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She digs her heels into my lower back, forcing me to fuck her faster, deeper, harder. I draw my hips away, but she clamps around my body and makes sure I can’t escape. My strokes are fast and hard. The sound of our lovemaking echoes through the vineyard.
“Don’t you stop!” Her eyes are hooded as she stares up at me. A drop of sweat falls onto her cheek, and in this light, it almost looks like a tear. “Fuck me! FUCK ME! Don’t you fucking stop.”
What a dangerous suggestion. I can’t stop even if I want to—even if someone presses a gun to my temple and threatens to pull the trigger. My hips seem to take on a life of their own, thrusting in and out as the sun dips ever lower into the western sea.
A flock of small birds rises to the sky, startled by our cries of passion. They dart out of a nearby bush, their bodies a flurry of black blurs over the pink clouds—the same shade as Emily’s nipples. I pull them into my mouth, one after the other, suckling until they harden into solid buds before I look back into her eyes.
She presses her lips against the side of my neck, and her teeth graze the sensitive skin. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she whispers. “Fuck me until you ruin me.”
And then, she pulls away, lips moving and voice so soft that it’s almost as if she’s talking to herself.
“Fuck me like I’m a whore.”
The small hairs along my body rise from her warm breath. Her ragged breaths skim over my flesh, making a new ache in my lower belly. A place that yawns like a cavern wanting to be sated by something only she can give me.
Chasing the rising lust, I pound into her mercilessly. My arms hook her knees, bending her in half, with her feet by her ears. She shrieks, writhing as her pussy clenches around my cock.
Does she understand just what she’s doing to me?
No … How can she, when I barely understand myself?
She screams, her nails raking against my muscles.
Tensing up, I pump my swelling cock into the depths of her wet, inviting pussy. It bounces off her softness, each ripple of her muscles squeezing me delightfully.
And then it happens.
Her orgasm flutters around me like a thunderclap, her back arches into me, and her nails dig painfully into my flesh.
The sensation pushes me over the edge, and all control shatters as thick ropey spurts of cum flood into her. Emily’s legs wrap around my waist, trapping me to her as her pussy milks me for every last drop.
Whatever reason at the edge of my mind is chased away by the searing heat and bliss of my own orgasm. She holds me there, quivering, until my cock starts to soften. The breeze tickles over my skin, cooling the sweat.
Her eyes are closed, her breathing even. The sunset has turned the contrast up, giving her sharper shadows and paler skin.
“I’m a whore …” she turns her face away from me, whimpering. “A good little whore.”
My heart thuds erratically as I stare down at her. There’s no mistake in my heart now. Somethingisdifferent.
Emily opens her eyes and sits up on her elbows, adjusting her dress until it covers her breasts again.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“I’m fine.” Emily tenses up like I’ve slapped her. “We should go back before it gets dark.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
“Well, I am.” Fixing the hem of her dress, and hiding away her lovely legs, she folds her knees as she sits up. “When we get back, I want you to fuck me again.”
Something is definitely wrong.
“Emily.” I reach for her hand and she at least still permits me to do this little gesture. “If you’d just tell me what’s wrong, then I can help you fix it. Please.”
She casts her eyes down for a moment, and I dare to believe that she’ll actually tell me. But when she returns her gaze to mine, the sadness doesn’t go away.
“There’s nothing for you to fix.”
She doesn’t say a word on the entire ride back, and my heart shreds from her refusal to answer until it’s nothing but pieces.
