A Farmer's Christmas

by Lilliana Rose

  “Felt good, hey,” he whispered into her ear. She sighed with pleasure, eyes closed, her facial expression clear she’d enjoyed every second.

  Slowly, he removed his hand. She sighed with a hint of disappointment.

  “It’s not over yet.”

  Fuck, he wanted to be inside of her.

  He spun her around to face him. She looked up at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes. It only made him want her more.

  “What if someone sees us?”

  “Who?” He raised his eyebrow. They were far enough away from the house that they wouldn’t be seen. The alpacas didn’t care about them. All that mattered was them, and he planned to take full advantage of this time together.

  “True.” Her face relaxed, desire filled her eyes, and a fire of passion blazed there begging him to put it out.

  He groaned with delight as he pushed his hands under her top, edging it up over her breasts. She helped to remove it, and he dropped it to the ground, returning his hands to her body. Her skin felt as if it were on fire. He moved his hands to the back of her bra, unclipping the hook, and he pulled it away, eager to see more of her.

  She looked delightful and ready for him—nipples hard, breasts full and needy. She grinned cheekily at him, lifted one of her legs over his hips, pushing into him. He could feel his cock hardening and pulsing with the need to release.

  Just a little longer, he told himself.

  He placed his hands on her ribs. His thumbs reached up to feel the base of her breasts, the heaviness as they hung free. He cupped one hand on a breast, playing her nipple between this thumb and finger, rolling with enough pressure to add a painful pleasure ripping through her body. He felt her convulse from the bolt of desire. His mouth clasped on her other breast, sucking with intent, her noises loud and satisfying to hear as she gave over to his touch and the pleasure between them.

  He felt her hands move between them, tugging at the zipper on his jeans, pushing the denim material out of the way. He moaned as her hand wrapped around his cock and moved slowly back and forth, pumping the pleasure to the surface of his body.

  He couldn’t wait anymore.

  With a swift movement, he pushed down her pants and panties, and she wriggled her legs out. Then he lifted her, and her legs wrapped easily around his waist. His cock poised at her entrance, her juices thick and hot. Then he plunged upward, her muscles parting to let him in, then convulsing back over his cock. He moaned as he managed to keep control from releasing just yet. He held her around the hips and positioned himself. An expression of pleasure on her face caused a flood of heat and lust through his body. She wrapped her hands around his neck, holding on tight and kissed him passionately.

  He moved his hips back, then forward, keeping the rhythm, feeling her lose herself in the pleasure. Her sounds came quicker, louder, sharper, and he got to the point where he couldn’t hold back anymore and let himself go, just as she jerked with an orgasm ripping through her body, sending his own wild and tipping over into bliss.

  She gave a final gasp, her body went limp in his arms, and he held her tight as the pleasure exploded between them, pulsing with electrifying energy.

  Ben gracefully lowered her, so she stood next to him, her feet back on the ground. He kissed her gently. There was so much he wanted to say to her. Thanks for taking a risk and moving here. Thanks for being patient while I work long hours. But his mind was fuzzy with the afterglow. All of that could be said later. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her once more.

  “I love you,” he murmured. That was all he needed to say.

  “I love you, too,” she answered.

  That was all he needed to hear.

  Raven blushed as she dressed. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  Ben laughed. “Yes, you can.” He pulled up his jeans. “We used to do this only once a year, or have you forgotten?”

  “I haven’t forgotten.” Though it had felt like a longer wait than a year, which was stupid because, of course, it hadn’t been. “It’s just good to…” She felt the heat intensify on her cheeks.

  “What, fuck me in nature?”

  She playfully slapped him on the arm and laughed. “No. Yes.” She rolled her eyes.

  “You’re confusing a man here.” He winked at her.

  Raven paused, lowered her voice. “I’ve missed this.”

  “Raven, I’m sorry.” He embraced her. Warmth wrapped around her, and she rested her head on his chest, breathing in his masculine scent, hinted with dust. She like this new smell of his.

  “I shouldn’t have said anything.” This wasn’t the time to bring in how lonely she feels, not when she had a plan to get more involved, but somehow, the words had slipped out.

  “I want to say that it’s not always going to be like this, but it will every year at this time. Then there’s the seeding time before winter.” He looked into her eyes. She felt herself go weak in the knees. There was no doubt there was a deep attraction between them. He brushed a loose piece of hair back behind her ear.

  “But you need to know I’m still here, working hard for a future for us.”

  When he spoke ‘us,’ a shiver went through her body. She believed him.

  “I know.” She did know this, and it helped to keep the loneliness she’d been feeling at bay.

  “You’ve given up so much. I want you to know there are no words to express how grateful I am that you’re willing to take a chance on me.”

  “On us,” she corrected.

  He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “On us.” He kissed her softly.

  “There are always things to be doing on the farm, but I’ll make time for you when I can, always.”

  “I should hope so.” She winked at him.

  He cupped his hands around her jawline, stared deeply into her eyes. “I know so.”

  Her skin prickled. How she hoped that his words would keep the feeling of isolation away. She kissed him.

  “Now, I’m sorry, but – “

  “Let me guess, you got a job to do.”

