Page 43 of Breathless With Her

“Then kiss me.”

I moved forward, slowly tracing my finger along her jaw, and then I lowered my lips to hers.

It was a soft kiss, just a brush of mouths, but then she parted her lips, and there was no stopping either of us. I groaned into her, tugging the back of her hair so I could wrench her neck to the side. I deepened the kiss, undoing her seatbelt at the same time. She moved one of her hands between us, gripping my erection through my jeans, and I groaned.

Somehow, my hands moved in between us, working on her pants, tugging them down ever so slightly so I could get behind the waistband.

“Devin, I need you.”

“I just need to touch you. I don’t think my truck is conducive to sex, but I just need to touch you.”

“Okay. Anything.”

“That’s the magic word.” I slid my hand inside her panties and over her mound, cupping her.

She went still, shivering in my hold. I slowly ran my middle finger over her tight nub, the wetness of her already so potent I almost came in my jeans. I rolled her clit between my fingers and then slid my hand deeper, her jeans pressing tightly against the back of my hand so it was hard to work, but I could get at least one finger along her slit. I moved up and down slowly with each kiss, with each thrust of my tongue. She panted, her hands trying to reach my belt buckle, but I knew this wasn’t about me.

I slid one finger into her and curled it, slowly running my forefinger along her clit, and my middle finger along that sweet bundle of nerves.

She stiffened in my hold, and then she came, her cunt squeezing my finger hard.

She panted, her whole body shaking, and then I looked at her. Her eyes were so dilated, I knew she had come hard.

I slid my finger out of her, slowly rubbing over her clit again until she shivered, and then I put my digits in my mouth to lick them clean.

“That was…I never go off that quick.”

“Good to know.”

And then she grinned and went back to my belt buckle. I leaned back and let her work. She slowly undid my zipper, and I rotated my hips so she could get better access.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” I whispered.

“No, I want this. And you’re not going to die on me.”

“That’s my girl.”

Again, she wasn’t my girl, but I couldn’t think about that. Not with her hand on my dick and her mouth on the tip.

She had pulled me out when I wasn’t looking, and now slowly bobbed her head over me. I slid my hands into her hair, slowly guiding her as she squeezed the base of my dick, sliding up and down, her mouth enveloping me in a warm caress.

She moved quicker, hollowing her mouth as her tongue played with the tip, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I slid my hand through her hair, the other down her back to her butt. I squeezed one cheek and then slid my hand in between her legs and over the seam of her pants so I could rub on her clit. I rubbed hard, just enough to get her going, but I was the one who came. I tried to pull back, attempted to warn her, but she clamped down on me, taking every ounce of me. Licking me up as if I were an ice cream cone.

Jesus Christ. It was like I was a fucking teenager, thinking of her like that.

But a blowjob in my truck?

Yeah, that was a fantasy from my teens. And, apparently, a fantasy for now, too.

Jesus.

She pulled away, licking her lips and wiping off her chin. I grimaced, leaned forward, then kissed her hard. And grinned.

“You are one hell of a woman.”

She smiled, her eyes dancing.

“And you are one hell of a man.”

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