Page 53 of It's Only Love

He pulled back and looked up at her, the moonlight shining through the clouds, casting a glow around her. She was a goddess, plump lips swollen from his kiss, eyes hooded in arousal, cheeks flushed, and chest heaving with her breaths. She continued to stare down at him, light blue eyes shining with a sly look, she began a slow roll of her hips, rubbing herself up and down his shaft. His breath stuttered out of him at the intensity of their eye contact as she moved her body, he gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging in. God, she was killing him.

She worked herself over him, her eyelids dipping slightly, he gripped her tightly, stopping her and then released her hips. He ran his hands up her tiny waist, then up over the front of her breasts, her hard nipples abrading his palms, he took a moment to brush the tips with his thumbs. The action had her eyes fluttering in pleasure and her head lolled back. He left her breasts to pull her damp t-shirt over her head and drop it in a wet heap on the floor of the truck. Her bra, which turned out was the same shade as her lipstick, followed her t-shirt.

He stared at the heavy weight of her breasts. Creamy, round, and perfectly tipped with those frozen berry nipples, reaching for him. He watched entranced as every inhale lifted them closer to him before they dipped away with each exhale, teasing him. When she couldn’t take anymore she reached out and pulled his head to them, and his tongue flicked out to circle one of the demanding tips. She cried out and bucked against him as he whipped his tongue back and forth while his other hand reached up to pluck its twin. She pressed her breast harder into his mouth, and he couldn’t get enough, sucking hard and then licking away the sting. He pulled back and blew gently over her damp breast, cool air trickling over them, before turning to do the same to its mate.

“Dean, please, I need…” she gasped out, goosebumps covering her chest and arms as he stroked his fingers over the little bumps.

“What do you need, darlin’?” he rasped. She rubbed herself back and forth in his lap and then reached down between them to stroke him through the denim. He thrust his pelvis up into her hand and sucked her nipple again.

“Inside, I need you inside me,” she gasped, and leaned forward to lick the shell of his ear. “Please,” she breathed into his ear and he shivered. He had tortured her enough now. He gave her nipple a final, flat tongue lick then pulled back, working her overalls down her hips. She lifted her leg, and he managed to get one foot out the shorts and then the other until her overalls joined her bra and t-shirt on the floor. He ran his eyes over the wide curve of her hips, down to her panties and her rounded, creamy, splayed thighs. His cock throbbed in his jeans, she was perfect, made just for him.

“Touch me,” she begged. His eyes went to her face, her lip pulled between her teeth. He watched her intently as he reached out and stroked over the damp center of her panties. Her head fell back, and she tried to rub against his hand, but he pulled it away. Her head shot back up and she pinned him with a hard stare. He chuckled and then hooked a finger around the edge of her panties and slid inside her. She moaned when he added another finger, her hot, tight walls clamping down on him, he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning.

He spread his fingers, stretching her and thrust them in and out faster. The wet suction filled the truck as her channel greedily swallowed his fingers. She lifted her hands to cup and play with her breasts as he filled her with a third finger. He didn’t dare stop her, just wanted to watch as she found her pleasure. He loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take control, wild with her inhibitions.

“Oh, Dean…fuck,” she groaned, and the dark curse coming from that innocent, sensual mouth tipped him over the edge, pushing him to breaking point. He removed his fingers and yanked her panties down her legs, his urgency matched by Christy as she let go of her breasts and began fumbling at his jeans to get to him. She pulled his cock free and immediately wrapped her fingers around the thick base and pumped up his length once, twice.

“I’m on the pill, I’m clean,” she rushed out.

“Same, except about the pill,” he replied, and she giggled. He marveled at how they could be so worked up and yet manage to find humor in the moment. She nodded at him and pulled herself up before guiding him to her slick entrance. He felt the head of his cock nestled against her and he raised his hips to push inside. Her muscles give way around him, but the resistance was there, squeezing him tightly, making him see stars. He moved a little slower, allowing her body to adjust to him, until he was seated all the way inside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him until they were a breath apart.

He peered up at her, her hair falling in loose curls around her face, he cupped her cheek and covered her mouth with his. They both held still, not moving as they kissed, he poured all his passion and need into her. When their tongues met, his cock throbbed inside her, but he still didn’t move. They broke apart, and he pulled her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently then sucking it. He kissed down her neck to her collarbone, and then to her breast, and sucked her nipple back into the hot cave of his mouth. Her sex clenched around him, and he thrust into her, earning a cry from Christy. He looked at her face, worried he hurt her, but could only see pleasure lighting her features.

He didn’t have much room to maneuver himself, but Christy pushed herself back and he reclined further in his seat until he was laying nearly flat. He watched as she rose up, his sexy goddess, and impaled herself on his cock again and again. Her hot core worked him perfectly, teasing him. She leaned back further and settled into a slow grind that had his head spinning and toes curling. He wanted to pound into her, fought against the instinct and let her take control. She rolled her hips back and forth sloooowly, clenching and releasing him, he started sweating from the effort to not take over. She leaned back further and accidentally beeped the horn of the truck, startling them both.

“Sorry, sorry!” she mumbled, whilst working him, increasing her speed. He watched her breasts bouncing up and down and gripped her rounded hips, fantastic for holding on as she rode him so perfectly.

“It’s okay, there’s no one around for miles,” he gritted out. The knowledge must have unleashed something inside her as she threw her head back and moaned long and loud. His control finally snapped, he tightened his grip on her hips and began thrusting up into her, pulling her down hard to meet him. The push pull sensation and suction on his shaft had his sac drawing up tight, but he wasn’t ready for it to end.

He knew what he agreed to, but he already knew he couldn’t have her just once. It wasn’t enough, there were so many ways he wanted to take her, and have her take him. He pulled himself upright and pulled her tight against his chest, her hard nipples abrading his flesh and he fed her a hard kiss. His tongue sliding in and out, mimicking the motions of his cock. He left her lips and kissed her jaw, her neck, her cries of pleasure spurring him on. He trailed his tongue over her neck and fit his lips to her skin and sucked hard.

“Oh, God!” she cried, and ran her hands up his neck and into his hair, gripping his scalp hard, holding him to her. He continued to suck as he thrust up into her, faster, fucking her as hard as he could. He felt like an animal, but it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. He moved his hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed. She cried out again as she started to come, her muscles clenched around him, quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. As her muscles gripped his cock, he slammed into her a final time and erupted, grunting into her neck. As he came, he continued stroking her and sent her into another hard climax, the sounds of their panting filled the truck.

He pulled back to look at her, her eyes were closed tight, a beautiful, satisfied smile lifting her lips. He kissed the corner of her mouth and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, needing a moment to recover. Never had it been like that for him, he was shaking from the intensity of it. After a few moments, Christy spoke, her voice hoarse from her climax.

“It’s stopped raining,” she said, wiping at the steamed-up window next to her, he looked outside.

“Perfect timing then,” he said, and released his hold on her so she could get off him. She quickly dressed in her damp clothes while he zipped up his jeans and got out of the truck, coming around to open her door. He held her hand as he helped her down, and she smiled up at him. He dropped a quick kiss on her swollen lips. He took her hand and as they turned towards the house, he felt a knot growing in the pit of his stomach the closer they got.

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