The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the sprawling fields of Daisy's father's farm. The air was thick with the earthy scent of hay and the distant hum of cicadas. Daisy stood by the entrance of the dairy barn, her red hair catching the last rays of daylight like flames licking at the sky. She wore a simple cotton dress that clung to her curves, the fabric soft against her skin as she shifted nervously from foot to foot.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted him. Charlie. His dark hair was tousled by the wind, and his green eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he approached. He was dressed in his usual work clothes—worn jeans and a flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal sinewy forearms dusted with hay and dirt.

"Daisy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "What are you doing out here?"

She turned to face him, her blue eyes locking onto his. "I could ask you the same thing, Charlie."

He chuckled, a sound that was both reassuring and electrifying. "Just checking on the cows before I head back to the house."

"Ah, the dutiful farmhand," she teased, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Keeping my father's business running smoothly."

Charlie stepped closer, his gaze never wavering from hers. "And what about you, Miss Daisy? Shouldn't you be inside helping your mother with dinner?"

Her breath hitched as he invaded her personal space, his presence a tangible force that made her heart race. "Maybe I wanted to see you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.

His fingers brushed against her arm, sending goosebumps cascading down her skin. "Is that so?"

"Yes," she admitted, her voice stronger now, more sure. "I couldn't stop thinking about... what happened between us."

Charlie's eyes darkened, his expression turning serious. "Neither could I. But we can't let anyone find out, Daisy. Your father would kill me if he knew."

She nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation. "I know. But that doesn't mean we can't... see each other again."

Charlie's lips twisted into a smirk. "You have something in mind, I take it?"

Daisy glanced around, ensuring they were alone. "There's a loft above the stables. We could... meet there when no one's around."

His eyes flickered with desire, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You drive a hard bargain, Daisy."

She shivered at his touch, her body responding to his proximity with an urgency that surprised even her. "Do we have a deal then?"

Charlie pulled back slightly, his gaze intense as he studied her face. "A deal," he agreed, his voice husky. "But remember, this stays between us."

Daisy swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "It will. I promise."

With that, Charlie took her hand, threading their fingers together as they slipped into the darkness of the barn. The loft was just as secluded as Daisy had imagined, the wooden beams creaking underfoot as they climbed the rickety ladder. Once at the top, they found themselves in a small, dimly lit space filled with dusty hay and forgotten tools.

Charlie released her hand, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undress. Daisy watched, mesmerized, as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the broad expanse of his chest and the defined muscles beneath. Her mouth went dry, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her own dress.

"Take your time," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. "I want to savor every moment."

Daisy bit her lip, hesitating for only a second before pulling the dress over her head. She stood before him, exposed and vulnerable, her curves glistening in the dim light. Charlie's eyes darkened with desire, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of her.

"You're beautiful, Daisy," he breathed, stepping closer until they were mere inches apart.

She felt the heat of his body radiating against hers, a stark contrast to the cool evening air. "Kiss me, Charlie," she pleaded, her voice breaking with need.

Without another word, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved deep, exploring the contours of her mouth with a fervor that left her breathless. Daisy melted against him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Charlie broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. "Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Daisy obeyed, parting her thighs as Charlie pressed one strong hand against the small of her back, guiding her forward. She gasped as his fingers found her core, slick and ready for him. He pushed two fingers inside, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate movements.

"Oh, Charlie," she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "Don't stop, please."

He kissed her again, swallowing her cries of pleasure as his fingers worked their magic. Daisy's world narrowed to the feel of his hand between her legs, the taste of his mouth on hers, the sound of their ragged breaths mingling in the confined space.

"Look at me, Daisy," he demanded, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze. "Tell me how bad you want this."

She met his eyes, her chest heaving with arousal. "I want you, Charlie. I need you inside me, now."

With a growl of satisfaction, Charlie withdrew his fingers, quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. In moments, he was naked, his erection straining against his stomach. He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked onto hers as he pushed inside her in one swift movement.

Daisy cried out, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. Charlie leaned forward, bracing himself on one arm as he began to move, thrusting into her with a steady rhythm that soon built to a feverish pace.

"Fuck, Daisy," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so good."

She echoed his sentiments, her body arching against his as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over her. "Harder, Charlie," she urged, her voice breathless. "Please."

He complied, driving into her with renewed vigor, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Daisy clung to him, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their coupling.

"Come for me, Daisy," he commanded, his voice a raw rasp against her ear. "Let me hear you scream."

That was all it took. Daisy's orgasm exploded through her, her body shuddering with release as she cried out his name. Charlie followed close behind, his own climax shaking him to the core as he spilled himself deep inside her.

For a moment, they simply held each other, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they rode out the waves of pleasure. Then, slowly, Charlie pulled out, collapsing beside her on the dusty hay. They lay there in silence, wrapped in each other's arms, the reality of what they had done sinking in.

"Daisy," Charlie whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "We need to be careful. This can't happen again unless..."

Before he could finish, Daisy silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shh," she said softly. "Let's not think about that now. Right now, it's just you and me."

Charlie sighed, resting his head on her shoulder.

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