She reaches between us and works the button of my jeans open. I lazily stroke her swollen clit, and she rocks against me. We’re each doing separate actions, but we’re moving in perfect harmony.
I think I’m in love with this woman.
It’s too soon. I haven’t known her long enough. I can’t be.
She frees my dick, and it crowds out the questions. It’s just us in the cab of my pickup. Just us for tonight. As she grinds back and forth against my fingers, she pumps my erection in her hot hand. I’m going to come way too damn fast if we keep doing this. We have the whole night, but I also need to make sure she gets enough rest for tomorrow.
I abandon her clit, and her eyelids flutter. She rises,ready to sink down on my cock and take it all, but I grasp her wrist.
“Feel how wet you are for me.” I line my fingers up with hers.
Her breath wafts over me in a whiskey-scented cloud, but she touches herself, and I feel her doing it. Blood hammers through my erection. It’s fucking throbbing, but I have to steal these moments.
“Oh God, Durban.”
“Stroke yourself, Belle.” I move her fingers in circles.
Her lips part and her eyes fall shut. “Yes.”
I can’t wait any longer. I ditch her clit and guide myself inside her body. Sweltering heat hugs around my dick, gripping and demanding. “Keep stroking yourself,” I order and thrust up.
She cries out and slams down as I’m rolling up for more.
“God, yes.” Her hair’s in my face and tickling my neck, but I don’t care. I put my hand back on hers and help her rub her clit. I need her to come with me.
“Touch yourself,” I say, even though she hasn’t stopped. “Feel me driving into you.”
“So good,” she groans.
“You fit me so well. Fucking perfect, Belle.” I lean up to catch her lips again.
Planting my heels, I change the angle to drive into her. She fists her free hand in my shirt just as her body clenches mine. Fucking finally.
“Come for me, Belle.”
She tears her mouth from mine to cry out. A flood of heat blooms between us, and I let go with a roar.
How can this feel so damn good? There’s nothing like it. There’s never been anyone like her. I pump, thelength of my thrusts shortening. I spill inside of her, and she takes it all. She wrenches her hand away, and I clasp it in mine. Shudders run through her, and I’m still spasming, my hips jerking.
Then we fall still. The garage is quiet with only our breathing making any noise.
I cup her face and run my thumb over her lower lip. “I’m going to take you inside, fuck you one more time, and then you’re going to bed and getting a good night’s sleep.”
She wraps her long fingers around my wrist. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Anytime. I’ll get you through this wedding.”
Her gaze traces my face. There’s tension returning that should’ve been fucked out of her. She pushes up, and I slip outside of her warm body. She scoots back, and the horn honks, blasting off the walls. A yelp shoots out of her, and she jumps, her head hitting the top of the cab.
A shocked look crosses her face. I can’t sit up or I’ll knock her around some more. “Damn. You okay?”
She sputters and dissolves into laughter. I chuckle, and it grows. Her mouth drops open, and she’s laughing so hard she collapses on my chest. My dick is tucked between us, getting jostled around by the way we’re shaking. Yet I don’t make a move. I could so easily lift her hips and slide into paradise. I could watch her mirth change to fiery passion. The blush on her cheeks wouldn’t fade. But there’s not a thing I’d change about this moment—unless she hurt her head.
“Are you all right?” I manage to get out around my laughter.
She loses it even more, going silent with how funnyshe finds the situation. She buries her face in my shirt. “That”—breath—“scared the shit”—a gasp—“outta me.”
My cheeks ache from smiling so hard. What a ridiculous moment, but I’m pulled under even more. The sex is amazing, better than I ever thought it could be, but talking with her formed a connection I didn’t think was possible. Now that I know it is, what am I going to do about it?
