For a mere moment, she’d confined herself to lying on top of him in the grass and kissing him like crazy. But it wasn’t long before he had her shirt pushed up, her bra tugged up over her tits and her tits exposed in the air – her tender nipple suddenly in his mouth and swelling from the intense pressure of how fiercely he was sucking on her.
She couldn’t stand it then. She’d reached behind her and unclasped the bra but even that had felt too constricting. She managed to pull the tee shirt and then the bra off completely. It had felt so liberating, she remembered; that was the exact feeling, to be suddenly topless in the warm spring air, with Connor so eager to devour her nipples. It had become quickly obvious that they were going to have to fuck – there was no doubt about it. She was too worked up.
Her hands were at his belt, unbuckling it. Abruptly, his mouth was off her. “Kaylie,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing,” she insisted – hurriedly, as she fumbled with his buckle.
“Not really.” He was mildly alarmed when he felt his zipper coming down. “It could be a couple things,” he stammered, feeling his cock spring out into the warm air. “Oh, Christ, Kay.” He gasped quietly; his head fell back into the grass as he surrendered to his wife’s mouth in utter delight. Her mouth felt so hot and so wet, and she was so greedy about it. She was really sucking on it, creating too much pressure, letting the head of his cock nudge way back in her throat.
“Shit, Kaylie, I’m going to come.”
It was happening too fast. Kaylie stopped. “No way,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t you do that to me, I’m too excited.”
“Kay, what you are doing?” Connor watched his wife with mixed feelings of shock and absolute arousal as she stood up and unzipped her own jeans and then pulled them, and her panties, all the way down. She kicked off her sneakers almost angrily, as if she couldn’t get them off her feet quick enough, and in a heartbeat, she was completely naked. Right out there in the open.
She looked so beautiful, so swept up in her own desire. Connor pulled her down next to him in the grass, then rolled on top of her and mounted her. Her pussy was soaking, completely ready for him. The slick hole opened around his cock and her heat enveloped him. “This is not exactly going to keep me from coming,” he’d warned her; her lips kissing his cheek, his chin, and then even his mouth as he spoke to her. “I hope you know that.”
“I know that,” she insisted quietly. “Just fuck me, honey. Be quiet and fuck me. Come whenever you need to.”
“You mean, in you?” he said in her ear; his voice sounding just as insistent – and just as breathless as hers. “You want me to come in you? It’s okay? It’s not your time or anything?”
“It’s okay,” she’d half-answered, half-cried that day as he’d suddenly gone at her with vigor. “You can come in me,” she’d said, “– oh god.” He was so hard and going in deep. She spread her thighs wider, hiked her legs higher; feeling him going really deep. “Connor, shit – oh god.”
She gripped him tight in her arms and then hugged her knees close to him, letting him go at her very hard and very fast, while she whimpered and cried in his ear in rhythm to every repeated thrust.
Miraculously, he had kept himself from coming right away. Once he’d found his rhythm in her, he’d kept it going, entranced by the sounds of her pleasure. He’d gone at her harder than he usually did; he’d felt that caught up in the rhythm of her cries. He’d never known her to sound so full of lust before. It had finally overwhelmed him.
He came in her, and even though she hadn’t come yet, she’d suddenly felt very exposed out there by the canal bank, on the grass behind some old ranger station – and she hadn’t thought to check if it was occupied or not. She’d hurried to get back into her clothes. It was not a moment too soon.
Connor seemed to be keeping pace with her reveries. “Do you think that the park ranger had been watching us the whole time?”
When Connor spoke, he startled Kaylie back to the present, back to the reality of the car, its heater on high as they drove along 611. It wasn’t spring, it was winter. There was snow out there along the canal now.
Kaylie laughed uneasily. “I don’t know,” she said.
“He sure timed it right, didn’t he? Coming around the back of that house the minute you’d finished putting your clothes on?”
“I’d wondered about that, too – his impeccable timing.”
“And you’d been making an awful lot of noise. He had to have heard you.”
She’d been making a lot of noise; for some reason, hearing Connor say that made Kaylie feel excited again. “Well, he was polite about it, either way,” she said.
“I suppose he was.” Connor gave the idea some thought: a stranger, a man in a uniform, secretly watching him fucking his wife. For a fleeting moment, Connor found the idea curiously appealing but then he let it go.
Kaylie pulled her coat more tightly around her and then snuggled down into the seat. She couldn’t help it; she was horny. Remembering that whole episode had gotten to her. She’d been in a light swoon all day anyway. She tried to distract herself by looking out the window at all the snow-covered scenery: the dusted trees, the hills in the distance, the occasional swath of snowy farmland that would suddenly burst into view. But nothing helped take her mind off it: she wanted to fuck and she wanted to make a baby. In that order. Right now.
“What are you thinking about?” Connor asked her. “You’re so quiet over there.”
“Nothing,” she said. “I’m just looking at stuff.”
“The farmer’s market is just here up the road, you know.”
“Have we already gotten that far?”
“Yep. We’ve gotten that far.”
