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“Ace, you’ve already used this move—Ow!”

“I didn’t bite your ass last time I used the caveman move on you.” I really shouldn’t have to explain the difference at this point. But the blood rushing to her head may be affecting her reasoning skills.

Her body shakes with her laughter. “Thanks for clarifying that. I totally missed that important point.”

After closing the barn doors behind us, I put her down and point toward the ladder to the loft. “Up we go.”

Once we’re both in the loft, I walk her toward the square bales of fresh, soft hay. As we pass the storage closet, I grab a clean blanket. With the blanket spread out on the hay, I gently push her down until she’s lying flat on her back.

“Here’s another important move in the caveman arsenal,” I explain as I crawl onto her. “The life of a caveman was hard. Always hunting and gathering just to have enough to eat. When food was scarce, he had to be very creative in finding things to eat.”

Her anticipation of what’s to come is building inside. Her chest rises and falls faster, making her breasts surge with each breath. Skimming my fingers up her bare legs until I reach her shorts makes the chill bumps ripple across her skin. Quick with the button and zipper, I slide them over her hips and down her legs, dragging her panties with them.

“And eating this—” my finger gingerly slides down her wetness “—was the equivalent of having dessert before dinner.”

She inhales sharply and sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands curl into fists, gathering the blanket between her fingers as her anchor. She doesn’t realize there’s no anchor known to man that can keep her from soaring in the clouds once I put my mouth on her. Yet. She’s about to find out, though.

“I’m ready for my dessert now.”

Scooping my hands underneath her, I raise her ass off the blanket and prop it up on my bent arms. When my tongue touches her, she releases a pleasure-filled moan. My tongue makes circles around her clit, savoring every bit of her flavor. Intense need immediately overcomes her, and she releases the blanket only to use my hair as her handhold.

Voracious craving engulfs me as I consume every drop of her. My tongue darts in and out of her softness, driving her higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. Her body bucks underneath my mouth, but it doesn’t deter me in the least. Her reaction only encourages me, pushes me to give her more, to take all I want, until she’s completely spent from total satisfaction.

Her grip tightens in my hair, her hands recklessly pull and push my head, and her moans of pleasure quickly become screams of ecstasy. She’s ready, more than ready, and with a scrape of my teeth across her clit as I suck it into my mouth, shudders wrack her body with the powerful orgasm coursing through her. I lap up every drop as her essence spills onto my tongue.

“You taste so f*cking good,” I murmur with my lips still against her core. “Maybe I need to have a second helping today.”

“Oh my God,” she pants. “I’m not sure I can handle seconds right now. That was amazing. Never. In my life.”

“It was my pleasure.” I lick her swollen clit and her legs clench together, holding my head still. “You know that can’t stop my tongue.” Then I demonstrate my point.

“Ace!” The inflection in her voice simultaneously warns and begs me. I love the effect I have on her. “I can feel you smiling against my legs, you know.”

“Loosen your headlock and you won’t have that problem.”

Her legs relax and fall open. Unable to resist the sight before me, my confining clothes are quickly shed and I crawl up her body to take my rightful place. I push her shirt up and pull her bra down to expose her perfect, perky breasts for my feasting. Our bodies intimately joined, we find nirvana as the sweat beads and drips from our exertions. Her scent, the feel of her body, and the sounds she makes are forever burned onto my mind like a brand.

“Umm, Ace, why is this blanket in the barn?”

“We use them sometimes when a mare is about to foal. One of us sleeps here in case the foal is born at night. Why do you ask?”

“Just seemed odd, but now it makes complete sense. Is there a shower here too?”

“There is. Did you not get enough? Want me to show you my special shower moves?”

“That really isn’t a fair question.”

I chuckle at her honesty. “Come on. Let’s go wash off. You’re all sweaty and you got me all sweaty.”

She playfully smacks me on the arm as we stand. We gather the clothes strewn all over the barn loft and quickly rinse off in a cool water shower. While she stands under the spray, I massage her shoulders, still eager to touch her in every way I can. “Was there another reason you graced me with your presence today? Or did you come by here just to seduce me while I was working?”

“Actually, I came to tell you that the home study woman called. She’s coming over the day after the baby furniture will be delivered. Having a bedroom ready for the baby should give us extra points, right?” she asks hopefully.

“I don’t know much about Georgia adoption laws, but I can’t imagine anyone denying you the right to adopt a baby. With or without the furniture. But since we’re in a home that’s already kid-friendly, and soon will be baby-ready, I think this is just a formality.”