Go get freshened up! Chp 2

The farmhouse door swung open with a creak that echoed through the quiet evening, letting in the scent of sun-baked earth and wild grass from the fields.
Erik and Ashley stumbled inside, their bodies still humming from the day's labor fixing fences and the raw, urgent fuck they'd had in the truck bed just before driving back.
Dust clung to their clothes, but neither cared. Ashley's hand was already tangled in Erik's shirt, pulling him close as she kicked the door shut behind them. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding against each other, her fingers digging into his shoulders while his hands roamed her hips, squeezing the curve of her ass through her jeans.
They made it as far as the living room before Erik spun her around, pressing her back against the door. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one strong hand, his body trapping hers. Ashley gasped into his mouth, the taste of him still fresh—salty and thick, the remnants of his cum from earlier when she'd sucked him in the truck, swallowing most but leaving just enough to linger. Erik deepened the kiss, devouring her, his free hand sliding down to cup her breast, thumb flicking over her hardening nipple through the fabric.
She arched against him, her pussy throbbing with need, already wet from the memory of him pounding into her amid the tools and hay bales. "Fuck, you taste like me," Erik murmured against her lips, his voice rough with lust. He released her wrists just long enough to spread her legs with his knee, his hand diving between her thighs. He rubbed her pussy through her jeans, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Ashley moaned, grinding against his palm, but he pulled back suddenly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Go get freshened up," he said, his tone firm but teasing. "I'll start the BBQ. We need to eat before I fuck you senseless again."
Ashley's eyes widened, her breath coming in short pants. "No, I need your cock inside me now. Please, fill me up again." She reached for his belt, but he caught her hands, shaking his head. "Be a good girl, Ash. Obey me, and I'll reward you later. Trust me." His voice dropped lower, promising more than words could convey. She pouted, but the spark in her eyes said she was already scheming.
Erik didn't give her time to argue. He started undressing her right there, peeling off her dusty shirt to reveal her large, perfect tits, nipples peaked and begging for attention. He leaned down, kissing a trail from her collarbone to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hands worked her jeans open. Ashley's head fell back against the door, her fingers threading through his hair as he lavished her skin with his tongue. He tugged her jeans and panties down in one motion, exposing her completely. Kneeling, he kissed lower, over her stomach, her hips, down to her thighs. The taste of their earlier sex lingered on her—his cum streaked across her lower back and the sweet swell of her ass from when he'd pulled out and marked her in the truck.
Erik turned her slightly, licking a slow path along her skin, savoring the salty mix of sweat and his own release. Ashley shivered, her pussy clenching at the sensation, but he didn't touch her there. Instead, he rose, capturing her lips again, sharing the flavor with her in a deep, messy kiss. "Now, shower," he commanded, giving her ass a light smack that made her yelp. "And don't play with yourself in there. Save that pussy for me."
They parted ways—Ashley heading to the bathroom, her bare feet padding on the floor, while Erik stripped off his shirt and headed to the back porch to fire up the grill. But as the water hissed on in the shower, Ashley's mind raced. She knew what he wanted, deep down. Erik loved when she pushed back, when she disobeyed just enough to earn his "punishment." The thought sent a thrill through her, her body trembling with anticipation. She'd be the bad girl he craved, and he'd catch her, just like always.
The steam filled the bathroom quickly, fogging the mirror as Ashley stepped under the hot spray. She lathered up with soap, her hands gliding over her skin, spending extra time on her tits. They were full and heavy, the suds sliding down the curves as she cupped them, thumbs circling her nipples. Memories of earlier flashed—Erik's mouth on her in the truck, his hands pinning her down while he thrust deep. Her pussy ached, slick and ready. She couldn't resist. One hand trailed lower, fingers teasing her wet pussy, dipping into the wetness that had nothing to do with the shower. She leaned against the tiled wall, eyes closed, imagining Erik bursting in, his dominant side taking over. Her fingers worked her clit in slow circles, building the pressure, her other hand squeezing her breast harder. A moan escaped her lips, the fantasy pulling her deeper—him bending her over, fucking her until she screamed.
The door creaked open, but Ashley was lost in it, too far gone to stop. She heard footsteps but didn't turn, her fingers moving faster now, chasing the edge. Erik stepped into the room shirtless, his jeans already unbuttoned, the bulge of his hardening cock visible. He watched her for a moment, stroking himself through the fabric, enjoying the show. Her body was a sight—water cascading over her curves, tits bouncing slightly with each rub, her ass pressing back against the wall.
He stripped quietly, his cock springing free, thick and veined, already half-hard from the tease. Stepping into the shower, he pressed it against her ass, the heat of him shocking against her wet skin. His arms wrapped around her from behind, hands covering hers on her tits, squeezing as he nipped her earlobe. "Are you going to cum for Daddy?" he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. Ashley nearly shattered right then, her fingers vigorous on her clit, moans turning to whimpers.
She was so close, teetering on the brink. Erik's cock nestled between her cheeks, sliding against her as he ground into her. "Don't stop," he growled, and before she could respond, he bent her forward, hands on her hips. With one smooth thrust, he slid his hard cock deep inside her pussy, stretching her wide. That was it. Ashley's orgasm hit like a wave, uncontrollable and fierce. Her walls clenched around him, pulsing in rhythmic contractions that milked his dick. She cried out, body shaking, slumped against the wall as pleasure ripped through her.
Erik held her steady, one hand gripping her hip hard, burying himself deep, feeling every twitch and spasm. He didn't move yet, letting her ride it out, her pussy gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, yes," she gasped, her voice echoing off the tiles. Erik pulled her hair gently from behind, tilting her head back so he could kiss her neck, his cock still buried to the hilt, filling her completely. He savored the way she convulsed around him, the aftershocks making her tremble for what felt like forever.
Slowly, he started massaging her back, his thumbs digging into tense muscles, an occasional smack landing on her ass to keep her on edge. When her breathing evened out, he pulled her upright, his hands roaming to her tits again, kneading the soft flesh. "You were a bad girl, touching yourself like that," he murmured, nipping her ear. "Punishment's coming tonight. You earned it."
He turned off the water, toweling her off with deliberate care, patting her tits dry, running the fabric between her legs until she squirmed. Then he dried himself, his cock still semi-hard and glistening. "Get dressed and come sit by the fire. I'll bring dinner to you." Ashley nodded, her body buzzing, anticipation coiling low in her belly.
She slipped into a simple sundress, no bra or panties—knowing it would please him and headed out of the bedroom. The living room fire crackled warmly, casting flickering shadows as she curled up on the couch. Erik brought plates of grilled steak, potatoes, and fresh corn from the garden, the savory smells mixing with the woodsmoke. They ate in comfortable silence at first, stealing glances, the air thick with unspoken promises. Midway through, Erik's foot nudged hers under the table, a subtle tease that made her pussy clench.
After dinner, he set the plates aside and stood, extending a hand. "Walk up to the tack room with me, Ash. Got something to show you."