He looked down at me, his hand in my hair working now to guide me over his length, pressing deep into my throat while I watched him watching me.
“That’s it, girl,” he said, his hold tightening, moving me faster, going deeper.
I gripped his thighs, trying to stay relaxed while he fucked my mouth.
“And as much as I want to shoot down your little throat,” he said after a while, pulling me off of him and raising me to stand before kissing me once more. “I want something else.” He turned me, his breath at my neck as he kissed me, pushing me to bend over the stacked bales of hay. “As much as I like it, I really want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours now.”
I bent, stretching my arms wide as he spread my cheeks apart and slid his length into me, causing me to moan.
“So hot and tight,” he said. “And that pretty little ass is so nice to watch.” He pulled me wider, his thumb coming to press against my bottom hole.
“Please…”
“Come, Lily,” he said, “Come on my cock.”
He began to fuck me harder then, his breath coming short as he dug his fingers into me, his thumb pressing into my asshole, his cock swelling, the walls of my pussy contracting around it, milking it as I came, forcing a cry from his lips as he stilled, his cock throbbing inside me as he came, filling me.
He wrapped me in a blanket afterwards, just as the first roll of thunder sounded. I watched while he brought the horses back inside, settling them in their stalls, leaving the large doors of the barn open. We sat together quietly watching the storm, tucked safe and warm in the blanket, into Lake’s shoulder, his arms around me holding me tight.
“You want a boy or a girl?” I asked, turning my face up to his, nuzzling my chin against the stubble along his jaw.
He smiled, but I knew he also worried. We both did. A child made us vulnerable. Again.
He looked at me. “I want a healthy baby.”
I smiled, tears warming my eyes.
Lake cupped the back of my head and kissed my forehead, holding his lips there. “I love you, Lily.”
I closed my eyes, tears sliding down my face. I laid a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath my palm.
“I love you, Lake.”
The End