This is set sometime in 2013
The bags were beginning to tear apart, Moira could hear the paper ripping as she struggled to unlock the front door of the farm. She paused her actions, huffing out a strand of hair from her face, eyes crisscrossing as it remained stubborn in keeping itself within her line of vision. Eventually, it made her nose begin to itch and she was about to scream out her frustration when she finally got the key to enter the lock.
The rest of her entry into the house was fairly easy. Kicking off her boots, she stomped into the living room, the hardwood floor absorbing the noise of her sock-clad footsteps. Her jaw was left slack. Cain was fast asleep on the couch, cradling a beer in his arms, and looking like all the worries and problems he had had to deal with these past few weeks were just gone.
Thinking it better to not wake him up, she made a beeline to the kitchen. It took her extra time to put away everything, but that was due to the fact that she didnt want to make too much noise. Her boyfriend was a light sleeper and these few hours of naptime that he seemed to be getting didnt come by so often.
Once everything got put in its place, she sighed and re-did her ponytail, tiptoeing back into the room Cain was sleeping in. She debated on whether to nudge him awake, take him back to bed and tuck him in. She stood next to the couch, arms crossed and brow furrowed with the dilemma she found herself in.
Hey, Moira, Cain's sleepy voice interrupted your reverie.
Oh, hi, She grinned down at him.
Staring at me while I sleep? he raised a teasing eyebrow. Now, I know that Im attractive, but—Shut up, Shd pushed him to scoot to the back end of the couch, taking a seat right next to Cain's torso. Im sorry I woke you up.
Nah, it wasnt you, his hand rested on her lap and you interlaced her fingers with his. His thumb rubbed her skin gently as he smiled up at her, grogginess still outlining his every movement. I usually wake up periodically. You know, the whole being a hardman my whole be alert.
Understandable, Moira chuckled. His hair was ruffled, cheeks still marked by the designs of the cushion he had rested his head on. She couldnt resist, leaning down and pressing her lips against his.
Immediately reacting, Cain groaned softly, hands cupping her face and bringing her closer. Somehow, he got Moira to pull her legs up on the couch, tangling them with his as the kiss deepened. Her mouth parted, allowing his tongue to explore inside.
In an attempt to get herself comfortable, Moira ended up straddling Cain's hips and upon doing so, elicited a deep-throated moan from him. Smirking against the kiss, her hands rested on his chest, nails digging into the solid muscle found there.
By now Moira's breathing became labored and she could feel the growing wetness between her legs. It was automatic, her hips grinding down and having your denim-clothed crotch make contact with Cain's growing hardness. The fabric of his boxers only served to spur him on, to build up his frustration in not feeling her skin against his own.
With deft fingers, he had quickly undone the buttons of her flannel, sliding the shirt down your shoulders. He pulled away, sitting straight as he looked at Moira through hooded, hazel beautiful, his hands flitted across her skin. Moira automatically tucked her stomach in, yet your boyfriend shook his head. All of you is beautiful, sweetheart.
Cain, Moira squeezed his firm shoulders, yet he only smirked at her as he brought himself to sit up, back leaning against the arm of the couch. His digits held firmly onto her hips, clasping tightly before slowly letting go and having his palms slide across Moira's lower back. His arms ended up wounding around her waist and she found herself nose-to-nose with him.
I love you, Moira, he pecked her lips lightly.
And I love you, she returned the kiss. He grinned, never getting over the giddy feeling in his chest whenever Moira reciprocated the overwhelming emotions he felt for her. His head bowed, lips connecting with Moira's collarbone and peppering it with affectionate kisses. She shivered in his arms, the tenderness to every one of his actions enabling her to only gasp with every press of his lips to her skin.
His kisses led him to the valley right between her breasts, she could only chuckle when the hairs of his growing scruff prickled against the sensitive skin. He laughed softly, glancing up at Moira and winking. She rolled her eyes at his playful demeanor, not really focusing on his hands sneaking up her back and fingers quickly undoing the clasp of her bra.
And away it goes, he whispered as the straps fell off her shoulders. He slid them down her arms and he smiled when Moira flicked it off with your wrist. Oh, nice shot, sweetheart, his eyebrows shot up and he glanced behind Moira, looking impressed.
