overwhelmed with a lust he had held in since the day of their picnic.
He followed her inside, but before they could turn on any of the lights he pulled her near to his body. He embraced her, pressing his lips roughly against the suppleness of her skin and trailed wet kisses down her shoulder blade. The scent of hay was in his hair, as well as earth and his intoxicating scent. She inhaled deeply, savoring each wet kiss as he went down to her breasts. He pealed the sticky shirt from her chest, revealing her robust chest below. For a moment he stood back and licked his lips. She really does have gorgeous breasts. He thought hungrily. Farris dove in, licking and kissing at her nipples until they grew hard from the sensations. He caresses her rounded breast him his rough hands, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Slowly the two backed through the doorway and into the bedroom, where Clarice stood awkwardly in front of him, unsure of what to do next. He whispered in her ear.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was soothing.
“Yes.” She smiled, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Farris lowered her onto the silken sheets and held himself above her with one strong arm. He removed her jeans and panties just as he had done before, gazing at her beautiful body in full naked form for the first time. He licked his lips and looked into her brown eyes with love. She glanced down at his erection and her eyes widened . That is going to fit inside me? Slowly and carefully he entered her wet body, a gasp escaping her lips. For a moment it was almost uncomfortable as Farris lay still, allowing her body to welcome him. Then he moved his hips, gently rocking back and forth and allowing the pleasure to creep into her body. Clarice tilted her head back into the pillow, the waves of sheer joy filling her mound as his cock pressed deep inside of her.
“Are you ok?” He whispered sincerely
“Yeah,” Clarice looked up into his chocolate eyes and smiled, her cheeks flushed with the excitement.
“I’m going to go faster now.” He smiled wickedly.
Clarice grinned upward and nodded. His hips thrust deeply into her and the pressure began to build once more as it had done in the woods earlier. She grasped his back tightly, feeling the muscles of his back flexing as he pushed. Farris let out a grunt and with one final thrust the two flew into a rage of organism together. Clarice could feel his warm wetness filling her body and dripped down her thigh. He slumped over beside her, a grin spreading across his face. He took her in his arms and held her tightly.
Farris had to pick out the horses he would take with him to sell in Virginia. Clarice helped him clean and stock the big horse trailer his dually pickup could handle, and she sat on an upturned bucket while he performed the maintenance chores. Perhaps this was the last time Clarice would enjoy the view of those tight blue jeans and the muscles they showed so clearly.
“Professor Santana got that loan she wanted to renovate her chicken house,” Clarice remarked one morning by way of conversation. “I’ll have ready-made quarters waiting for me and just have to install my own locks.”
Farris looked around from his tool drawer. “What will you do about furniture?” he queried.
Clarice just waved her hand. “I’m a big girl. I can raid the Army Surplus stores by myself. Thanks to all these commissions I’ve been getting, I can afford it. – Professor Santana will start spreading the word through the grapevine as soon as I arrive.”
Farris just stared at her, mouth grim. “What’s going to happen when your mother comes roaring up while you have clients?”
“Actually, I’m planning on having some of the students build me a website so I can get most of my clients online. That software we shopped for together has really made a difference. I can make my drawings straight from a photograph.”
Farris could