Page 72 of Without Judgment

I pressed my lips to his, not hesitating in slipping my tongue into his mouth. I enjoyed the way his breath caught. Being the instigator and taking him off guard was fun.

His erection strained against his jeans, rubbing my center, while his hands took hold of my hips and grinded me closer.

My fingers ran through his hair, loving the silky way it felt in my hands.

“You want it here or inside?”

“Here,” I panted. “Now.”

His hand reached towards the middle of the seat, where he’d put the condoms. Guess I should feel lucky he hadn’t put them in the back with the other groceries. He practically ripped open the box and then fumbled with one of the foil packets.

“Lift up and pull your thong to the side.”

Easier said than done in the cramped space, but I managed.

Meanwhile, he undid his jeans and slid them down to his thighs along with his boxer briefs. He quickly sheathed himself with the condom. “You wet enough?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

I eased down on him slowly while observing his intense stare of where we were joining. Now that was hot. To watch him move in and out of me like this.

“You feel amazing,” he muttered taking my lips again.

“You, too. Oh, God, I’m already close,” I managed between kisses.

His gaze locked on mine when I leaned back to take him further inside. Trying to ignore the steering wheel pressing into my back, I shut my eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

“No, open them. I want to see you while you come for me.”

It was almost too intense. Too raw. Too vulnerable to be face to face like this in the confined space. To know we both hadn’t been able to wait until we got out of the truck and took the few steps into the cabin. Desire had taken over, and I was along for the ride. Literally.

He helped set the pace, his hands on my hips, guiding me up and down. But when one hand moved to my clit, I was done for. Obliterated. Throwing my head back, I ground out my orgasm until every nerve felt fried in every fiber of my being.

I came down from my high slowly to realize that, though he’d stopped moving, he remained buried deep inside of me. True to his word, his gaze was trained on me.

“Climb off of me slowly.”

“Did you finish?” Had I been so caught up in my orgasm I’d missed his?

“Not yet. I want you to go inside and get on the bed. Touch yourself and wait for me. I need to bury my face in your pussy for a while, then I’m taking you from behind.”

Yes and please. See, I could totally do sex without strings. I just had to keep on doing it, so I wouldn’t have time to overthink it.

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