“I want you too much,” she moans. Her hands bite into my thighs as she uses me as leverage to grind down on my hand.
“No such thing, sweetness. No such thing.” I bite her neck and she goes off. My hand covers her scream, protecting her from unwanted attention. She pulses against me and coats my hand with her orgasm. I hold her as she comes down from her high.
When she’s done shuddering and shaking I pull my fingers out and lift her in my arms.
“Where we going?”
“Do you care?” I grin.
“Not as long as we’re together.” She wraps her arms around me and ignores the hoots of encouragement that follow us up to the second floor of the granary. Down the corridor I walk until I find an empty room. And then I lay her down and begin our own private party.