Why is he looking at me so oddly, she wondered; is he reading my mind? No, she convinced herself. I have a guilty conscience, that’s all. But why should I feel guilty? He’s my husband. I’m allowed to want to have sex with him.
It was the baby stuff she felt guilty about. She’d been pressuring him a lot lately. She found herself unwilling to let him make his own decision about it anymore. For the first time since they’d gotten married, she was ovulating and hadn’t told him. Why was that? Was she hoping to trap him, to assert her will over his constant stalling?
I can’t do that, she told herself. That would be so unfair. He would never forgive me. Well, she realized, he would forgive me, most likely. But maybe he would never really trust me again.
“Kay?” he said. “Did you hear me?”
“No, I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I said it’s closed; you were right – look.”
They had pulled into the farmer’s market and sure enough, it was boarded up for the winter. Not just the outside stalls, which would have been expected, but the inside market was closed for the season, as well. The whole property seemed deserted. The dirt roads that led through the fruit orchards were still dusted in snow; they showed no tire tracks, no footprints.
Connor pulled the car up one of the roads and then stopped the car, putting it in park.
“What are we doing?” Kaylie asked. “Did you want to take a walk in the snow?”
Connor looked at her for a moment. “Not really,” he finally said.
“Connor, what is it?”
“Well, we have plenty of time now. And no one’s here.”
Oh no, she thought, feeling unnerved by that look in his eye. It was highly unlikely that this had been part of his plans for the day; he probably hadn’t brought a condom.
“What do you mean?” she asked naively, stalling a little herself now.
He turned off the car. “You know what I mean.”
“I do?”
He smiled at her sudden reluctance. He liked it when she pretended to be shy. “You do. Come on, should we take a little walk?”
“It’s cold out there.”
“So? It’ll be a new adventure. Come on, Kay. Let’s go.” He unlocked the car doors. The sudden
springing sound of it gave her a jolt. “What’s with you?” he asked, opening his door. “Don’t you want to?”
“I want to,” she said. “It’s just—”
“What? Are you afraid of a little snow?”
“No,” she said.
“Then what is it? Are you afraid I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll come all over yourself – and me, I hope?”
Oh no, now he was going to start talking dirty to her. She was doomed. Just say it, she tried to convince herself. Tell him it’s not a good time; that he’s going to have to be careful because she could get pregnant . . . But then he’ll lose the mood – and fast.
“Come on,” he said again, getting out of the car. “Let’s go. If it’s too cold, we can always come back to the car instead and fuck like crazy teenagers in the back seat. Come on.” He slammed closed his door. Kaylie didn’t move. She watched him come around the front of the car to the passenger side; she watched him open her door. His crotch was at eye level; he had a hard-on inside his jeans.
She looked up at his face. “Surprise,” he said, knowing she’d seen it, his erection nearly bursting open his zipper.
This time she knew she was blushing. “Christ, Connor.”
“Come on, honey.” He reached down and unbuckled her seat belt. “Let’s go take a walk in the snow.”
“But what about the game – don’t you want to be there in time for the face-off?”
“We will. Don’t worry about it.” He took Kaylie’s arm and helped her get out of the car.
The cold air felt sobering but it wasn’t an icy blast; it was bearable. Kaylie took Connor’s hand and they began walking – up the dirt road into the orchards. The trees were breathtaking in the light dusting of snow. And the sky was heavy with another imminent snowfall. It created a feeling of isolation, of being cushioned against the outside world
Connor broke the silence. “No one’s here,” he said. “We are completely and utterly alone – look at this.”
Kaylie looked, they were indeed alone. Quietly, in keeping with the solemnness of their surroundings, she said, “You’re not really expecting me to take my pants off out here, are you?”
“I kind of was,” he said.
“Connor, you’re crazy.”
“Kaylie, come here.” Connor pulled her into his arms and they kissed, their down-filled jackets serving as a soft barrier between them. “This won’t do,” Connor insisted. “Here, let me undo that.” He unzipped Kaylie’s jacket and then unzipped his own. “This is better, isn’t it?” He pulled her to him again and kissed her, this time the warmth of their bodies connected them.
Kaylie felt Connor’s erection pressing up against her and it made her push back against him; she couldn’t help herself. She was getting too worked up for him and it just wouldn’t do, she had to hide it, to keep it locked up tight. It was going to be a lost battle, though, if he kept pushing up against her like this.
“Connor,” she said quietly.
“What?”
She didn’t say anything more; she returned his kisses, finding his tongue with hers; engaging him fully, and moaning in urgency when she felt his hand going up under her sweater. It was ice cold, his hand, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel him touching her skin.
He didn’t go up under her bra, not at first. He seemed content to feel the fullness of her breast while he kissed her. It was Kaylie who wanted her bra undone. She had her coat on, she figured; her sweater was covering most of her; no one would see – if there were anyone watching them, that is. And there wasn’t. She pulled up her own sweater, then, and tugged her bra up over her tits.
“Kaylie,” Connor said eagerly. Kaylie’s nipples were stiff points; her breasts looked too inviting as they rose to attention in the cold air. His mouth was on her in a heartbeat.
