toe forward, tracing circles in the dirt with the tip of his boot. Why all the hesitancy? “Is there something wrong with you having sex with me?”
Her hands rested on her waist, elbows out, her mouth turned down in frustration. Who reacted that way after sex? Regret? Why? Because she didn’t simper and preen like it was all
She lay there, slowly releasing the hay bale from her tightly clenched fists. Blinking, she stared at the open rafters above her. There was an occasional hoot and the fluttering of birds or bats, from the higher beams. A contented silence filled her stunned, spent haze. She swallowed. Sex. Complete, uninhibited sex. No sweet tenderness, or worry of pleasuring each other or even knowing who the other was. It was all about nerve endings and touching and spit and manipulation and genitals. It was hot and furious and fabulous.
She dropped her leg from the heaving, sweating, man at her south end. He closed his eyes, his shoulders dropping in a kind of odd moment. What? Was he feeling defeat? She’d swear that’s what his body language told her.
His shirt was still on, and his jeans were all bunched up at his knees. He leaned over a few inches to grab them, and tugged them on while turning from her as he buttoned them and buckled his belt. He stayed too long turned from her. She shifted her legs, wondering if her spread-eagled sprawl was unlady-like. But her body had practically melted after her climax, and now she felt languid. She could not imagine feeling better than she did right then. She slowly drew her thighs closer together and lifted her hips to pull her skirt lower. Slipping her bra back over her breasts, she sighed as she stretched her long arms over her head.
“AJ?” He still hadn’t turned back towards her. She sat up, concerned. “Hey, AJ?”
He finally looked at her, but his expression was strange. Was it regret? She swore it must have been some kind of lament. She got to her knees and leaned towards him, touching his arm with just her fingertips. “You look traumatized. Didn’t you like that?”
His mouth puckered and he nodded his head in the positive, but then looked away.
She slid her legs to the ground and her pink boots made a soft ping ! on contact. “I did. I don’t know why you’re acting so worried, but I liked that, every single minute of it.” She rose up to her full height with a genuine grin and began looking for her shirt. There it was. Wadded and wrinkled after landing in the dirt from being hurled against the wall of the barn.
“I never knew a woman to…”
She glanced up at him as she shrugged into the tank top. “Enjoy sex? What? Who do you usually sleep with? Virgins?”
“…come on so strong.”
She wiped off the dirt. “Oh, AJ, honey, that wasn’t strong.” She laughed at his stricken expression. “Strong would have been if I tried it on the first day, like I fantasized doing.”
He kept his gaze away from her. She sighed again. She wasn’t sure how to deal with his shyness. Was he regretting that? Who could regret the physical release and pleasure they both just received… and not once, but twice? No one would regret that. How could he?
She turned and quickly dispatched the used condoms and wrappers by crushing them in a tissue she pulled out from her purse, which had fallen to the ground just outside the truck. He cleared his throat and shifted his toe forward, tracing circles in the dirt with the tip of his boot. Why all the hesitancy? “Is there something wrong with you having sex with me?”
Her hands rested on her waist, elbows out, her mouth turned down in frustration. Who reacted that way after sex? Regret? Why? Because she didn’t simper and preen like it was all
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