Page 87 of 2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

My lips parted, allowing his tongue to lap over mine. My breasts pillowed against him, the thin fabric of my chest did little to keep the warmth of our bodies from meeting. I felt my nipples harden from the desire coursing through me. My fingers seared through his luscious tuft of hair, latching him to me.

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ds gripped my fleshy thighs, moving to my ass to ground me against his length. I was pretty much dry humping him for minutes, building up the sensation. He took my dress off at once, revealing my bare chest. I wished I hadn’t worn such a boring pair of green cotton panties. But he still feasted on me like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He trailed his lips down my neck, sucking the hollow of my clavicle before moving farther down to my breasts, kissing everywhere but my aching nipples.

“Please…please.” I whimpered. He growled, finally suckling on my nipple until I feared it could fall off. He released the hardened bud and did the same to the other. I was writhing against him, wiggling around until I felt his hardened cock against my thigh.

I undid the buttons of his shirt, raking my nails down his chiseled muscles as his fingers traced my folds over my panties. I fiddled with the belt of his jeans, until I finally released him from his briefs. His cock was so fucking perfect, and pretty. It’s head an angry pink, throbbing for me as moisture formed and slipped down his length. I circled his base and brought my hand upward until the moisture pooled over my hand. I wanted to taste him.

I maneuvered myself down to a kneeling position. I kept my eyes on him as his eyes widened. He bit his lip softly as I brought my lips to him. I sucked just the head, tasting him, feeling him in my mouth before I moved farther down. Teasing him by not going all the way. He twirled his fingers in my hair, latching me to him by my bun. He bucked his hips toward me, fucking my mouth slowly. I wanted to keep going, but suddenly he pulled me up. I fondled his balls, a heavy sack of his desire and he growled like an animal.

“I want to come inside you.” He pulled me back up onto his lap.

He pushed my panties out of the way. His mouth went to mine, kissing me roughly, with so much passion I barely noticed when he entered me. I broke away, my breath catching. He felt so much fuller this way, hitting me right at my core. I thought I would come already. Everything was tight, full, and throbbing as he guided me over him.

I rested my head in the crook of his neck. He nibbled on my shoulder, and then my ear. Every open area of skin was at his mercy. His heavy hands, hot and calloused rubbed my bare ass and moved up my front to cup my breasts. He weighed them in his hand, making me feel perfect for him. We fit perfectly. This feels so right and is perfect. Grinding against him, him twitching inside of me as we found pleasure in each other. It was perfect.

Can I settle for it? I wasn’t sure I could let it go. Let him go. I needed this, this perfect pleasure clouding around us.

“I’m so close, Tristan.” I whispered in his ear, he moaned against me. Pulling me deeper. Pushing himself inside of me further.

I felt him hitting my core, until I thought I would soak us both with my desire. I moved faster against him, rattling the entire truck. Someone walking by would know exactly what was going on, so I quieted my moans and cries of pleasure as much as I could. His grunts were feral, uninhibited as he took control of my body, lifting me up as he thrust into me.

I was rolling off the edge of orgasm quickly. Stuck at the top of a high wave until I came crashing down around him. It had been too long. It was blinding, made my eyes water and my chest clench as I came hard. I went slack, allowing him to use my body for his pleasure.

He finally released his seed inside of me, filling me up until there was nothing left. He held me close to him, arms tight around me like a vice. My head fell against his chest, I traced the fine hairs of his chest as I caught my breath. When he slipped out of me I whimpered from the sudden emptiness.

I did not want to let him go. He was so warm. Smelled so good. Felt so right. He pressed his lips to my temple, a sweet kiss that means nothing other than he cares for me.

“I missed you.” He said. It made my heart swell and leap like a happy teenager.

“I missed you too. I felt so bad, I hadn’t realized what I was doing to you. I don’t ever want to treat you like your ex did.” I kept my head on his chest. His eyes are too unnerving for me to look at.

“You weren’t.”

“But I hurt you. Made you feel like I was playing you.” I said. He sighed.

“Maybe. It doesn’t matter now.”

“What do you want to do?” I asked him.

“We can try this until after the wedding. I respect if you want to move on with your career. I can’t hold you back from your dream.”

His words seemed perfect. But there was so much I still wanted to say. I did not have energy to say anything else. I just wanted to enjoy his company. This little bubble of happiness we stuck ourselves in.

“You’re such a good man.”

He chuckled.

“I don’t know about that.”

I leaned back, looking into his eyes.

“You are. You don’t pressure me like others do, or try to get me to do something I don’t want.”

He tucked my hair behind my ear and held me close.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He noticed.

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