Her bare breasts rub against my chest, the friction on her hard little nipples making her gasp.

I seize a handful of her hair and kiss her again, tasting those orgasms on her breath, tasting sweat and blood from my own split lip.

I’m about to cum. I can’t hold back much longer.

But I’m determined to force one more orgasm out of Riona first.

She’s exhausted, but I can feel her clit grinding against me, and I can feel her pussy starting to tense and tighten again.

“Cum for me,” I growl in her ear. “Cum for me right now.”

Riona bites down hard on my shoulder, strangling her yell. She’s cumming for a third time, her thighs clenched tight around me and her arms clinging to my neck.

This time I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I erupt inside of her, an orgasm that feels like an aneurysm. My head explodes at the same time as my cock, in a brilliant, blinding rush that almost knocks me out. I’m cumming harder than I ever have in my life. Violently hard, with shocking intensity.

I have to drop Riona down on a pile of clean hay, and I fall down on top of her, still blinded by flashing lights, with my cock still pulsing and dripping cum, even though I’ve pulled out of her.

I wrap her up in my arms and I squeeze her tight, unable to speak.

Riona looks delirious, eyelids fluttering.

We’re both drenched in sweat, though I didn’t realize it until now. I think the temperature in the barn has gone up by thirty degrees.

“That was insane . . . ” Riona groans, when she can finally speak again.

I kiss her once more, still hungry for her.

Both of us are too weak and exhausted to move.

“Insane” is an ambiguous word. It could be good or bad.

But I don’t have to ask if she enjoyed it. I know what Riona needs.

* * *

19

Riona

Raylan walks me back to the house and all the way up to the guest room. I think he’s planning to tuck me into bed, but I say to him—unexpectedly, and surprising him as much as me—“Will you stay with me?”

Raylan looks surprised, but pleased.

“Of course,” he says.

Even though it’s a Queen-sized bed, Raylan is big enough that we’re still close together on the mattress, his weight causing us to roll together in the middle of the bed. With my head resting on his chest, I can feel his heart thudding against my ear, steady and strong. It’s an incredibly peaceful sound. As regular as ocean waves.

I feel my heart rate slowing to match his. My breathing getting deep and heavy like the air slowly rushing in and out of Raylan’s lungs.

I feel exhausted like I’ve never been before. Every muscle of my body is loose, warm, and still steeped in pleasure chemicals.