  “Yes.”

  “Can I help?”

  She couldn’t help smiling at the look of surprise on his face.

  Ben took Raven’s arm and inspected it.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Checking to see if you have the muscle power for the job that needs to be done.”

  Raven’s jaw dropped, then she realized he was teasing her. She punched him in the top of his arm as hard as she could.

  “Aw.” He rubbed his arm.

  “So, do you think I’d be strong enough?”

  He chuckled. “I do.”

  “Then lead the way.”

  “I need to unload the feed for the alpacas, but the bags might be a bit heavy for you.”

  “I’ll try.” Raven meant it too. She really wanted to give life on the farm with Ben a go.

  “I think you’re more of a country girl than you realize.” He put his arm over her shoulder and guided her toward the shed.

  “Well, with that in mind, do you think I could join you on the harvester?” There, she’d implemented part of the plan. For some reason, her pulse raced. Would he really want her around, especially when she had no idea how to help or even if she could?

  “I’d love you to join me but only because you used the correct term.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re a hard person to impress sometimes.”

  He leaned in closer to her, his breath hot on her neck. “You looked pretty impressed with me a few minutes ago.”

  She blushed, looked at him with her cheeky expression. “As did you with me.”

  He laughed. “Come on, let’s get this job done, and maybe we could get some more time to impress each other.”

  “Sounds like a very good plan to me.”

  Her stomach fluttered with excitement. This was going to be much better than working on her graphics or doing nothing on the farm. She had wanted an adventure by moving here, and it was long overdue to
step things up to the next level.

  Ben slid the last bag of feed to the end of the tray on his ute. He jumped down. “Ready?”

  “Yes.” Raven grabbed the two ends of the bag, he the other, and together they lifted the heavy bag. “I’ve never been to a gym before, but this is got to be a better workout.”

  He laughed. “I’ve never been either, so I wouldn’t know.”

  “Tell me, then, is this how you get your arm muscles so toned? Moving two dozen bags of feed that weigh a bloody ton.”

  “You telling me I’ve got arm muscles?”

  “You’re getting too carried away.” She rolled her eyes.

  Ben could’ve done this job by himself, taking less time, but it had been much more enjoyable with Raven helping him. It was a real treat to have someone not to just help him but also to talk to.

  Her willingness to get hands-on and not shy away from hard work caused his attraction to her strengthen even more. Like right now. She looked sexy, in her loose pants, low-cut top, and sweat shining on her forehead. Her top was dusty, and there was dirt smeared on her arms. She kept helping him without complaint, or any concern about her clothes, or even if she might break a nail. Raven was a hell of a find in his life those three years ago, and he was feeling lucky. Hell, he’d just got lucky with her, thanks to the hot weather. Watching her work alongside him, he was starting to feel his desires return. They had a bit of time to make up in terms of sexy fun. Ben quite liked the idea that he might get lucky again today. There were half a dozen jobs he should do, but with Raven looking desirable, all he wanted was to be with her.

  Ben kept shuffling backward slowly, checking to see if they were nearly at the other bags and keeping an eye on how well Raven was doing. This was the last bag, and they’d done this twenty-three times already.

  He could see Raven straining and trying to keep hold of the bag. Her arm muscles were taut, knuckles white as she kept the grip on the bag as he shuffled backward into the shed to the pile of bags they had just unloaded.

  “You okay?” he asked, not for the first time. He had a feeling she wasn’t about to admit if she weren’t or if she needed to stop for a break. He wasn’t sure how she was managing to keep going like she was. For him, it was different—he was used to this sort of work. She wasn’t.

  Raven clenched her jaw together, determination spread across her face and nodded.

  He glanced behind him and was relieved to see they were almost at the stack of feed.

  “Drop it here, on top.”

  He saw her about to lose her hold and quickly changed his grip to take the bag.

  “Fuck,” she cursed as he took the bag, swinging it easily on top of the pile.

  “Did you hurt yourself?”

  She shook her head. “I just was so close to getting through without dropping a bag. I wanted to show you that I could do the farm work with you.”

  Ben’s heart melted hearing her words. He strode over, scooped her up into his arms, lifting her off the ground. A surprised squeal came from her as he spun her around before lowering her back down.

  “I’m so impressed with you.” He gazed into her eyes. “You worked so hard.”

  “Really?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “How impressed are you?” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

  He grinned. “This impressed.” He pressed his lips on hers, slowly parting them with his. She leaned into him, returning the kiss, and he felt the connection between them intensify.

  “I don’t think you’re really showing me how impressed you are.” Her eyes sparkled with cheekiness.

  He blew softly on her neck, nibbled at her skin playfully, enjoying seeing her shiver with pleasure.

  “Better?”

  “Getting there. My arms are a bit sore. Come to think of it, I’m sore all over.” She pushed her body into his.

  “Are you suggesting something in particular?” He knew damn well she was angling for a massage.

  “Whatever you think would show me properly how impressed you are with my work ethic.”

  He grinned, reached down, and grabbed her hand. “We better go inside then.”

  “And why’s that?” She let him lead her back toward the house.

