A Place To Stay

Spring had finally begun. The snow had all but melted, and Cliff hoed the ground as Claire sketched up a plan for her early summer crops. Turnips in a row going this way, and potatoes in thick patches beyond that. She kneeled and sorted through the bags of seeds she had purchased from Jeff’s supermarket. Cliff paused in his work, leaned against the handle of the hoe, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of one gloved hand. Claire smiled at him, and he smiled back. “That’s good, honey, that’s enough tilled land for now,” she said to him as she hoisted up the bag of turnip seeds and began planting them as she had planned.

“Phew, good!” Cliff signed and stretched. “I’m going to get a shower while you plant those.”

He walked off towards the house. Claire hummed to herself and she worked. Just as she was finishing a few minutes later, it startled to sprinkle. She quickly wrapped up what she was doing as it turned into a downpour. She wiped off her hands and ran towards the house, kicking off her shoes at the door and going inside as quietly as she could.

Cliff was still in the shower. She quickly shed her own clothes and slipped surreptitiously in behind him. “Hey!” he yelled out, spinning around, surprised but pleased. She leaned forward to kiss him, the warm water splashing her face and wetting her hair. He kissed back, his hands sliding all over her body. She pulled away and grabbed the soap and washcloth, lathering it up. She soaped up his body, paying special attention to a certain body part that was growing larger with every second. He leaned heavily against the shower wall and groaned.

She dropped the soapy washcloth and let the warm water rinse his body clean, then she kneeled down in front of him. He gasped with delight, realizing her intentions. She kissed his stomach, his thighs, everywhere but right there. He groaned in frustration and then in delight as her lips found his swollen member, and she took it into her wet, warm mouth. She tasted him enthusiastically as he held onto the wall for dear life, crying out her name. The fingers of his free hand tangled into her hair, exciting her as well.

She looked up at him and their eyes met, and there was an understanding that needed no words. He reached behind him, shutting off the faucet quickly. She stood up, yanking back the shower curtain. He stretched out and grabbed two towels off the rack, passing one to her. They hurriedly dried off their bodies and hair as best they could, then raced each other to the bed. She landed on her back and he was just a moment behind, layering himself on top of her. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, lingered slightly on her breasts, then moved down her stomach. She spread her legs eagerly and he complied, burying his face in her still damp flesh.

His tongue was warm and soft, and she cried out in pleasure. He lapped at her hungrily, and then darted his tongue in and out of her. He brought one of his hands near his mouth and sucked one finger for a moment, and then plunged it deep inside of her. Claire screamed out in pleasure, thrusting her hips up at him. He eased a second finger inside, and used his other hand to rub slow tortuous circles on her sensitive nub. Her fingers dug into the sheets in pure ecstasy, her eyes closed tightly. She opened her eyes for a moment and took in the sight: his long brown hair, wet and splayed over his shoulders, his handsome face buried between her thighs, and his huge, very erect manhood standing at attention.

Claire gasped “I need you, I need you.” He didn’t waste a second and brought himself up to meet her, thrusting himself deep inside of her. She screamed out, moaned, and cried out his name. He groaned and pressed as deep as he could. Faster and faster he went, until he stopped abruptly, pulling out, gasping for air. “I’m too close,” he whispered. Deftly she flipped him over using her thighs, a startled and pleased look on his face. Climbing on top of him, she used her thumb and forefinger to reinsert him and began grinding against him.

He looked up at her, in sheer awe. “You are so beautiful,” he gasped unevenly. She clamped down on him, the pressure building up. She brought her torso down closer to him, finding his lips and kissing him sweetly, their chests pressed together as she climaxed heavily, crying out his name over and over for what seemed like hours. She collapsed against him, her head in the nook of his neck and shoulder. She breathed heavily, gasping and whispering incoherently, and planted dozens of kisses on his skin.

“How do you want me now?” she whispered shyly.

“From behind,” he replied huskily, and she pulled off of him, swiftly moving in front of him on her hands and knees. He kneeled behind her and plunged into her wetness with one hard thrust. He started to grind into her, then he pulled all the way out and plunged all the way back in, over and over. She screamed out in ecstasy. She came straight up onto her knees in front of him, her arm snaking around his neck, as he exploded inside of her in giant powerful waves.

She turned her head to the side and kissed him, his lips salty from the perspiration on his face. They pulled apart carefully, and collapsed on the bed together. She cuddled up next to him.

“Oh yeah, what about those turnip seeds?” he asked, still somewhat breathless.

She giggled and nudged him. “I got them all planted.”