And yes, it does involve a rather steamy scene in a tractor… I’ve included a little snippet below.
‘Fuck!’ he groaned, quickly stopping the vehicle and turning off the engine. Suddenly, they were plunged into comparative darkness. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.’
With a gasp of delight, Emily found her footwear being removed, seconds before she was swivelled around on her seat. His mouth crashed against hers as his fingers expertly unfastened every zip, button and fastening that her clothing presented. Before she knew it, his warm hands were running across her nipples, causing all manner of incredible sensations. In the past twenty-four hours, she’d had sex more times than she’d had in years. One might expect her to be exhausted and unable to contemplate another sexual marathon, but on the contrary, she was as ready and raring to go as ever.
‘How is it fair that you’re so fucking sexy?’ he groaned, before dropping his mouth to wrap around a hardened nub, sucking rhythmically.
‘Oh God!’ she shuddered, her hands sinking into his hair, as his mouth showcased its range of obvious talents.
‘Mmm,’ he grunted, moving his mouth across to sample her other nipple. ‘How can any man seriously be expected to resist you?’ Meanwhile, his fingers clamped hard around the abandoned one, pulsing, rolling, teasing. Emily threw her head backwards, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was making her feel. She could already feel her arousal streaming into her panties, preparing herself for a replay of the previous night and that morning, when his incredible cock had disappeared gloriously deep inside her spasming body and she’d come harder than she’d ever thought possible.
‘But what if someone sees us?’ murmured Emily, a natural worrier in any given situation.
‘Mmmm, like who?’ queried Sam, nipping lightly across her neck.
‘I don’t know!’ she gasped. ‘A dog walker?’
‘We’re in the middle of a blizzard, surrounded by four foot of snow. I’m hoping that scenario is fairly unlikely,’ he grinned. ‘Besides, my parents own this land and the chances of them being out in this weather are less than zero.’
Emily failed to look convinced.
‘You could just admit that you don’t fancy me. That you no longer want me,’ Sam grinned, knowing that nothing could be further from the truth. ‘Then, I’ll just pack away my shattered heart and carry on driving,’ he explained, dramatically clutching his hand to his chest.
‘Bullshit!’ smiled Emily in response, sensually running her fingers through his hair. ‘You know exactly how much I want you. It’s just we’re surrounded by windows and I’ve never been much of an exhibitionist. Plus, there’s hardly any room. I’m practically sitting on a gear stick as it is.’
‘Lucky you!’ teased Sam. ‘And a lack of room just means we need to be a little more inventive. Sounds like the first thing we should do is move you across to a different gear stick.’ And with that, Emily found herself being repositioned easily onto Sam’s lap, knees straddling either side of him, forcing her dress to ride up her thighs. Leaning backwards slightly, she accidentally knocked the steering wheel with her ass. A loud horn sounded, momentarily scaring both of them, before they collapsed into uncontrollable giggles.
‘I’m still not sure about being visible through the windows,’ she admitted eventually.
‘All you’ll corrupt is the odd fox, or badger perhaps. Besides, if we’re doing it right,’ explained Sam with a wicked smile, his fingers running along her lace-topped stockings. ‘They’ll be steamed up in no time at all.’
As Sam took Emily’s face gently in his hands, she had no option but to concede to his well-made argument and issued a tiny groan of surrender. Reading the signs perfectly, Sam took possession of her senses. Their kiss was nothing like Emily had ever experienced before; hot, passionate and laced with raw hunger and burning desire. The deep growls emitted from Sam’s throat, as their tongues entwined was a primeval noise that lifted every hair on the back of her neck and clearly vocalised his urgent need for her, in a way that words never would.
Emily arched her spine, pushing her breasts forwards, as Sam’s hands moved from caressing her head and shoulders, to slide temptingly down her back. Upon reaching her hips, he grasped firmly and pulled her down, rocking her pelvis against his own. Controlled by Sam’s strong arms, Emily was aware of a delicious pressure and suddenly felt very exposed. With her delicate, satin panties offering next to no protection, the existence of Sam’s jean-clad, swollen length felt so delightfully naughty against her swollen, throbbing pussy.
‘Uuuuhhhhhhh,’ grunted Emily into his mouth, never once breaking their kiss, aware that Sam’s hands were continuing to explore at will. As his fingers swept over the rounded globes of her ass and slipped beneath her panties to caress her more intimately, the sudden sensation of skin on skin contact felt so intense that she broke their kiss, immediately crying out her desire into the stuffy cab.
‘If you had even the slightest appreciation of how much I need to be inside you right now…’ he muttered in disbelief, expertly pulling her panties to one side, to expose her completely. ‘Then you’d probably be running for the hills to try and escape me.’
‘Fuck!’ gasped Emily, her fingernails digging sharply into his shoulders, as blood pooled low down, making her feel helpless and weak. She was aware of his fingers drifting ever closer to her slippery wetness and needed nothing more than to feel his magical touch again. ‘Please,’ she moaned.
Already appreciating how much Sam liked to tease, she was surprised to feel his playful fingers stroke straight through the centre of her swollen lips. With a deep growl, Emily sank her mouth to his neck, grazing her teeth up to his ear lobe, before suckling it into her mouth.
‘Jeez,’ he grunted. Her actions had apparently broken his self-control. No longer able to hold back, he throttled two fingers deep inside.
‘Uuuuhhhhhh,’ groaned Emily, more with relief than anything. The sexual tension had been growing steadily between the two of them all day. It was only natural to try and release some of the intense pressure. ‘I want you inside me so badly,’ she gasped, unafraid to admit the truth.
‘Yeah, I know,’ he sympathised gently. ‘Not yet though…’
‘Please,’ she begged, needing to feel him stretching her, insatiably using her own body for his own considerable needs.
Retracting his fingers, Sam repositioned his hand and powered back inside. This time, as his long fingers reached their deepest extent, pumping rhythmically, his thumb trapped and circled her clit, causing sensations to leap through her that she knew signalled an oncoming loss of control.
‘Oh fuck!’ Emily shrieked in desperation, her internal muscles clenched around his gently thrusting fingers for all she was worth. It was unexpectedly thrilling, to find out that she had met a partner who could interchangeably switch effortlessly between breathtaking tenderness and being downright dirty, all in the space of twenty-four hours. Meanwhile, Sam watched with delight, as she rode his hand, willingly assisting him with his ultimate goal; the obliteration of her self-control.
‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ she chanted, staring with disbelief into Sam’s adoring gaze. Grasping his shoulders tightly, Emily threw back her head as she desperately tried to consume adequate oxygen, to appease her gasping lungs.
‘Go on, baby,’ he urged gently, aware she was incredibly close. This was already living up to his fantasy, and then some.
Fenella Ashworth is a British author of contemporary erotic fiction. All of her stories are available from Amazon and free for those with Kindle Unlimited access. Her bestselling novels are ‘To Love, Honour and Oh Pay’ and the Daniel Lawson series.
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