Some dessert is the perfect way to end the evening.

He looked over at her waiting for her to finish but she was staring over the pasture. Doe could almost see her thoughts darting from her gaze. Just enough time had been spent together for him to catch the subtle language of her physique. The pace picked up slightly in her breathing, her chest rising with each breath more so than before. Her jaw was clenched and she swallowed. He loved how she pulled one knee up in the chair. She never could eat with both feet on the ground. She had taken off her boots before going inside and was now left in her sock feet. “Is this the say my name game?” he joked with her.

“Hmm?” John was coming out of a daze, “oh. I uhm… Was wondering if you were finished or would like some more?”

“What… No dessert?” he taunted.

John held up the bottle of wine and poured its remainder between their glasses. “Not exactly a dessert wine. It will have to come later.” She argued with him to stay put as she stacked their plates.
After she stepped inside Doe leaned down to Echo, “That’s not what she wanted at all, huh, buddy?” The reply came by a cold snout turned up to meet him. He heard something coming around the house a moment later. John was carrying a crate of wood shavings.

“Do you mind sitting outside for a while?” she called up to him.

“No, not at all. It’s a nice night. Do you need some help?” Doe started down the steps onto the stones and towards the fire pit. They carried a few bricks of wood and tossed them in. Soon the fire was roaring and they sat back on the steps. The dogs were sleeping by the table and Doe brought John her glass. She leaned against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her so his hand was on her other arm, softly caressing her skin. They were quiet at first and Doe was concerned that she was settling into one of her quiet moods so he broke the silence, “What is the breed of Papa Quebec and Whiskey Tango?”

It took John a moment to reply, “Papa is a Dutch Warmblood. Whiskey is an American Quarter horse.” She rose and went back down the steps to poke the wood around and stir up the flames.

As she came back up the steps, she set her glass down half way to the top and continued the ascent, “Doe, I don’t want to talk about horses.” Her eyes locked into Doe’s and he began to stand up, hoping to follow her wherever those eyes wanted him to go. But she placed a hand firmly on his shoulder and eased him back to his perch on the wooden edge. Her left foot came up to the step between his legs and with her right hand she took his glass, setting it aside. She lowered onto her knees between his and pulled him down to kiss her. Her hands ran from his knees to the inside of his thighs, fingers pressing firmly into the fabric.

As they kissed her hands went back to his knees and slid suggestively inside his shorts, running the same path but on his skin until she could go no further. He moaned softly into her mouth, hands teasing into her hair as he held her head up to him. John could not help but smile into his kiss and he stopped briefly to look at her.

The mischievous grin played out to her pushing him backwards and grasping his erection that pulled his shorts tight. Doe stayed propped on his elbows and watched her slink up his body. Her hands slid under his shirt and up his chest. Fingers grazing over his hard nipples. She locked her eyes on his and put her teeth on the outline of his shaft thru the shorts while lightly squeezing his nipples between her fingers.

John purred at the feeling of his dick jumping against her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand and used the other to press the length of him before finally moving to unbutton his trap. His cock was sprung as soon as she pulled the thick material away.

Doe lifted to lower his boxers and shorts for her. She ignored his cock and instead placed her hands against the inside of his thighs, as if to hold his legs apart. She could see his precum shining in the fire’s blaze - her urge for him grew. But she still ignored him and instead used the tip of her tongue to tease his sac.

She used her lips to lightly suck on first the left and then the right before sucking them wholly into her mouth. Her tongue flattened as she licked slowly up his shaft, stopping under the crown. Instead she ignored it still and used her fingers to hold him where she wanted, beginning to kiss and suck small spots around the base. Finally, her thumb caught the dribble of precum that she circled around his head. The feel of him on her fingers was too much to hold back any more.

She swallowed his cock in its entirety, feeling it jam into the back of her throat. Her mouth pumped his cock with her lips pressing against the skin for friction. One hand massaged his balls and the other took the base of him and pumped with small twists to where her lips would meet her knuckles against him and proceeded to suck him. She felt the tremor in his balls as his cum loaded the gun and a moan hummed on his dick. His hand flew to her head and rocked her mouth up and down him, fingers pulling her hair. She brushed his hand off of her and placed a hand under his shirt again. One hand rubbing his chest, the other pulling his balls playfully and her mouth swallowing his cock as his semen erupted into the back of her throat. Pulsing his load into her mouth.

She continued to lick his head and pump his cock while looking up at him. “Round three, lad,” she smiled at him as she stood up and slid her jeans down. Stepped out of them and back between his legs. He pulled her up onto the last step, his face level with her stomach where he rested his head, hands exploring those black lacy panties he had spied earlier on her ass and up the small of her back.

John ran her fingers through his hair as he explored her body with tender touches. His hands had lifted her shirt ever so slightly and she felt his beard on her skin before his lips kissed her lower stomach over to her hip bones. His tongue ran over her tattooed letters and she shivered to herself with pleasure. She had picked the spot for those words with that very purpose in mind. As he kissed her protruding bone, his hands pulled her against his face and the urge grew even more. His tease was working, damn it, she thought to herself.

He pulled her panties down, exposing her swollen bare lips. She kept shaved for the softest of skin and she sensed his gaze locked on her pussy. But she trusted him, knowing he would not push too far. He pleased her even more by grabbing her hands and leaning back, pulling her suggestively to crawl on top. She straddled his waist, hot on top of his erection. Wiggled her flesh against him and grinded his length between her lips as she leaned down to kiss him. He met her kiss, straining up and they proceeded a few moments with her grinding against him and he pulling her into his kiss ever more.

Finally, John felt what she had been waiting for. More precum lubricated the head of his penis as it rubbed against her and this time she rocked her hips a little further forward so that his cock was caught on her opening and she pushed against him. Biting into Doe’s lip with the excitement of his crown stretching her tight. She pulled off and pressed back into him again and again, each time slipping a little further inside her. Finally she had half of his cock fucking her but it was not enough for John. She nibbled on Doe’s earlobe, “I need you. All of you. Please, Teddy Bear.” It was a cheat she knew, using his pet name. But it was what she wanted because his hands dropped from teasing under bra to her hips where he held her tight as he jammed himself balls deep into her. A deep moan of pleasure escaped John’s throat near his ear and Doe pulled her up again before giving her his whole self, time after time.