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It was 2:31 A.M. in the cabin.
The Valley was silent, the air was calm, and the bedroom of the Farmer and her husband was quiet in these early hours. Their cabin on the acreage was cozy, secluded, and perfectly suited to them.
Harvey felt restless in his sleep. He kicked the blanket off of him, leading his overheated body to clash with the cool air of their bedroom. He could barely see without his glasses but could make out the silhouette of Farmer in the dark. She was turned away from him, laying on her side, softly breathing. Her hair was splayed against the pillow.
Harvey sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. The muscles of his back strained a bit in soreness. The Doctor had all this pent-up energy. It was a Friday Night, and his guilty pleasure was getting to sleep in tomorrow, but this week was just so stressful that it was physically taking a toll... it was almost three in the morning, and Yoba knew he couldn't sleep. He longed for rest, or some type of release, but the energy in his body wouldn’t let him. His hand reached for his glasses on the nightstand, his fingers trembling slightly as he slid them on.
The moment his eyes adjusted to the dim light, his gaze immediately went to her. There she was, his heart's quiet obsession, even when she was half-asleep. She was everything to him—the soft curve of her back, the slight rise and fall of her chest, the peacefulness that surrounded her like an aura. It was magnetic, something he couldn't resist, even in the stillness of the night.
His heart clenched as he watched her, a longing tightening in his chest. His breath caught, and without thinking, he slid closer, the space between them shrinking until he could feel the warmth of her skin radiating toward him.
She was his shot of espresso, the electricity in his veins, the adrenaline in his body.
Harvey's chest, wide and firm, expanded with each breath, his muscles tightening as he shifted closer to her. As he leaned in, the difference in their sizes became all too clear. His broad shoulders and solid build dwarfed her smaller frame, and it felt so right. He nestled his face into the soft curve of her neck, breathing in deeply, overwhelmed by the scent of her skin. His powerful arms wrapped around her with a possessive tenderness, a quiet, unspoken desire rising within him. It was a strange, almost protective feeling, one that pushed him to hold her even closer, to never let go. The pressure of his embrace stirred her, and for a moment, she awoke, feeling the weight of his body against hers, the warmth of him surrounding her.
"Hmm...?" She sweetly cooed awake, slowly lifting her head and looking over her shoulder.
She let out a small gasp feeling him place small kisses on the back of her neck. She felt her back press tighter against his chest, and the only noise in the room was an echo of slow and teasing neck kisses. It was sickeningly sweet, but there was an underlying aggression. She squirmed a bit against him, but his biceps had caged her against him.
She could feel something growing against the curve of her ass. She wiggled her arm so that her hand could reach behind her, aiming for that growing hardness. Her gentle fingers ended up at his happy trail, squashed between their bodies, feeling the hair peeking out and she attempted to pull at his pajama waistband. One of his hands was quick to grab her wrist, holding it away from him.
A whine escaped her throat and she squirmed with purpose.
"Ah, ah." He affirmed against the skin of her neck. His grip on her wrist became more firm, still holding her against him in the bed. He was breathing heavier.
"Be good." Harvey demanded, his voice low and decisive. The Farmer was softly inhaling and exhaling, letting him overwhelm her. A few words and teasing kisses could put her in such a state of submission.
An intense, pent-up, need bubbled to the surface as her whole body became more sensitive with anticipation. He was holding her firmly in a spooning position, and she could feel how much he needed her in that moment. But, Harvey, her sweet and doting husband, was a horrible, horrible tease- a sadistic tease- whose only desire was to have her on the brink of desperation, until her mind went to putty.
Harvey was taking it slow. They, really, had all night.
Harvey held her wrist with one hand, while the other found the hem of her tank top. A breathable, thin, white material. The anticipation was building as she felt his hand ghost above the hem, fiddling with it, tracing the skin of her lower stomach. His hand slowly traced upwards, over the fabric. He let go of her wrist with the other hand, so both could work in unison.
His fingertips brushed over the fabric that confined her breasts. She could feel the fabric becoming more confining than before now that she had soft touches tracing the silhouette of her breasts. His thumbs grazed over her nipples, gently circling them, feeling them harden against the thin fabric of the tanktop.
"These are sensitive today," Harvey whispered, seemingly amused that his adorable wife could do nothing but whine and squirm at his mercy.