  “Follow me, and you might well find out.”

  “Sounds like an offer too good to refuse.”

  “You better believe it.” He glanced at the shed and noticed his mom’s car wasn’t there. “And things have just gotten even better for us.”

  “How?” She frowned.

  “Mom’s car isn’t in the shed, so the house is ours.”

  Raven squealed playfully, shook her hand free from his and started running toward the house. She looked back over her shoulder. “Hurry up, then.”

  Ben laughed. He didn’t need to be told twice. He rushed to catch up with Raven. He might not be about to be harvesting because of the weather, but this was the perfect way to spend a hot afternoon.

  “I need a shower first,” said Raven as she opened the screen door. She hated to think how badly she must smell right now, and her clothes felt like they were clinging to her body.

  “You smell fine to me.” Ben quickly put toe to heel on one boot and pulled it off, then did the other.

  Raven wondered if she should’ve done that to her slip-on shoes. She lifted each foot to look at the sole. Fortunately, they were clean, just a bit dusty which was nothing unusual for around here. At least there was no animal shit—she was getting better at keeping an eye on where she was walking when out on the farm. The last thing she wanted to be doing was cleaning shit off her shoes.

  I should get some work boots.

  “Is your nose blocked or something? I’m pretty sure I stink.” She could feel her shirt sticking to her back from the sweat.

  “You’re fine.” He padded over to her, wrapped his arms around her, and breathed in deeply as if to prove it.

  Raven laughed, trying to push out of the embrace. “Maybe you should have a shower,” she teased.

  “Hey, I don’t smell. I’m a working man.” He grinned at her, keeping his arms around her.

  “Well, working man, what about a shower?” Raven managed to get out of his grip, then slipped inside, and he followed trying to grab her. She laughed and started to move toward the hallway to the room they shared.

  “Where you going?” Ben asked as he moved toward the right to the bathroom. “I thought you wanted a shower?”

  “Yeah, but I need to get fresh clothes,” she called out to him. He had disappeared.

  “Why? There’s just us here.”

  His cheeky tone fueled her curiosity, and she walked back and poked her head into the lean-to of the house where the laundry and bathroom were.

  She wolf-whistled, leaned against the door frame, and took in the sight.

  Ben stood there, his back to her and butt-naked, putting his clothes straight into the washing machine.

  “Stop staring,” he said with a wink as he glanced over his shoulder at her.

  “I can’t. This isn’t a sight I normally see,” answered Raven. His toned muscles from the physical work on the farm were a delight to see. He had tan lines on his arms from where he’d rolled up his shirt when working, but overall, his skin was a lovely olive tone.

  “You’re not going to join me for a shower?” he asked as he put in some soap powder and then set the dials for the washing cycle. “Or you’re going in fully clothed?”

  Instead of answering him, Raven walked up to Ben and embraced him from behind. The heat in his body seeped into hers, sending her need skyrocketing.

  “Oh, hello.” He still messed around with the dials. The beeping a distraction as he flicked between the programs. “I can never work this thing.”

  “So, this is all show for me, is it?”

  “Damn right it is.”

  She giggled, slowly slipped her hand over the front of his hip and over his cock. She took him in her hand, moving back and forth along his length, enjoying h
ow it was hardening. Liquid oozed from its tip, and he groaned softly. She rocked her hips into him as she played her fingers around his tip, pulling the foreskin back and forth. He felt great in her hand. Despite what she’d told him, he smelled fine. She rested her head onto his back, teasing his body toward its peak.

  “You’re meant to be showing me how impressed you are,” she murmured.

  “That’s right.” He spun her around and kissed her as his hands went down to her pants. He broke the kiss and pulled them down along with her panties, kneeling in front of her. She stepped easily from them as she pulled her T-shirt up over her head, letting it float to the ground.

  She looked down at him kneeling in front of her. He glanced up, his eyes full of desire. His hands moved up her legs and rested on her hips. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth onto her mound, kissing hard into her. Her hips naturally rocked forward with the need for more. His tongue flicked down her slit, and she groaned. Her mind spun with the building pleasure. She let her hands fall on his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. He sucked hard into her intimate skin, teasing the pleasure from her body. She closed her eyes, giving over to the sensations he evoked. His tongue danced over the top of her slit playing with the sensitive nerves, pushing her close to her own peak. Her breath quickened, and she tried to hold out, but her body filled quickly with ecstasy, the tension breaking into a delightful orgasm that sent wave after wave of bliss.

  She sighed heavily with the last of the convulsions of the orgasm rattling through her. He kissed her mound softly, aware of how much more sensitive she was now.

  “Does that tell you enough about how impressed I am?” He looked up at her.

  She nodded, smiling, trying to catch her breath as her mind spun with the desire he’d teased from her.

  “Good because I’m not finished.”

  He stood up, running his hands up her body, feeling her curves. He unclipped her bra, moved it away, and then pulled her into his body, her breasts crushing pleasantly into his chest. With the feel of his skin on hers, a fresh wave of desire took hold of her.

  “I’m so glad I impressed you,” she mumbled, her mind blurring with the desire burning through her.