The bra had landed on the head of a teddy bear Cain had won for her after Moira had challenged him to a game of shoot the duck at the village fair. He had gotten quite competitive, asking for a rematch until he had won one round. The boy behind the stand had rolled his eyes and thrown him one of the stuffed animals offered. Like a gentleman, Cain had offered it to her as a gift.
Im just amazing, Moira joked, flipping her hair off her shoulder. He agreed wholeheartedly, making her looked down at his chest in slight embarrassment.
Without another word, Cain leaned closer and began to press open-mouth kisses to Moira's chest. He started his journey where her breasts began to rise, going lower with each peck until he got to the nipple. By now, one of his hands had come to rest on her other one, palm grazing against it before squeezing. His thumb flicked at the hardening nipple, his tongue doing the same with the other one. She gasped, her spine arching and pressing her chest further closer to his touch.
Moira couldnt help but to jerk her hips, seeking out the friction that would bring her release. At this, Moira pressed down onto Cain's erection and he became painfully aware of it once again. His lips were swollen and wet when they pulled away from your breasts, your skin prickling when the air hit the moisture that he had left behind on her skin.
Cain, She gnawed on her upper lip, somehow hoping that by just uttering his name she'd let him know how much she needed him.
Alright, sweetheart, come on, he urged her to get on her knees, provide some space for him to unbutton the front of his jeans and quickly slide them down his legs, along with his underwear. His cock hit his stomach with a wet splat as he kicked away his clothes.
She moaned at the sight of him, her slim fingers wrapping around his length and squeezing. His eyes shut tightly and the groan that Moira elicited from him made her smirk. Pumping him for a few seconds, she gained speed and used the slick spurting from the slit of his cockhead to ease the strokes.
Fuck, baby, youre going to make me cum before I get to be inside you, he stopped you, digits tight around her wrist. Moira chuckled, but still climbed off him. They both smirked at each other as Moira quickly unbuttoned her trousers, sliding them off her legs and kicking them away. She was in such a hurry that you tripped on Cain's shoes and fell on her boyfriends laughing frame.
Oh, my God, Im so sorry, She winced, hiding her face in his neck.
Thats okay, sweetheart, he cupped Moira's jaw, his smile still on his lips as he kissed hers, sweetly and slowly. His tongue licked inside her mouth, exploring slowly as he pressed himself closer to her.
Moira felt his hard length pressed against her hip, feeling him pulsate with need. Cain couldnt contain himself much longer, she knew all the signs by now. With a smirk decorating her lips, Moira pulled away from the kiss and pushed him to rest with his back flat against the arm of the sofa. He tilted his head, looking flustered and confused as she grasped his length and directing it to her wet slit. Rubbing him against her for a few moments, Moira watched the bliss etching itself on Cain's face as she took his length inside her.
Moira could never get enough of how amazing he looked when pleasure overrode his senses. How he bit his bottom lip and held on tightly to her hips when she'd lower herself on him. She chuckled softly before moaning, the feeling of having him deep inside her taking over her limbs.
The first few thrusts were slow as they build up a rhythm. Cain's hands landed on her hips, grasping tightly as she began to quicken her movements. Moira squeezed her walls around him, angling herself to where she knew that the head of his cock would hit her sweet spot just right. He pulsated inside her, not being able to hold on much longer. Yet he held on, waiting for Moira to reach her peak.
One of his hands reached up, took a breast in hand and began to firmly squeeze it, thumb and forefinger pulling at the nipple and sending jolts of pleasure down to the crux of Moira's thighs. She couldnt hold on much longer, desperately seeking out his lips and plunging her tongue into her mouth as Cain flicked his fingers against her clit, her hips beginning to hunch up into her in quick jerks.
She moaned his name as she reached her peak, walls squeezing and her climax was extended by the feeling of Cain coming inside her, his cum filling her until it began to seep out with each one of the slow thrusts he made after having reached orgasm.
Her forehead stuck to her with sweat and she laughed softly, bringing her hips up until his cock had completely pulled out of Moira. He made space for her, his back pressing to back cushion of the sofa as they both faced each other.
Cain kissed her cheek and brought his arms to wrap around her shoulders, pushing the hair away from her face as they both shared a look filled with enough love and affection to have you struggling for breath.
They then fell asleep on the sofa, cuddled up together.
How'd you like this? x