His muscular thigh pushed her thighs apart from behind, and pressed his thigh between her legs, adding a teasing pressure. The fabric of the pajama shorts felt delicious pressed against her, and his thumbs so gently and slowly circling her nipples was almost too much--and not enough--at the same time.
"Deprived little girl. Were you really needing this?" Harvey lowly stated, not as a taunt, or a condescension, but to feign sympathy. His movements were intense, but restrained and calculated. Nobody can say that a doctor isn't good with his hands, or coordination, honestly.
His wife softly moaned feeling his hands finally slide underneath the tanktop, groping her in tandem with his gentle neck kisses. Her hips were almost moving on their own, very subtly grinding down on the muscular thigh pressing firmly against her. He smiled against her neck feeling her restraint waver.
His fingers, although large and thick, were very dexterous. This was evident by the expert way he was gently rolling her nipples underneath the tank top. Her back arched against him, but their was little room for movement. She could smell his cologne and sweat mixed together as her mind swirled with pleasure.
"You know, you could always just ask me for what you want, and I'll give it to you" Harvey taunts, pinching her nipples and pressing his thigh more tightly against wet spot in the middle of her legs. The room was getting hotter, and her eyes were barely adjusted to the dark. She could feel his heart beating with his chest pressed tightly against her back as she writhes. She feels like shes being deprived right now, but she's so speechless with pleasure. He's barely touched her and she's so worked up. Her eyes screw shut as she lets out a small yelp at a particularly harsh pinch.
"I can feel how badly your body needs to get off. As your husband and physician, I'll give extra attention into making sure that your cortisol levels are stable before you go back to sleep."
He explains, pushing the tank-top fully above her breasts, letting them drop down without the constraint. His tone is dominant and caring, and he clicks his tongue while suddenly pulling away, letting her fall onto her back. She makes a tiny yelp, feeling him yank down her pajama shorts past her ankles. She can barely see him in the darkness of the room.
His strong arms wrap around her thighs, completely holding her in place on her back. Her underwear is thin and leaves little to the imagination. His face hovers between her legs. She tries to move her legs and twist to sit up, but his grip digs into her tighter, encouraging her not to move.
She can see his face in the darkness and she looks down at him. Her stomach muscles tense as she makes an audible pleading whimper, trying to press herself closer to Harvey's face.
Harvey lets out an entertained hum, teasingly breathing cool air against her soaked panties. Their was a clear dark wetspot that was slowly moving down her thigh as her desperation increased. Harvey loved that she was so sensitive... He could sit here, and watch her attempt to grind herself against his face for any ounce of stimulation for hours on end. His adorable wife was so helplessly needy, and it only egged him further.
Harvey used one hand to grab the center of the wet panties and pull it toward him, just a few inches, then suddenly let go and let it snap back onto her. It was so mean, but the stimulation felt so good. She gasped in shock and whined, and he pretended not to hear her.
"Hmm.. I've barely even touched you." Harvey pants under his breath. This whole scenario of watching her, desperate for him, has got him grinding his cock down into the mattress. The sounds of her begging only makes him want to prolong this.
Finally, he pulled her panties to the side. With one hand, he pressed his thumb against her clit, and watched her body jolt at the contact.
His thumb began drawing slow circles directly on the clit, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. Her body tried to contort in pleasure as she released these cute moans, but his biceps held her firmly planted against the bed. His glasses were starting to fog up from the heat, but those tiny, precise circles were unrelenting. He could see her pussy gushing, aching for more contact.
"Sweet girl, do you want my mouth or fingers?" Harvey praised, as his thumb taunted that little bundle of nerves.
"Ah-! B-Both!" She softly pleaded, shockwaves of need gripping her senses. This manhandling had her breath hitching with anticipation, but she was becoming more and more impatient. Harvey was starting to let that impatient, needy, carnal desire overtake him as well. He couldn't deny her, not when his mouth was watering for just a taste-just one little taste of her sweetness- his personal cup of espresso.
He slowly worked his way up and down her slit. His tongue glided against the lips, parting them to get a taste of her honey. Her eyes fluttered and her hips twitched, trying to press herself against his mouth. His tongue gathered the wetness at her opening and spread the juices upwards, swirling the wetness against her clit. His tongue alternated tracing circles around her clit to flicking the bud directly. He had positioned his arms in a way where they could still hold her legs in place, but giving a free hand for his middle finger to trace the entrance while his tongue ghosts and darts around her slit.
