Fields of Desire (L)

The air hung thick and humid, buzzing with the insistent drone of unseen insects. The endless expanse of golden field stretched before us, a breathtaking vista that felt both liberating and strangely vulnerable. Don, his presence a comforting weight against my back, pulled my hair back with one hand, the gesture intimate and possessive. His lips brushed lightly against my neck, a teasing prelude to the delights that awaited. “Breathtaking, isn’t it?” he whispered, his voice a low rumble against my ear. I leaned back into his strong chest, offering a slow, appreciative nod. The scent of wildflowers and damp earth filled my nostrils, mingling with the primal heat rising within me. He wrapped both arms around me, pulling me closer until our bodies were locked in a passionate embrace. “But not as breathtaking as you,” he murmured, the words a direct challenge to my senses.

I turned to meet his gaze, raising both arms to encircle his neck in a fervent kiss. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, a blend of salt and desire that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in further, his hand sliding down my back, finding the curve of my hip and pressing lightly. The anticipation was building, a delicious tension that threatened to erupt. “I want to take you out there and make love to you like we never have before,” he whispered, his words laced with a potent mix of lust and vulnerability. Without hesitation, he lifted me gently, supporting me entirely in his arms, and carried me through the open doorway. The breeze rushed against my bare skin, a cool contrast to the heat of his body, as he led me into the heart of the field.

Setting me down on my feet, he gestured towards the picnic basket resting near a cluster of ancient oak trees. “I need to go get the basket of goodies from inside,” he said, his voice a mix of urgency and playful restraint. He retrieved the basket, a woven wicker affair filled with an assortment of delectable treats, and opened the lid. The aroma of fresh bread, ripe fruit, and sweet pastries wafted out, further igniting my desire. “Good, it is all there,” he confirmed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I tried to peek, but he quickly covered the basket with his hand. “Oh, no, you don’t! It’s a surprise!” he chuckled, then took my hand in his, leading me slowly out into the field.

We walked for what felt like only a few minutes, but it was long enough for my senses to heighten, my body anticipating the pleasures to come. As we stopped, I scanned the surroundings, marveling at the beauty of the landscape. “It’s so beautiful and smells amazing!” I exclaimed, my voice laced with genuine delight. Don smiled, a genuine, heart-warming expression that made my stomach flip. “I’m so happy you like it,” he said, his eyes reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. “Do you think this spot feels good for some togetherness?” he asked, a hint of invitation in his voice. He gently reminded me of my tendencies to get overly enthusiastic during orgasms.

I laughed, a playful, breathless sound, and admitted, “I do?” Don winked, savoring my reaction, and declared, “Okay, a lot loud!!” before erupting in a fit of joyous laughter. “It’s your fault,” I teased, pushing him playfully. “You just have amazing skills.” He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me in a possessive embrace. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. His hand began to slowly draw back the fabric of my dress, revealing the curve of my breasts and the sensitivity of my nipples. The anticipation built with each passing moment, a crescendo of desire that threatened to overwhelm me. As he continued to pull, my body tensed, ready for the release of pleasure.

Suddenly, he moved with swift efficiency, retrieving a bottle of amber liquid from the basket and drizzling a generous amount over one of my nipples. The silky sweetness coated my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, as he began to lick seductively, his tongue tracing the contours of my body with exquisite care. The touch was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that demanded to be unleashed. The intensity of the moment threatened to consume me entirely.

As he increased the pace of his licking, my muscles began to tense, anticipating the inevitable climax. A low moan escaped my lips as I leaned into his touch, surrendering to the pleasure. Don, sensing my mounting excitement, shifted his focus, drawing my attention to his own arousal. His hand moved down my body, finding the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh and applying firm pressure. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing prelude to the ultimate release. Reaching for the bottle again, he poured another dose of the amber liquid over my other nipple, completing the ritual.

Lost in the moment, I felt a deep need to reciprocate, so I caressed my own breasts, pulling and rolling my nipples to stimulate my own arousal. Don responded to my initiative, increasing the speed of his thrusting fingers, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. The combined sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to break through my control. I let out a loud moan, unable to contain the intensity of my emotions.

Then, Don shifted his focus once again, descending to drink my juices. His magic tongue navigated the labyrinth of my body with skill and precision, exploring every inch of my pleasure zones. The experience was both intense and exhilarating, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. At the same time, I felt a primal urge to add to my own pleasure, so I reached for him, taking hold of his shaft. He quickly pulled back, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. “If you touch him, he’s gonna fire,” he warned, a playful challenge in his voice. He smiled, however, and whispered, “I want to make you cum first.” He plunged his finger past the lace and into my wet box, sending a surge of excitement through my body. He added another finger, then a third, each touch igniting a fresh wave of pleasure.

My legs gave way beneath me, and Don slowly lowered me onto the soft grass beneath our feet. The cool earth felt soothing against my skin, a welcome contrast to the heat of our bodies. My juices began to flow freely, a testament to the power of our connection. I wanted to surrender completely to the pleasure, but also wanted to savor every moment. I asked him if I should remove my panties. "No, I love to feel them," he replied, holding me securely in his arms. He continued to finger me, increasing the speed for a while, then slowing down, commenting on how wet I was and expressing his delight in my responsiveness.

As I neared the peak of my arousal, I felt a need to add to my pleasure, so I began to caress my breasts, pulling and rolling my nipples with increasing intensity. Don responded to my actions, his touch becoming more forceful, more demanding. My body trembled with anticipation, unable to contain the impending release. The climax was inevitable, and I braced myself for the inevitable explosion of sensation. It arrived with a force that left me gasping for air, my muscles aching with pleasure.

Don clasped me tightly in his arms as we slowly returned to our normal breathing patterns. We lay there for a few minutes, savoring the aftermath of our intense encounter, before noticing the approaching darkness. “We better get dressed and head in,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. He quickly retrieved our clothes from the basket, then began to dress us, his movements efficient and tender. As we made our way back to the house, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, a profound satisfaction that stemmed from the depth of our connection.

Inside the house, we found the luxurious open shower, complete with a high-pressure showerhead designed to hit every angle of the body. Don led me towards it, his eyes filled with anticipation. He showed me how to adjust the water temperature and pressure, allowing me to customize my experience. Once we were both ready, he turned on the water, the invigorating spray washing over our skin. He then positioned himself strategically, ready to provide the next wave of pleasure. He whispered in my ear, “Let’s do this.” As the water cascaded over us, we intertwined our bodies, lost in the moment, and began our next descent into ecstasy.

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