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little mad. She had him under a spell, always ravenous for more of her, always thinking of her, always wanting more of her than he could have.
Should he just draw back a little and appreciate it for what it was – incredible no-strings sex? He had a niggling feeling that this was no longer possible for him. He had crossed a line and now , every time they got close, he was going to fear the moment she had to say goodbye.
He lapped up her juices, grabbing her arse cheeks as she squirmed against his face, moaning out her orgasm. Having a little way to go until he reached his own climax, he decided not to let up on her but to continue the pressure. He knew she would feel sensitive there and if he carried on licking it would be exquisite torment for her. This gave him a sense of satisfaction, as if he were gaining some kind of obs cure equality with her. She would never have another man like him.
Her voice vibrated around his cock, a little whimper of protest at his failure to have mercy upon her. Her poor pussy had been so thoroughly used these past few days that penetrative sex was off the agenda for the evening, but she hadn't put any limits on her clit. That was going to get the full treatment.
He held her by the tops of her thighs a nd growled into her spread lips. Again, that vibration, tickling his shaft from root to tip. She tried to kick, but he had her fast. Her sucking of him gathered pace and she used her tongue with skill, flicking at the underside of his cock. When she took hold of his tight sac and squeezed, he felt his control fly out of reach. Keeping his mouth firmly on her clit, he thrust himself down her throat, giving her every drop, giving her everything he was.
In that orgasmic moment, he knew for sure that he couldn't let her go.
When eventually they sat back up, groggy and shining with sweat, there was a strange barrier of shyness between them. Kim, not looking at him, took a sip of wine.
"Did I taste that bad?" he said, but it didn't sound like a lighthearted remark somehow.
She shook her head.
"You taste good," he told her. "I could eat you for hours."
She swallowed, a slightly bitter look on her face.
"You're too bloody perfect," she said, and he had the strong feeling it wasn’t a compliment. He could hear the tears on the edge of her voice.
"Hey," he said, reaching out, but she took up the wine again.
He looked down at the chess board.
"I can check mate you in two moves," he said.
"Go on, then. I've lost this game anyway."
He moved his pieces around the board, idly, a formality.
"That's that, then," said Kim.
"Not quite. One more forfeit."
"Rhys, I'm done in."
"Tell me something. How long are you staying?"
She looked up at him.
"As long as I can," she said.
Chapter Seven
"You're sure you don't want to come with me?"
Rhys, aided by Skip, was herding sheep up on to the trailer while Kim watched, barefoot and virtually bare-arsed, holding on to a mug of tea as if her life depended on it.
She shook her head, smiling wistfully.
"Another time," she said.
"I was thinking we could get lunch out. And you need clothes. Are you really prepared to trust to my taste?"
"As long as you don't get them from the sex shop."
"I'm pretty sure there's no sex shop in Brecon. They've got some good pubs though. Come on. You'd like it."
She shook her head.
"I'm going to give the farmhouse a good clean. Top to bottom," she said.
He made a disappointed face.
"I'll miss you," he said, trying to keep his tone light.
"Hurry back then," she said, with the same strange, tight intonation.
He scooped her up for a goodbye kiss, making her spill tea on the mess of dried mud, straw and chicken feed she stood on, then jumped into the jeep and turned the key in the ignition.
He watched Skip bound after her, back to the kitchen, from the rear view mirror. He felt a little flat. He couldn't deny he'd been looking forward to squiring her around Brecon, though he could understand that she didn't want to
Should he just draw back a little and appreciate it for what it was – incredible no-strings sex? He had a niggling feeling that this was no longer possible for him. He had crossed a line and now , every time they got close, he was going to fear the moment she had to say goodbye.
He lapped up her juices, grabbing her arse cheeks as she squirmed against his face, moaning out her orgasm. Having a little way to go until he reached his own climax, he decided not to let up on her but to continue the pressure. He knew she would feel sensitive there and if he carried on licking it would be exquisite torment for her. This gave him a sense of satisfaction, as if he were gaining some kind of obs cure equality with her. She would never have another man like him.
Her voice vibrated around his cock, a little whimper of protest at his failure to have mercy upon her. Her poor pussy had been so thoroughly used these past few days that penetrative sex was off the agenda for the evening, but she hadn't put any limits on her clit. That was going to get the full treatment.
He held her by the tops of her thighs a nd growled into her spread lips. Again, that vibration, tickling his shaft from root to tip. She tried to kick, but he had her fast. Her sucking of him gathered pace and she used her tongue with skill, flicking at the underside of his cock. When she took hold of his tight sac and squeezed, he felt his control fly out of reach. Keeping his mouth firmly on her clit, he thrust himself down her throat, giving her every drop, giving her everything he was.
In that orgasmic moment, he knew for sure that he couldn't let her go.
When eventually they sat back up, groggy and shining with sweat, there was a strange barrier of shyness between them. Kim, not looking at him, took a sip of wine.
"Did I taste that bad?" he said, but it didn't sound like a lighthearted remark somehow.
She shook her head.
"You taste good," he told her. "I could eat you for hours."
She swallowed, a slightly bitter look on her face.
"You're too bloody perfect," she said, and he had the strong feeling it wasn’t a compliment. He could hear the tears on the edge of her voice.
"Hey," he said, reaching out, but she took up the wine again.
He looked down at the chess board.
"I can check mate you in two moves," he said.
"Go on, then. I've lost this game anyway."
He moved his pieces around the board, idly, a formality.
"That's that, then," said Kim.
"Not quite. One more forfeit."
"Rhys, I'm done in."
"Tell me something. How long are you staying?"
She looked up at him.
"As long as I can," she said.
Chapter Seven
"You're sure you don't want to come with me?"
Rhys, aided by Skip, was herding sheep up on to the trailer while Kim watched, barefoot and virtually bare-arsed, holding on to a mug of tea as if her life depended on it.
She shook her head, smiling wistfully.
"Another time," she said.
"I was thinking we could get lunch out. And you need clothes. Are you really prepared to trust to my taste?"
"As long as you don't get them from the sex shop."
"I'm pretty sure there's no sex shop in Brecon. They've got some good pubs though. Come on. You'd like it."
She shook her head.
"I'm going to give the farmhouse a good clean. Top to bottom," she said.
He made a disappointed face.
"I'll miss you," he said, trying to keep his tone light.
"Hurry back then," she said, with the same strange, tight intonation.
He scooped her up for a goodbye kiss, making her spill tea on the mess of dried mud, straw and chicken feed she stood on, then jumped into the jeep and turned the key in the ignition.
He watched Skip bound after her, back to the kitchen, from the rear view mirror. He felt a little flat. He couldn't deny he'd been looking forward to squiring her around Brecon, though he could understand that she didn't want to
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