The spring planting had been finished. Rain clouds continued to roll over the countryside. Within a week tiny shoots of green would begin to pop up. Two acres had been designated for potatoes, the rest for barley and corn.
Sean worked harder than ever to finish his work. Only rarely did his brother, Ian, appear. He would only find his way back when he ran out of money or the crops were being sold. For the time, it was a perfect arrangement.
He was hoeing some weeds at the edge of the property. Near him was a tiny grove of trees that hid a spring. It was the purest and cleanest water Sean had ever tasted. The spring was what had kept him working so hard over the years. He couldn't imagine someone else finding the tiny trickle of water. It was his favorite spot in the world
"Lunch time." Moya's voice brought his head up from the ground.
She was standing watching him. Her hand on her hip, holding a tiny burlap sack. A faded quilt was tucked under her other arm. Her smile told him exactly what the quilt was for. The eyes she aimed at him were hungry. "Aye, food would be nice." He said, his smile growing, a nervous tickle ran down his spine.
Dropping the hoe at his feet, he walked to the edge of the field towards the trees. Moya walked quietly beside him. Their day in the barn was three days in the past, three days of awkward silence. Moya was tormented with the fact that she had been unfaithful, Sean, with the fact that he had betrayed his brother. He knew he would continue to do it every chance he got. That was the thing he couldn't forgive.
Moya handed him the burlap sack as she began to spread out the blanket. His eyes watched her ass as she bent down. Her green eyes turned to see him staring, an odd smile creasing her lip. She knelt and pretended to smooth the blanket, letting him see straight down her dress. As innocent as she could, she looked up at him. "Aren't you hungry?" She had to purse her lips to prevent herself from laughing at him.
All Sean could do was shake his head.
"Is something else on your mind?" Moya teased.
Sean dropped the sack at his feet. His biceps flexed to try and control the urges that had already built up too far. "Aye. You."
She pulled her legs under the folds of the dress and leaned back to rest on a hand. Her red hair falling over her shoulder. "What about me?"
He narrowed his eyes. The blood in his veins seemed to be racing straight to his cock. Her eyes noticed the bulge. It caused her to swallow and then let a smile envelop her face. Instead of speaking, he simply pulled his shirt off. His eyes never left hers. He saw her chest rise with a larger than normal intake of breath. His boots were kicked off and then his pants fell to the ground.
Moya swallowed again, the teasing was over. Her belly was already awash with butterflies. She had thought of nothing else for three days. Waiting every night for the door to open and Sean to walk into the cottage. He hadn't, instead he had stayed in the barn. It had been agonizing. The ache between her legs grew more and more each night. She quickly stood, and let her dress slide down her body. She kicked it to the edge of the quilt and knelt.
Sean knelt in front of her, their knees touching. The two let their eyes scan each other's bodies. Moya could see that his muscles were drawn tight against his chest, his breathing shallow. His hands slowly moved to brush across her legs. Neither knew which one moved first, but they raised up and met. Their bodies collided, their lips crashing, and their hands pulling each other tighter, desperate for one another.
His hands gripped her ass as his tongue moved against hers. Both were breathing into each other. Her nails sliding down his spine. She felt herself lifted from the ground, putting her hands back, she fell backwards to the ground. His hands slid to the back of her knees, keeping them in the air. He watched as her eyes fell to his cock, her hands reaching to caress her breasts. Pulling her legs straight, he held them against his chest. Reaching for her hand, he pulled it down her body and between her legs.
