CHAPTER TEN

The next week was more of challenge than the week before. When Christina had still been a virgin, she hadn't realized the full extent of pleasure that was to be had. Now that she did, she wanted to taste more of it.

Unfortunately, Jeremy refused to cooperate.

He'd turned tender suddenly, happy to make out behind the barn and cop a feel in the kitchen, but nothing else. He tucked her into bed every night with a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Why can't we just exhaust ourselves with sex so that we don't have to think about the future?

It wasn't the first time that thought had entered her mind in the last week. Every night she lay awake, wondering how she was going to let him go when it was time for him to leave.

It was getting harder and harder to think about it as the day crept closer and closer. Especially now that he was being so sweet.

They spent their evenings under the stars up by the lake, talking and sharing, spinning plans for the future while counting stars. Christina had become so comfortable, so content, that she often fell asleep with her head in his lap as he ran his fingers through her hair and told her stories from his life.

It feels like a real romance, not a summer fling. And that was the rub.

If she was going to let him go, and she had to, then it was time to focus at getting things back into the physical. Their bodies could connect, but not their hearts.

That afternoon, Christina was bent on seduction. She cornered him in the barn where he was stacking hay bales. His shirt was off, and sweat slicked his chest. He was perfection, a beam of sunlight making his golden hair shine and his tanned skin glow.

She wanted him more than any achievement or accolade.

"What's up, buttercup?" Jeremy stacked another bale, then wiped his brow.

"I see you know a lot about stacking hay," she said, "but what do you know about rolling in it?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "I know a little, I reckon," he said, taking off his gloves and tossing them onto a nearby bale.

"Oh yeah," she said, moving forward, her hands dug into the pockets of her short cut-offs. "Show me."

Jeremy shook his head. "Anyone could come in here, Chrissy."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Then let's go up there." She pointed to the loft. When he didn't move, she sauntered over to the ladder. Looking back over her shoulder, she crooked a finger at him. "Come on, cowboy."

He moved to the bottom of the ladder and watched her climb up, a cheeky smile on his face. Then he hurried up the ladder and grabbed her, his hands sliding around her hips to clutch her behind.

"Little girl, you're looking for trouble."

She laughed. "Please tell me I've found it."

Jeremy kissed her. This time he was the impatient one. His tongue ravaged her mouth and she moaned, her core clenching with need.

He fell to his knees, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them down. Then he pressed his face to the outside of her panties and inhaled.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said. "You even smell gorgeous. How do you do it?"

"A bottle of bourbon and a pack of cigarettes a day. That's my secret."

Jeremy laughed. "Such a little smart ass." Then he pulled her panties to the side and pressed a kiss into her pussy, licking at it several times as she watched him.

"Oh my God," she said, not sure what to do. Part of her wanted to push his head away, but when he kissed her again, the other part of her wanted to pull his head in and never let him go.

He began licking and sucking again, his tongue probing into her until her knees were shaking. He held her up as he went down on her, his long, slow licks driving her wild. Then he found her clit and she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming.

He flicked her sensitive nub, over and over, her body aching for the deep penetration she knew he was capable of. That was it. She came hard, shaking so much that he had to lower her gently to the floor.

"So hot, baby," he whispered into her ear.

Christina realized then that he'd given her three orgasms and only had one himself. He was supposed to be teaching her things, so he could teach her how to reciprocate.

"Take off your pants," she said softly, as he stiffened.

"Chrissy, we don't have--"

"Stop," she said, turning to face him. "You just took your time with me. I want to do the same for you."

He stared into her eyes, and she saw uncertainty in his.

"Please?" She gave him a shy smile.

Jeremy stood and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. His underwear followed, and she finally got an up close with his manhood. She fixed her clothes and moved to her knees, licking at her lips as desire burned her insides.

It was large, larger than she would have imagined. A glossy drop of pre-cum dripped down the front of his shaft and she leaned in, running her tongue through it. She gripped his thighs as he groaned and reached out to steady himself with a hand on a nearby wall.

The look in his eyes as he stared down at her left her with one conclusion. He wanted this. Bad. It made her feel powerful.

"Open up," he said, angling his cock toward her mouth, brushing it across her lips, teasing her with it.

Christina wasn't sure exactly what to do, so she began as he did, pressing little kisses along the length of him. Growing braver, she began to lick, her long, slow strokes mirroring his own.

"Oh, damn," he moaned. "You're gonna drive me crazy like that."

She looked up at him as he twitched in her hand.

"Suck it gently," he said, nudging her softly.

Christina opened to him and began to suck, realizing that she enjoyed it. A lot. She licked at new bead of wetness siting on the tip and was rewarded with a groan, followed by another little drop.

Christina sucked, taking him deeper, wanting to please him. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth and it made her want more. Always more with him.

"Hang on," he said, pulling away.

Christina frowned in disappointment. “What?”

Jeremy chuckled, going down to his knees beside her, then laying down on his back.

"You can have your toy back," he said, then reached up to pull her hips towards him. "I want to taste you while you taste me."

She realized what he meant and moved her legs so that he could have access to her. Then she resumed her exploration of his body, her face lined up perfectly with his cock.

Christina jerked as he slid a finger deep inside of her as she hovered over the top of him. The warm, naughty sensation was so damn good that it forced her to suck harder. She was desperate to give him the same intense pleasure he was giving her.

His mouth soon found his way to her and it became a race to the climax. His moans increased, but hers kept pace. They became frenzied, Christina using her hands and mouth while he licked her clit and probed her deeply with his fingers.

Finally, she could take it no more. Her climax came over her like a tidal wave and she cried out. She went limp for a moment, then realized he was still throbbing under her. Christina sucked him in deep, and ran her nails over his sack, gripping the extra skin and pulling a little.

"Hell, yes," he groaned. "I'm going to come," he said, pulling himself out of her mouth. A few more strokes, and his climax hit, his manhood jerking while jets of semen shot it over his stomach and chest.

"Holy shit," he said, when he'd caught his breath. "I can't believe you made me explode like that, and on your first try. What the hell, woman?"

Christina beamed, leaning back in the hay. “Guess I was made for you.”

“I’d say so.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, his tone a little too deflated for the experience they’d just shared.

Was he thinking about leaving? About life without her in the future? How could he not be?