Page 61 of Breathless With Her

She helped me along, making sure she was completely out of her panties. And when I pulled the seat back and patted my lap, she grinned at me.

“We’ll make it work this time.”

“But damn, that miniskirt.”

“I’ve been singing that Tim McGraw song in my head all day,” she said as she slowly worked her way over the center console.

“Yeah, me, too. You know there’s one part where he says he has to work so hard for that first kiss. What do you think, you going to make me work hard?”

“Hey, as long as you’re hard, I don’t care.”

“Dude.” I started to laugh.

“I know. That was bad. But I really can’t wait anymore.”

I sheathed myself in the condom, gripped her hips, and slowly slid her over my length.

We both gasped, her warm cunt squeezing my dick hard.

I tugged on her tank top, and then on her bra until her tits popped out, then I leaned forward and sucked each one into my mouth. I bit down and worked at her nipples until they were pebbled and red like cherries.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

I slid my hands down her arms, slowly sliding my hips just enough so I worked in and out of her.

She rocked on me, her mouth parted as she met my gaze.

Her skirt was rucked up over her hips, her shirt tangled down right above it, and her bra askew as her tits bounced as she rode me.

I was still in all of my clothes, my pants just a little pushed down so my dick could be out and inside her.

I’d never had sex in this truck before. The only other time I’d been close had been when the two of us had gotten each other off.

This was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

She put one hand on the roof of the cab, the other on the back of my seat, and I gripped her hips with one hand as I used my other to palm her breast.

She worked me, bouncing up and down on my dick as I thrust inside her.

And when I used my hand to slide from breast to breast over her clothes and then moved to her clit, she came, clamping around my dick so tightly that I almost filled her immediately.

I kept going, though, slamming in and out of her, using the floor of the footwell to get the most of any thrust I could.

She kept going, too, her whole body flushed, and then I came, hard, fast. And she came around me again, her mouth on mine, neither of us looking at each other, just feeling.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except want to be with her.

She was mine in this moment, and if I let myself think hard about it, she could be mine forever.

But as the orgasm waned, and we cooled, and our breaths started to slow, I noticed that the windows of the truck had steamed. But we didn’t care.

This had to be it for now. I had to be okay with this.

But as she looked at me, I saw something there in her face, an emotion I couldn’t name. Something I wanted to name.

Maybe thiscouldbe more.

I really hoped it could be.

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