She was losing her composure, her clit was swollen, nerves on fire, and insides clenching around nothing as his thick finger teasingly dipped a centimeter inside before pulling out. It was almost sensual, her body melting into the sheets out of pure need.
Harvey timed it to where his middle and ring finger plunged deeply inside of her at the same time his lips latched around her swollen clit. A cry escaped her rosy lips, and her body tried to twist simultaneously both in the direction of the stimulation, and away from it. Harvey purred against her cunt, looking up at her with dazed eyes that were clouded by arousal. His thick fingers were being squeezed impossibly tight by her entrance, and he bent his fingers forward, searching for that one spot that--
"Mmph-there it is - that felt good, huh?" Harvey encouraged, taunting the reactions out of her.
His two fingers were lazily rubbing that one sensitive spot on her inner walls, causing her to bite her hand to silence her cries. Harvey was watching her reactions with an intensity only reserved for her. His cock is straining against the pajamas, and feeling almost too good to grind it against the soft mattress. Harvey imagines what the juices dripping down his chin would feel like dripping down onto his cock. Fuck, its too much for a man to bear. His glasses were fogged and he could smell her on his mustache.
She could feel her muscles tightening in her stomach. The inner walls hugged his fingers and her clit was aching against the flat of his tongue. With a clouded mind, she brought her own small hands to her breasts, rolling the nipples and feeling herself get overwhelmed by all the sensations. Harvey's eyes darkened watching her do this, and made an unexpected growl against her clit. The vibration sent a chill up her spine.
He knew she was getting closer by the way her breath was shattered, and her muscles contracted. Harvey's cock twitched feeling her grind herself down onto his tongue, back arching, eyes screwed shut, sweat glistening off her torso.
He was panting as well, watching her get closer and closer. It didn't matter if she didn't want to come right now, because he knows he can make her.
"Mhm... mhm!" Harvey encouraged, softly sucking on her clit, and coaxing the orgasm out through the coaching of his fingers. Her insides clenched so tight that Harvey thought his fingers would lose circulation. Juices dripped down his hand and chin and onto the sheets below. Her body writhed and she let out the most adorable squeak he'd ever heard. His strong arms fought to keep her body from twitching and moving, holding her strongly against his face.
"G-ah! Harv-" She squealed in overstimulation as he lazily traced her clit with his tongue. The Farmer was breathless, eyes puffy, fingers tingling from the intensity of her climax. It had been so long since she and her husband had the amount of time to savor each other like that.
Harvey didn't stop... just got slower. Her body got more relaxed in his grip. She was catching her breath, occasionally mewling at her overstimulated bud that he couldn't seem to leave alone. It was an obsession, an obsession with her taste that had him wantonly, slowly, sensually, lapping at all the dripping essence. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment and she wiggled in his grasp once more, and she felt the afterschocks ripple across her.
Harvey slowed down in a similar rhythm with her aftershocks, still holding her in place. It was intimate and comforting, like he was guiding her back down from the clouds. His grip loosened on her, and he rubbed her hips while softly kissing the outside of her lips and inner thighs. His large, warm hands made her feel safe. He slipped her pajama bottoms back on and pulled her tank top back down with confidence.
Bones felt like jelly, but she tried to sit up. She attempted to grab him by the hair and neck to pull him closer for a sweet, intimate kiss. It was a bit clumsy, and her hands were still shaking, and her forehead bumped against his glasses, but her brain turned to mush tasting herself against his lips. The room was silent, and the stillness of the moment felt like they were in their own little world. Harvey whispered sweet words of reassurance against her face, wrapping her body in his arms and laying them down against the pillows.
She melted into him, her arms squeezing his torso like a koala bear.
"You're still hard," she quipped, softly humming against his chest.
"How could I not be? M'next to you..." He grumbled back, his eyes watching her movements. The rise and fall of her chest, her soft breath against the hair of his chest, her eyelashes fluttering...
She wiggled her arms out of the hug and took his glasses off the bridge of his nose. Her hands folded them with delicate care and placed them behind him.
"We could keep going..." she murmured, her eyes still closed, her ear pressed to his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat thudded beneath her, perfectly in sync with her own. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence filled only by their quiet breaths and the warmth of each other's arms.
It took him a few seconds to respond, as if the pull of their closeness had lulled him into the same dreamy haze.
"Don’t worry," he finally said, his voice low and tender, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at his lips. He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, the gesture impossibly gentle. "I won’t let you sleep in."
She smiled, glad to help him get his energy out.