“Is more beautiful at night,” Garbi said, inhaling lavender-scented darkness.
I closed and locked the farm’s entrance gate and stood beside him.
He pushed me against the nearest tree and pinned my arms above my head, scraping the back of my wrists along the bark. I ground against him when he sucked my tongue into his mouth.
After pulling one of my hand’s free, I fondled his erection, wanting nothing more than to undress him and luxuriate in his naked skin.
Garbi withdrew and wiped his mouth. “You live alone here?”
“Alone,” I mumbled, stroking his thick girth. The flimsy material between my hand and his d**k felt wet.
“Always?” Garbi asked before nipping my ear and sliding one hand into the back of my jeans, cupping my ass.
“Yes,” I managed between moans.
“No,” he whispered, tonguin
