Our passion consumes us as we finish our quickie in the front seat of his truck. I stay on his lap for a minute, kissing him a few more times.
He looks at me. “Are you ready to go to dinner?”
I run my tongue along his bottom lip. “Why don’t we skip dinner and go straight to the hotel? We can fuck all night and order room service.”
He smiles, showing off his dimples.
“I love you so fucking much.”
With one final kiss, I reply, “Back at you, Balto.”
The End.