A shiver rips through me as I’m in his grip.
The truck windows fog as the air inside the cab grows more humid, denser.
I open my knees, grab him by the root and notch him at my entrance. Heat pools low as I feel his solid length nudging at my entrance.
He groans, forehead dropping to my shoulder. “You feel…”
“I want you inside me, all of you,” I whisper, fingers trembling as I guide him.
He shudders.
“Are you sure?” he asks again, voice unsteady.
I cup his jaw with my free hand, meeting his gaze. “I want to take you, I want to stretch for you.”
His eyes flutter shut like the words alone are threatening to undo him.
With a deep inhale, he lowers me—so slow and careful—over the tip of his cock. There’s a zap through the ring of nerves at my entrance, and I tighten.
A soft gasp escapes me. Andri grips my hips, trying to hold absolutely still, trembling with his restraint.
“Tell me if you need to stop,” he rasps.
“I don’t,” I whisper, breath shaking. “Just give me a moment.”
I breathe against his neck, letting my body adjust around the fullness of him. That pinch of his first entry slowly melts into a sweet ache.
I let gravity help, placing my hands on his shoulders as I ease myself even lower. My pussy weeps around him, and with each tiny stroke, I spread my lubricant lower, easing myself down.
His cock catches the light as I rise again, that iridescent skin flashing between us. The shaft throbs, thick and heavy, as I spear myself down further.
“You’re doing so well,” Andri groans, his thumb searching for and finding my clit as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.
“That feels so good.” The pleasure makes my pussy clench, and everything gets too tight again.
“Hey, relax for me, Daphne, you’re so close to swallowing me up.”
His thumb slips up and down against my clit, and he’s got me melting against him again.
“I’m just going slow, but I promise I’m not stopping.”
Andri kisses my shoulder, and when I finally move again, a little growl of pleasure rips from his lips. Something about the noise, so primal, gives me the strength to let myself all the way down.
His thumb works, sandwiched between his low belly and my sex. I can feel the coolness of his minty precum against my inner walls.
“You’re so good, so perfect. Such a good girl taking my whole cock,” he groans.
“I want you to fuck me,” I get out through my gritted teeth.
When he finally moves, it’s like a whole new world has opened. His cock stretches me, activating nerves I didn’t know I had. His motions start slow, as if he’s worried he’ll break me. But when I meet him stroke for stroke, he loses some of his restraint.
The truck rocks. Snowflakes whisper against the window, the world outside soft and steady as we find our rhythm.
Like a lit fuse, my spark of pleasure blooms into that tight feeling right before bliss. And as he fucks me, one hand on the back of my neck, he pulls my forehead against his.
“You’re perfect, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted…”
His cock jumps, and I can feel the cord inside me only seconds from snapping. His mouth drifts to the hollow of my neck, and his teeth softly trace against the flesh just above my collarbone for a second before he turns it quickly into a kiss.
