Page 10 of Cementing Her Love

Holy hell, she was perfect.

“Do you have a condom?” Her fingers unsnapped her jeans, and she wiggled to her backside, then shimmied out of them before climbing back.

“Damn. And yes. I just need to shift—ah, fuck, darling.” She’d opened the snaps on my jeans and freed my aching cock, taking me in hand. Her forehead fell onto mine. Our heavy breaths mingled between us, and I could have died and gone to heaven in that exact moment. Well, maybe after another five or so because if she kept stroking me, I was going to go off before she could.

“Hold on, Shay. Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to think I expected this, or?—”

“Shut up and kiss me.” But instead of waiting for me, she dipped her head and kissed me long and hard. Our tongues dueled, but I won and set a pace that she matched with her strokes until I had to put my hand over hers.

“As good, no, as great as that feels, I need to you to stop and let me take care of you first.” She leaned back with a wicked smile. I closed my eyes and sent up a prayer I’d survive this version of Shay. I fished my wallet out of my pocket and tossed it where I could easily reach it when I needed it. Thank god for bench seats. Best decision I made when I bought this truck.

SHAYLA

I’m not sure what actually made me jump onto Colton, but once I was there, I knew I was home. And he felt so good, better than what I could ever imagine. Desperate for him, I couldn’t wait. I simply acted.

When I took his velvety, hard length in hand, all I could think about was having it deep inside me. And when I thought I couldn’t get any wetter, he told me he wanted to take care of me first, and a second flood of warmth pooled between my thighs. The need for release had me rocking my hips and pressing myself against his cock.

“Hold on, love. Let me. Do you know how fucking sexy you look perched above me? Your hair backlit by the setting sun and your luscious, pebbled nipples just begging to be sucked?”

Nodding, I reached behind my back and released my aching breasts, then arched closer, offering myself to him.

The first swipe of his tongue was a spark. The second had me lifting off and moving my hips again. “I need you, Colt. Please.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. It sounded so husky, so needy.

“I’ve got you. I hope you’re not attached to these panties.”

Before I could comprehend what he’d said, he tugged until I heard fabric tearing. Oh, my. His fingers tunneled between my folds and I wanted to throw my head back and beg him to make me come, but I also wanted the tease. I wanted it slow and to savior every moment.

“So wet for me.” He rasped out then kissed my neck in hot open mouth kisses as he strummed my swollen flesh. Flicking fast, then slow, I held as still as I could. The agony of the pleasure, and the release I knew I’d find from his wicked fingers, had me holding my breath. I wanted this first time to last forever. His whispered words between kisses emboldened me to ride his fingers and not worry about what I looked like doing it.

Colton continued to stroke me, but when his kisses stopped, I opened my eyes to find his smoldering gaze locked on my face.

Sweat glistened on his forehead, and when he smiled, I nearly came.

“So, damn beautiful. Tell me what more can I do? Faster, slower?”

I couldn’t have spoken if my life depended on it. It didn’t matter that he was getting me off in the cab of his truck. This was the perfect place for us as far as I was concerned.

Colton’s thumb began rubbing my clit, first in slow tortuous circles, then when I let out a low moan, he increased his speed and, thank god, the pressure. Sharp tingles erupted inside me and I was so very close. “Yes, please. Just. Like. That.” I begged.

When my orgasm hit, I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I rode the waves as he milked me. My inner walls clamped down on the fingers he’d slipped inside me, seeking that magical spot.

“Breathe, baby. Scream if you need to. I’ve got you.” Colton’s words released me and my cries filled the steam-filled cabin. My thighs burned, but I didn’t care. I held onto his shoulders tight as aftershocks rocked my body and his fingers dug into my hips, steadying me.

I pressed myself against his cock, revealing at the hiss he released. “Your turn.” I lifted myself up just enough to give him space. He grabbed his wallet, tore into the condom, and rolled it on himself in record time.

Feeling surer of myself and my body than I ever have, I lifted his chin with a finger and held his darkened gaze as I sheathed myself, taking his length inside me one inch at glorious inch at a time.

Better than I’d imagined, he stretched and filled me until I was seated in his lap. “Do you want me to move?” I teased.

“You’re a vixen, and I like it. Hold on.” Colton bucked once, then twice. The movements hitting my sensitized clit and I swear I saw stars.

“Um, yes. More. Just like that.” I waited, and he did not disappoint.

“Lift yourself just a bit. There, right there.” He groaned, then captured my lips. Kissing me as he pounded inside me, sending me even higher until another orgasm crept up on me.

Colton’s thrusts became faster, deeper. How did I not know sex could be like this? Feel like this?

“You are so damn perfect. Come with me.” Colton began to strum my clit once more. He shouted my name, and I tightened my hold around his neck and held on as I crested again. I didn’t hold my voice back this time. Our shouts rang out and I swear our heartbeats drummed in sync with each other. He said I was perfect, but it was him that was perfect and I was another step closer to falling all the way.

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