Embers In The Barn (L)

(L) – This story contains brief strong language. 

Jared trudged back to the barn, his arms laden with tools.  His sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to his abs, accentuating the muscular frame he’d honed from years of hard labor.  The denim of his jeans hugged his thighs, every step a testament to the day’s work.  As he approached the barn, Jessa’s voice cut through the stillness, her call carrying across the field.  “Jared! Supper’s ready!”

He paused, his chest heaving as he set down the tools, wiping a forearm across his brow.  The barn loomed ahead, its weathered wood a witness to countless moments of their shared life.  Jessa appeared at the doorway.  Her snug jeans hugged her curves, the fabric stretching taut over her hips, while her flannel shirt hung loosely, hinting at the softness beneath.  Her lips curved into a smile that faltered as her eyes landed on him.

“You’re drenched,” she said, her voice catching slightly, as if the sight of him stirred something deeper within her.  She stepped closer, her boots crunching on the gravel.

Jared straightened, his eyes locking onto hers, and in that moment, the fatigue of the day melted away, replaced by a heat that simmered just beneath the surface. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his arms wrapping around her from behind.  His hands slid down her shoulders, tracing the contours of her body with a familiarity of years together.  Her skin was warm beneath his touch, and he felt her shiver as his fingers brushed the swell of her tits.  She leaned back into him, her ass pressing against the bulge in his jeans.  His cock twitched, already hardening at the feel of her against him.

“Jared,” she murmured, her breath quickening as his thumbs grazed her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.  She turned slightly, her lips brushing his jawline.  “Supper’s getting cold,” she whispered.  She unzipped her jeans, the sound of the zipper breaking the silence between them.  She kicked them away, leaving her in her flannel shirt and lace-trimmed panties.  The shirt hung open, teasingly revealing the curve of her tits.  Jared’s gaze devoured her, his hands moving of their own accord, unbuttoning her shirt with ease.  The fabric parted, exposing her tits.

She stepped closer, her hands finding the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head.  His skin was cool to the touch, the sweat drying in the evening air, but the heat between them was undeniable.  Her fingers traced the ridges of his abs, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her lips found his in a kiss that was both tender and desperate.  His tongue met hers, swirling and tangling in a rhythm that mirrored the pulse of their desire.

Jared’s fingers skimmed the waistband of her panties, teasing the edge before slipping beneath.  She moaned into his mouth, her hips pressing forward, her clit rubbing against his abs as she ground against him.  His jeans were next, unbuttoned and discarded, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum.

“Jared,” she gasped.  Her panties were a barrier no longer, torn away in their haste, leaving her bare and open to him.  She guided him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, positioning him at her entrance.  With a slow thrust, he slid into her, her pussy tight and wet, enveloping him.  She gasped, her head falling back, her breasts heaving as he filled her completely.

“So you wanna wild ride, cowgirl?” he growled, his voice thick with desire, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move.  Each thrust was deep and deliberate, his cock plunging into her core, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm that left no room for words.  She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she rode him with a ferocity that matched his own.

The barn echoed with the sounds of their passion.  Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in gasps as her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every movement.  “Jared, harder,” she pleaded, her body arching as she sought more.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock pounding into her with a force that left her breathless.  Her pussy clenched around him, her walls fluttering as she neared her climax.  “Fuck, Jared, I’m close,” she cried, her voice breaking as her orgasm built, pleasure crashing over her.  Her body shook, her screams of pleasure filling the barn as she squirted, her juices coating his cock, her pussy milking him with a tightness that sent him spiraling toward his own release.

“Jessa,” he groaned, his voice a rough whisper as he thrust one final time, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting deep into her, filling her completely.  Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hearts pounding as they clung to each other, breathless and spent.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

She smiled, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.  Their tongues entwined once more, the taste of each other a sweet reminder of the passion they’d shared.  Supper could wait.  As they lay entwined, the golden light of the setting sun filtering through the barn’s cracks, they knew this was where they belonged—in each other’s arms.