His horrified face had her bending over in the truck with laughter.
“You’ll pay for that.”
“Yes, please. Make me pay.”
He pulled into the first sandwich place they came to, they ran in and placed their orders, then were back in his truck and on the road five minutes later.
Her hand moved to his thigh in the truck. “Just need to get you ready.”
“I’m ready,” he said. “Move it a little more and you’ll see.”
“Will you be upset if I unbuckle and drop my head into your lap?”
“Short of sounding like a dad and being insulted again, hold that thought. I don’t need to crash or get pulled over. Got to keep my record clean right now.”
“Got it,” she said. “Boring. Being responsible and all.”
They got back to his place, his foot on the gas a bit more than it should have been, but his dick was actually controlling the show this time.
He tossed their food in the fridge wherever it landed, picked her up by the arms and sat her down on the table.
Her hands were in his shirt and pulling it up over his head, her mouth going for his nipple.
“Ouch,” he said. “Did you just bite me?”
“Hurry up,” she said. “You can return the favor.”
He yanked her shirt up and off, then tackled her bra while her hands went for the button on his jeans.
“I need to get a condom,” he said.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Your choice though.”
She’d gotten a shot in the arm over a month ago. As much as she wanted a child, she didn’t want it without being married. She was too old-fashioned for that.
She might joke about a sperm donor but hoped it would never come to that.
She lifted and shoved her jeans down to her ankles after she unfastened them, then kicked one leg out. He undid his, his dick springing free.
He yanked her close, her ass still on the table, her legs around his hips as he slammed into her.
This was what she was missing. What she needed again.
To show they still had it.
That it was just as strong as it’d been.
His hands went to her hips and pushed her tight while she ground against him.
“This feels so good,” she said. “Better than good.”
“If I move too much I’m done,” he whispered in her ear. “You need to get there. Grind, pump, touch yourself, I don’t care, but fucking get there.”
She was rubbing against him, the fullness inside of her mixed in with her tender flesh against his skin.
She hoped his table held her weight and movements because she wasn’t stopping until she did as he’d told her.
His fist wrapped around her hair, his mouth slanting against hers. The forcefulness of it was just another erotic sensation.
