His mouth is warm and eager as waves of pleasure wash over me. My thighs clench around his ears, trapping him in place despite the angular jut of his shoulders into my muscles. I rock my mound against his mouth, grinding and dragging it back and forth while his tongue continues to drink me in.
The sleeping bags do little to protect against the hard bite of the truck bed, adding to the intensity of my orgasm. My grip slips from his hair, dampening with the cooler temperature and misty fog rolling in. The bright, dazzling stars I stare at are overtaken by a bit of cloud coverage.
“I thought you were beautiful before . . . but nah, watching you orgasm is far better.”
Soft lips brush against my inner thigh as my pussy pulses around his fingers. My pulse hammers in my head, my breath spilling out between us. Even though he just gave me a blissful orgasm, I’m ready for much more.
“Is that all, Teach? Some lesson.”
His head darts up from my clit, a parting flicker of his tongue before retracting it, a smirk overtaking his lips.
“Not by a long shot, Iz.”
His fingers slip from my slick pussy, which he raises to show me, proud of what he’s done. It’s charming in a silly sort of way until he’s on his knees, rubbing the wetness on each of my nipples and then ceremoniously licking it off. It’s hot, erotic, and gets me hornier just from the sight of it.
I angle around him, capturing his thick, long cock that curves back toward him. A gasp falls from his lips. His hips jolt in surprise and then pump into my fist. Wetness coats the top of his head, and I am happy that I turn him on as much as he turns me on. He groans, his mouth leaving my breasts a salvia-coated mess to fuck my fist faster.
“You like my cock? It’s all yours, Izzy.”
My hand latches around his neck, pulling him toward me while I continue to stroke him opposite his thrusting.
“Then prove it.”
I lift my leg toward my chest, edging him over a bit, and feel the last tug of my panties fall away when they slip past my foot. His cock is dangerously close to my pussy, nothing separating the head from stroking through the soft folds and causing us to both moan.
His body falters, collapsing onto one elbow to avoid crushing me and bringing him closer. When his forehead drops to mine, my eyes close, absorbing all our points of contact until my concentration narrows to two.
My pussy.
His cock.
Our breaths intertwine. Suddenly, I want to believe him. Want to believe that his cock is mine, he is mine, and that all this will work.
We’ll figure it out.
He said it. I didn’t believe it. Now I want to. My eyes flip open. I shift my head, forcing his to lift, yet nothing stops his thrusting over my folds and my whimpering with need.
“Do you . . . do you mean it?” I gasp, the words delayed when he changes pace, slowing down to drag the crown lazily through my lips and folds, driving me into a state of horny madness.
“Mean what?”
His fingers travel into my hair, toying with the fine strands at the edge of my temple with a tenderness that doesn’t match the moment. As if communicating things I’m not ready to feel.
“We’ll figure this out?”
Those dark irises search my face.
A small smile pulls a corner of his mouth and then descends slowly to connect with mine. I’m left wondering and waiting. This kiss is different. Slow and tender, unhurried despite the sudden rumbling of thunder overhead that causes us both to startle. The moment is interrupted as we both look to the sky to see the fog thickening and a pending storm coming.
“Maybe we should?—”
“Yes, Iz. This is figuring it out.”
His words cut off mine, desperately messing with the condom wrapper.
“Don’t. I want to feel you.”
I push it out of his hand, not wanting more barriers between us. Wanting to surrender to him, and the desire overwhelms me. His stare is blistering with renewed lust while his body tightens with restraint over mine.
