I watch her in amusement but also with deep pleasure. I look at her lips, wondering what she’s going to do next. If this is all we do, that’s fine by me.
She leans down and looks up at me through her lashes. “Can I use my mouth?”
I nod, probably too eagerly, and she smiles.
“Will you tell me if it feels good?”
I grab her hand and show her how to tighten her grip, guiding her movements. “That feels really fucking good. Just like that.”
She leans down and wraps her lips around the tip, and I’m pretty sure I see heaven. Then she slides down as far as she can go, and when I hit the back of her throat, I have to grip the seat to keep from embarrassing myself.
“How was that?” she asks when she pulls back.
I grab her and kiss her lips, tasting my favorite fucking thing ever to exist. Her turn. She keeps her hand working my dick as I lean over her and feel her body.
Her stomach is firm, her tits are angelic, and her ass is fucking perfect. I reach for her pants, and she does the honor of unbuttoning them for me. I push my hand down, slipping under her clothes, and I’m met with a recently shaved pussy. It’s soft to touch.
“Moo,” I say, and she laughs, throwing her head back.
“You’re sticking to that nickname?”
I smile against her mouth. “I am.”
“Then, yes?”
“Are you ready?”
I meet her eyes with mine. A completely different view from what I’m used to. She’s yearning, she’s desperate, and she’s horny as hell.
I slide one finger inside her slowly, and she’s so wet I nearly groan out loud. “Ce, this is so hot. Fuck, you’re tight,” I whisper, and she laughs breathlessly.
But the second I curl my finger like Rocky mentioned tonight, she’s not laughing anymore.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps, her grip on me loosening as I move my finger in that come-here motion. “Fuck, Dylan. Oh my god.Oh my god!”
“Do you like it?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods frantically. “It feels so good.”
“Ready for more?”
She looks at me with wide eyes. “There’s more?”
I nod with a smirk. “Yeah. Way more, but for now...” Instead of explaining, I add my middle finger and use my thumb to find her clit.
She completely releases me, bracing herself against the back door as her breathing becomes ragged.
“Dylan,” she pants. “Oh my fucking god.”
“Feel good?”
“So good,” she manages.
I keep working my fingers, watching as she dances on my fingers. Small moans leave her lips as I work faster. My fingers burn like a thousand suns, but I keep the pace because she’s clutching at anything in reach.
“Come for me, Ce,” I whisper, feeling my dick stretch.
That command seems to snap her out of whatever haze she was in. Her eyes widen, and she looks at my hand between her legs, at me still hard and wanting, at the steamed-up windows of my truck. It’s like she’s seeing this scene from outside her body.
