“I’ll kiss you,” Josh says. “But I’m gonna want more. I’m just saying.”
Josh is more than half a foot taller than Emma. He leans his head down toward hers. He twists his head sideways. He looks at the nape of her neck, brushing it softly with his right hand.
She closes her eyes and exhales.
Josh runs his fingers from her neck to and through the strands of her hair. She feels his breath warming her neck. Her torso warms along with it.
Josh clutches his left hand tightly against her lower back, pulling her toward him. She makes a faint grunting noise, and opens her lips slightly. She licks them, her lips, as she did in practice in front of the mirror.
Josh pushes his tongue into her mouth in a straight rigid line, and curls the tip up, licking the top underside of her gums.
“Mmmm,” she murmurs.
Emma opens her mouth wider, rubbing her tongue vigorously against the tip of Josh’s tongue. She licks his teeth, his tongue, and the roof of his mouth, pushing her opened mouth harder and further into his. She wraps her hands and arms around Josh’s waist, drawing him against her body. She feels him firmly against her stomach, and she applies her weight to his while slowly lowering herself to the ground, and pulling him slowly along.
Emma unbuckles her knees and hastens the drop to the barn floor, tugging Josh down as she sashays to the ground, their mouths and tongues interlocked in wet embrace. Josh thrusts his pelvis into her groin. She rubs her hair, freeing the left side from the bobby pin. It flitters into the hay as do they.
“Ahhhhhhh,” Emma moans.
Josh pushes into her again again, harder.
“Ahhhhhhh,” Emma moans.
Emma curls her feet around Josh’s legs, pulling him in tighter to her groin. She reaches to the bottom of her dress, pulling it up to her navel. She feels Josh’s jeans against her skin, and against her lace panties.
He moves his body into her hers, pushing, harder and faster. Emma feels blood racing through her body, to her breasts and to her groin. Her mind jingles, and floats.
Josh pulls up her dress to over her shoulders, exposing her bra.
"Look at you," Josh says, gazing.
Emma blushes.
Josh pulls down her bra cups so that her nipples pop out, pushed upward by the material gathered beneath them. He darts his mouth to her left nipple, circling in saliva with his tongue.
"Ahhh," Emma moans.
Josh darts his tongue to her right nipple, doing the same thing.
She leans back.
"Kiss me," Emma says.
Josh moves toward her mouth.
"No," Emma grunts, parting her legs. "Kiss my pussy. Kiss me there."
She falls back into the hay, and buckles her knees.
Josh falls to his elbows, and moves his face to within inches of her lace-covered crotch.
"Dear God," he says. "You are one beautiful angel."
Josh tugs the crotch of Emma's panties to the side and lashes his tongue from the bottom of her cunt to the top.
She cries out.
"Ooohhh," she says.
Josh is swirling his tongue in circles over her button and darting it into her hole like a velvet dagger.
She is clutching hay in her left hand and her right hand is over her left breast, squeezing it.
"I'm going to come on your face, Josh," Emma says. "Josh...I...I'm...going to come, on your...face."
"Preacher's daughter," Josh says, muffled between licks, "is going to come on my face."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Emma screams, as her torso contorts and she squeezes her breast harder. "Ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Yes. Ahhhhh."
Juice flows into Josh's face from Emma's pussy as her muscles contract and gush it out. Josh laps it up slowly, with his tongue.
Emma relaxes on the barn floor. Josh collapses his arms and falls into the hay.
"That was some kind of kiss," he said. "That was some kind of trick."
"It wasn't a trick Josh," Emma says, hazily.
Minutes pass. How many, she's not sure. But Emma sits up. Josh is leaning against the barn wall and looking at her. He is smiling.
"That was some kind of good," he says.
Emma smiles.
"I was thinking maybe we can do another kind of kiss or something," Josh says.
"No," Emma says. "A kiss. That's all. Remember?"
"No," Josh says. "Best I recall you first said you wanted to fuck. That's what got me down here. Then it was well, 'just a kiss.'
"Granted, it was a good kiss. But it certainly wasn't a fuck because look at this boner I've still got. I can't go home with that."
Josh crawls on hands and knees over to Emma. She has pulled her bra back into place and pulled her dress down. She's brushing the hay from her hair.
Josh moves to her mouth with his. She can smell her juice.
She likes it.