CH. 25

Renee nodded, her breath shallow, her heart racing. He took the cue, his hands continuing the journey, the dress pooling at her waist. Her hands found his belt buckle, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. The anticipation was almost too much, a heady mix of fear and excitement that made her tremble in his arms. Mike's hands paused at her waist, his eyes searching hers once more. He whispered, "Are you sure?" His voice was thick with longing, and she knew that despite his confidence, he was giving her the power to stop this. Renee nodded, her voice a breathy "Yes," and she watched as his face softened, the intensity of his gaze never leaving hers. He stepped closer, his body heat enveloping her, and she felt his hands slide beneath her dress to cup her bare skin. His touch was tender, almost reverent, and she found herself melting into his embrace. It was a stark contrast to the roughness she had experienced in the past, a stark contrast to the love she had thought she had with Jake. Mike's hands explored her with a gentle curiosity, as if he were worshipping every inch of her, and she couldn't help but feel cherished. His thumbs grazed her skin, sending goosebumps racing down her spine, and she shivered in response. Mike noticed and paused, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. Renee nodded, biting her bottom lip, and he continued his journey. His hands slid further up her thighs, the warmth of his palms leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He found the spot she had been craving, the one that made her knees go weak and her breath hitch. His fingers circled her clit, the pressure just enough to make her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into the sensation. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this, with such care, such passion, and she didn't want it to end.

He played with her, making her moan out, each sound a sweet symphony to his ears. His own desire grew with every shiver of pleasure that passed through her, his cock straining against his jeans. Renee's hands roamed his back, her nails digging in, urging him closer. The tension grew between them, a coil winding tighter with each passing second. Mike could not wait any longer. With a growl, he lifted Renee onto the hay bale, her dress hiked up around her hips. He stepped back just long enough to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched him, her chest heaving with anticipation, her own hands moving to help him slide his jeans down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, pointing towards her like a compass finding true north. The sight of him took her breath away. The reality of the moment crashed over her, and she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. But as she looked into Mike's eyes, she saw only kindness, patience, and a desire that matched her own. She reached out, her hand tentatively wrapping around his shaft. He sucked in a breath, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them to look at her again, a silent question in his gaze. Renee leaned in and kissed him passionately, her other hand caressing the length of him, her movements growing bolder with each stroke. His hips jerked in response, his own hands moving to cup her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheekbones. The kiss grew more intense, their tongues tangling together in a dance as old as time, a silent promise of what was to come. With a gentle tug, Mike pulled her closer, aligning their bodies. He lifted her just enough to slide his large, throbbing cock inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist in a silent invitation. Renee's eyes widened with a mix of pleasure and surprise as she felt him fill her, stretching her in a way that was both familiar and new. The sensation was like coming home, yet it was also a thrilling adventure into uncharted territory.

Her dress was still on, hiked up around her hips, but it was the barest of barriers as their skin met in the moonlit barn. Mike's hands held her firmly, supporting her as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that soon had her matching his pace. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through her, and she moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders. His mouth moved to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there, eliciting more gasps and whimpers. The sound of their breathing, the rustle of hay beneath them, and the occasional snort of the horses in the background were the only noises in the quiet night. The world outside the barn no longer existed, and all that mattered was the feeling of Mike inside her, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment all along, as if every beat of their hearts had been leading to this very second. Each thrust was a declaration of his need for her, and she met him with an equally fiery passion. Their bodies moved in a dance that was both primal and beautiful, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her veins. His cock was hard, yet his strokes were gentle, as if he was afraid to break her. Yet, Renee wanted more. "Fuck me harder," she moaned out, her voice a mix of need and desire that echoed through the barn. Mike complied, his grip tightening on her hips as he began to drive into her with more force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. The intensity grew with every stroke, each one hitting her just right, making her body quiver. Renee had never felt so alive, so desired, so consumed by passion. It was a feeling she had long ago convinced herself she didn't need, didn't deserve. But as Mike's cock slammed into her, she knew she had been wrong. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that she knew would be a sweet reminder of this night for days to come.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, a silent symphony of passion and need. The smell of the hay, the feel of the rough wooden barn wall against her back, and the heat of Mike's body pressed against her, all added to the intensity of the moment. He was deep inside her, filling her up, and she never wanted him to leave. With a swift motion, Mike bent his knees, lowering her to the ground, the soft hay cushioning their fall. He laid her down, her back arching as he supported her with one hand. With his other hand, he gently lifted one of her legs, bringing it to rest against his shoulder. The new angle intensified the sensation, making her gasp. She watched as he took a deep breath, his muscles tightening with the effort of holding her leg in such a position. The sight of her open to him like that, vulnerable and wanting, only served to spur him on. Mike's cock slid in deeper, and Renee felt herself stretch to accommodate him, her walls clenching around him in a delicious embrace. The sensation was overwhelming, and she threw her head back, her hair cascading around her in the moonlight. The cool ground beneath her was a stark contrast to the fire burning within her, and she never wanted this moment to end. Their passion grew with each passing second, the tension building to a crescendo that seemed unbearable. Renee's breath grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut, as she felt the beginnings of her climax. Mike's pace grew erratic, his breathing heavy in her ear, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down her spine. "You're so beautiful, Renee," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that sent her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing around his still-thrusting cock. She screamed his name, the sound echoing through the barn, lost in the intensity of her release. Mike groaned, his own orgasm close, the sensation of her pussy contracting around him pushing him closer to the precipice. He held her leg tightly, his hips pistoning, driving into her with everything he had.

With a final, powerful thrust, Mike reached his peak. Renee felt herself filled with his warm fluids, the heat of his cum shooting deep inside her. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and it sent another wave of pleasure through her, making her spasm around him. He held her tightly, his cock pulsing with every shot of cum, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. Her moan was a sweet symphony to Mike's ears, a testament to the pleasure he had given her. He slowed his pace, his hips still rocking slightly as he milked every last drop of his orgasm, his cock still buried deep within her. Renee's body trembled with the aftershocks of her climax, her breathing uneven and ragged. They remained there, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity, the only sound their intermingled breaths and the soft rustle of the hay beneath them. The barn was still, the outside world forgotten, as they basked in the afterglow of their union. Mike's eyes never left hers, the depth of his gaze speaking volumes without a single word. Her heart raced as she felt his warmth slowly recede, his softening cock slipping out of her, leaving her feeling both empty and complete. He leaned down to kiss her again, this time with a tenderness that was as surprising as it was welcome. It was a gentle reminder that this was more than just a fleeting moment of passion. Something had shifted between them, something profound and undeniable.