might launch into orgasm like a rocket if she wasn’t careful.
"Oh fuck," he muttered, his breath jerking all over the place. "I can't…help it…oh, girl."
He put his hand on her head and thrust his pelvis forward. His orgasm flowed out of him in endlessly long luscious waves, while she kept him locked in her mouth, taking all he had to give her, emptying him.
Time seemed to stand still, the world suspended around him until the wild sensation settled into a warm glow and his eyes were able to focus once more.
Even now, she still held on to his cock, licking up the remnants of his semen as if she could never, ever get enough.
"You…" he said brokenly. "Come here."
She removed his cock from her mouth and licked her lips. She'd obviously swallowed the lot.
She returned happily to his arms, snuggling down. Skin on skin, drowsy and caressed by the fireside warmth, they stayed like that, clasped together until Rhys felt his eyelids droop and his head fall on to Kim's shoulder.
"Bed," he said, yawning and patting her thigh. "It's all right for you, but I've got a four thirty start tomorrow. Not to mention an urgent appointment with the chemist."
He put out the fire then led her upstairs by the hand, feeling ridiculously shy about showing her his bedroom. Nobody had ever been in it except for him.
While she brushed her teeth in the bathroom he darted about tidying things up, not that he had much in the way of clutter. The room was spartan, drab even, if you tried looking at it through female eyes. He'd never imagined bringing a woman here. Perhaps they should have gone over to sleep in the barn, amongst the hay. It would probably be cosier.
She'd think he lived like a student. At first, the bareness of it had been comforting, a reaction against the environment he'd lived in before, but now he realised it made him look depressed. Was he depressed?
He asked himself the question, looking in the mirror, running fingers through his darkening stubble.
"Am I depressed, then? And what do you know about this girl, hey? Do you have any advice for me?"
He heard the unbolting of the bathroom door and grabbed his robe, ready to exchange places with her.
"Sorry about the room," he said, when she wandered in, still gorgeously naked. "It's a bit basic around here."
"As long as there's a bed in it, I don't care," she said, stopping to beg a kiss as she passed him by. He was happy to give it.
"Well, yes, I can offer you that much. Make yourself comfortable. I'll just…"
When he returned from the bathroom, she was already asleep. He knelt down by the side of the bed and looked at her, thinking how odd it was that this was the second time that day he'd watched her like this.
The first time had been just hours ago.
And now, here she was, in his bed, naked and wrung out from the orgasms he'd given her, needing to get all the sleep she could before he got a proper hold of her tomorrow.
"Weird," he whispered. "But thank you." He raised his eyes to the ceiling, addressing an imaginary deity.
Then he set the alarm and climbed into bed.
Chapter Four
The drive to the village seemed longer than ever that day, the farm track waterlogged, while sheep seemed to mock him by standing in his way as he wrestled with the gears in his effort to negotiate quicksand-like patches of mud.
Not only did the rain persist but it was now accompanied by high winds. The growing lambs had been in a panic when he went to feed them earlier, running hither and thither and bleating like mad.
He had returned to the farmhouse sometime between six and seven, but she had still been asleep, so he had made himself a solitary breakfast and busied himself with securing the outbuil dings against the storm until the magical hour arrived when he could head out for the village with its general store.
"Today," he said, trying to ward off some of the irritations of the jo urney, "I am going to have sex. Oh, for God's sake, get off the road, you stupid animal."
He
Zack Stentz, Ashley Edward Miller