VOWS OF SIN

Chapter ten

MIDNIGHT VINEYARD ROWS PT 2

The last thread of restraint snapped when Finn pressed Ophelia fully against the wooden trellis, his hard chest pressed into her full breasts, and his hips pinned her hips back.

His mouth finally claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Ophelia moaned into his mouth, her lips parting wide as his tongue pushed inside. She kissed him back just as desperately, her hands sliding up his bare back, nails already digging lightly into his skin.

Finn’s hands moved with deliberate, aching slowness. He pushed the delicate lace dress down her shoulders. The fabric slid over her pale skin, catching for a moment on her heavy breasts before dropping lower. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free into the cool night air.

Her dark pink n*****s were already stiff and aching. Finn pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at them. Then his rough, calloused hands cupped both breasts, lifting and kneading the soft, heavy flesh. His thumbs circled her hardened n*****s in slow, firm strokes. Ophelia arched her back and whimpered, pushing her chest harder into his hands.

He dropped to one knee in front of her. The dress bunched around her waist as he hiked it up. Ophelia’s bare p***y glistened with her juices under the moonlight. Finn leaned in and ran his tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her. She was dripping wet. He licked again, deeper this time, dragging his tongue from her entrance up to her swollen c**t. Then he closed his mouth around her c**t and sucked gently while his tongue flicked fast.

Ophelia clutched the wooden trellis above her head with both hands. Her auburn waves cascaded around her shoulders and face as she moaned. Her hips rocked against Finn’s mouth. Every time he sucked her c**t, her thighs trembled.

Grapes burst softly under their shifting feet, releasing sweet, sticky juice and filling the warm night air with a heady fragrance that mixed with the distant scent of fermenting wine. The smell of s*x and ripe fruit surrounded them.

Finn licked and sucked. He pushed two thick fingers inside her tight p***y while his mouth worked her c**t. Ophelia was so wet that his fingers slid in easily. Her walls clenched around them as he pumped slowly, curling his fingers to hit the sensitive spot inside her.

Her moans grew louder, echoing softly between the vine rows. Her full breasts heaved with every shaky breath, n*****s tight from the cool air and overwhelming pleasure.

Only when Ophelia was shaking and dripping down his hand did Finn stand up. He opened his work pants and freed his thick, hard c**k. It stood heavy and veined, the head already shiny with pre-c*m.

He hooked one of Ophelia’s thick thighs around his hip, opening her up. The head of his c**k rubbed along her soaked folds, coating himself in her wetness. Then he pushed into her standing, slow and deep.

Ophelia gasped loudly as he stretched her neglected p***y.

Inch by inch, his thick c**k filled her completely. It had been years since she felt this full. Her walls gripped him tightly, pulsing around his shaft. Finn groaned against her neck and held still for a moment, letting her feel every inch buried inside her.

Then he started moving.

At first the thrusts were sensual and grinding, deep rolls of his hips that rubbed his pelvis against her c**t. Ophelia’s head fell back against the trellis. Her mouth stayed open in a constant moan. Her heavy breasts bounced against his chest with every thrust. The wooden trellis creaked softly behind her as he f****d her.

The pace gradually built to harder, more primal strokes.

Finn drove into her with more force, his hips slapping against her thick thighs. Her voluptuous body jolted against the trellis each time. Her full breasts bounced heavily, n*****s brushing against his sweat-slicked chest. Ophelia clawed at his back, her nails raking down his skin and leaving red welts. The sharp sting only made Finn f**k her harder.

He buried his face in her throat, biting and sucking hard. Dark marks bloomed on her pale skin where his mouth worked. Ophelia moaned openly into the night, no longer caring how loud she was. The wet sounds of his c**k sliding in and out of her dripping p***y mixed with the soft bursts of grapes under their feet.

“Harder,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

Finn gave her what she wanted. He gripped her ass with both hands, lifting her slightly as he pounded deep. His thick c**k stretched her with every thrust, hitting the deepest spots inside her. Her juices ran down his balls and her thighs. The scent of s*x grew stronger around them.

Ophelia came first.

Years of celibacy shattered in a powerful orgasm. Her p***y clamped down hard around his c**k, pulsing and squeezing in strong waves. Her whole body trembled violently. Her thighs shook and her nails dug deeper into his back as she cried out. Fresh wetness flooded around his shaft, dripping down onto the earth and crushed grapes below.

Finn followed right after her. He thrust deep one final time and groaned low in his throat.

Hot, thick pulses of c*m shot inside her, filling her neglected p***y. He kept grinding through his orgasm, pumping every drop deep into her. Ophelia’s walls milked him, drawing out every spurt.

They stayed locked together against the trellis, breathing hard.

Finn’s c**k stayed buried inside her as it slowly softened. His c*m began to leak out around his shaft, running down Ophelia’s thighs in warm, sticky trails. Their bodies were slick with sweat. Her lace dress was still bunched around her waist, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest. Finn’s back burned from the scratches she had left.

Finn kissed the dark bite marks on her throat possessively. His lips brushed softly over the spots he had sucked and bitten.

Ophelia shivered at the gentle touch after the rough f*****g. She kept one leg wrapped around his hip, holding him close. Her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers tracing the welts she had made on his back.

Ophelia felt Finn’s c*m leaking steadily down her leg. Her p***y still fluttered around his softening c**k, sensitive and satisfied after years of emptiness.

Finn finally pulled back just enough to look at her face. His intense eyes met hers. He kissed her again, slower this time, tasting her moans from earlier. Then he kissed the marks on her neck once more, like he was claiming them.

This midnight encounter in the vineyard rows had awakened something in both of them. Something neither could ignore anymore.

They stayed pressed together under the moonlight, bodies joined, the trellis supporting them as the reality of what they had done settled in.