Feeling the warmth of his mouth, the pressure of his lips, his flicking wet tongue tormenting her swollen nipple, Kaylie groaned in reluctant defeat. She was too aroused for words now. And words were exactly what she needed to tell Connor to stop, that it was leading them into murky waters; that they, would soon be out of control.
“No,” she whispered quietly, too quietly to be taken seriously. “Connor, don’t.” His mouth had left her nipple and he was kissing his way down her rib cage, down her belly. He was on his knees in the snow and his hands were impatiently pulling the waistband of her pants, her panties, down over her hips. “Don’t,” she insisted again.
Her mound was exposed, and the light swirl of brown hair. Connor caught her scent immediately. “Why not?” he asked, looking up at her – his eyes on fire with lust already.
Kaylie couldn’t resist that look. “I’m going to fall down,” she said.
“Okay,” he said, quickly rising to his feet. Leaving her exposed, he pulled her to an apple tree. “Lean against it,” he said. He went back down to his knees again, only now he pulled her pants and her panties all the way down to her ankles.
“Oh god,” Kaylie squealed. It was really cold out. Before she could protest further, though, two of his fingers went up her hole. She groaned deliriously, in spite of herself and the freezing cold.
“Jesus, Kaylie,” he said. “You are soaking.”
“I know I am,” she whimpered in defeat, succumbing quickly to the sheer pleasure of his steady fingers probing up inside her. And once again, words became too much to manage; she was nothing but moans and little whimpers of delirium as she leaned her weight against the apple tree. Connor’s mouth was on her down there, all over the swelling, sopping lips, his tongue pushing against her aching clitoris, stroking it; his fingers continuing their steady probe.
“Oh god,” she cried again. Her fingers clutched at the rough bark of the tree, her hips pushed her mound out, offering it as best she could to Connor’s mouth. She was as good as naked out there in the winter air and it felt fantastic; her tits exposed, the full length of her aroused body on display, and Connor ardently pleasuring her between her legs. She didn’t know which felt better: the way his fingers pushed up into her, circled inside her and opened her, making her wish she could spread her legs wide for him; or the way his tongue circled her clit, pushed up into its hood, then mashed against it, then circled it again.
She was going to come, but she didn’t want to come like this. She wanted to explode into orgasm on his pounding cock. She wanted to feel impaled on him, ravaged by him while she came. “Let’s fuck,” she blurted.
“Okay,” he agreed, out of breath, his mouth a slick mess now. His nose was filled with the thick scent of just how aroused she was and he could hardly contain his own excitement. “Turn around,” he said, getting up. “Hold on to the tree. Brace yourself against it.”
She did as he asked, turning around awkwardly, her pants still down around her ankles, when the rough bark of the tree suddenly scraped against her exposed tits. “Shit,” she cried, pushing herself away from the tree, steadying herself against the trunk as best she could while keeping her breasts clear of it. Her ass arched up, as if on instinct, readying her to be mounted from behind. And it didn’t take long, a mere moment was all. Connor’s cock was thick and warm and solid as it pushed right up into her sopping, eager hole. It felt incredible, the way it filled her. He felt harder than he’d ever felt to her before – was that even possible?
“Oh god,” she cried, not sure she could take this kind of pounding without something closer to hold on to. “Oh god, Connor.” He had a firm grip on her hips, pulling her ass up higher, getting his cock into her hole incredibly deep; giving it to her with very hard, very quick strokes.
“Can I come in you?” he asked urgently.
“Oh god,” she said again, moaning, her head swimming. It all felt too good, it overwhelmed her – and she wanted a baby; she so wanted a baby. Her ass went up higher, trying to get him all the way up her.
“Can I?” he asked again, his brutal rhythm increasing in her.
“Yes,” she said deliriously. This, too, was almost too quiet t
o be heard – this lie, this deception.
He wasn’t sure what she’d said. “Yes?” he asked. “It’s okay to come in you?”
“Yes,” she said. “Come in me.” Then she whirled to her senses. She shoved him off of her with all her strength and nearly lost her balance. “No,” she cried. “Don’t come in me!”
“Christ,” he yelled frantically. “I’m coming, damn it.”
They uncoupled gracelessly, with Kaylie falling against the tree, scraping herself, and Connor trying to keep himself from falling by keeping his grip on Kaylie’s hips. The unstoppable spurts of his orgasm spattered onto the snow.
He tried to catch his breath. “What the fuck was that, Kaylie?”
“I’m ovulating,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry.” She was too upset to turn around and face him. She felt ridiculous now, bagging the cold rough trunk of the tree, scraped up, with her pants down around her ankles.
Sheepishly, she bent down to pull up her pants. She still refused to meet his gaze. She could feel his anger and could imagine his humiliation. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “I lost my head.”
“Really?” he said – his voice heavy with sarcasm now. He tucked himself into his jeans. “Is that what you call it, losing your head? You didn’t know it this morning when you consulted your little calendar like you always do every single day of the year?”
“I’m sorry, Connor. I really am.” She turned to look at him now and he looked disgusted with her. A moment ago they had been entwined in such connubial bliss. Damn it, she thought. Why had she done it? Or nearly done it – and which idea was worse? They were both pretty lousy ones.
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