Wanting him as much as he wants me.
Strong hips punch into mine, impaling me on his cock with such a rapid pace my nails slip across his slick back.
He ends the kiss, shaking his head and sending more sweat flying over me. The next time he thrusts, he grabs hold of my wrists and pins them over my head, leaving me vulnerable and at his mercy. His eyes, now jet black, burn into mine as he pumps with renewed vigor.
“It’s raining.”
I catch sight of the light mist coming down steadily. A sudden flash of lightning illuminates his face, a look of pleasure and happiness amongst his dark features.
“A good omen, Iz.”
As if believing it to be, he pulls out almost all the way and slams into me with lightning-like speed. The rumble in the sky matches the surge of energy to my pussy and advances my orgasm. My entire body is clenched under and around him, straining under his muscles to give as much as I’m getting.
The storm brews stronger, sending fat raindrops down on us. His body bears the brunt of the harsh rain and cold air, the steam rising from his skin into the atmosphere with how hard he’s fucking me. I let out an almost inhuman sound, a mix of his name and a groan that spurs him on.
His hand loosens over my wrists, his eyes wide as they stare into mine. His hips buck against me, each motion more powerful than the last, until suddenly he tenses up. His chiseled shoulders and biceps ripple with the force of his orgasm, captured in the most beautiful and sincere smile. My name is a mouthed whisper against the torrential storm and heavy precipitation falling.
The crack of lightning captures us locked in place, merged as one. Content to be lost in a world where we make love and fuck under the stars, the rain, and thunder, and call it good luck.
“I don’t want to stop, Izzy.”
Rain catches on his eyelashes and runs down his face. His body shudders above me, possibly from the remnants of passion but more likely from the freezing conditions. I’m blinking rapidly against the watery intrusion, sharing his sentiment, but the conditions make it impossible not to stop.
“This is insane.”
The absurdity of the situation and his shrinking cock slipping out of me when I start laughing feels carefree and ridiculous. My laughter is contagious, triggering his as he pulls off me, grabbing the wet sleeping bag to tug around me to protect me from the cold. I’m freezing and shivering, watching him collect our wet clothes while stunningly naked in the pouring rain.
“And utterly us,” he yells over the loud boom of another clap of thunder before single-handling jumping off the tailgate with his arms full of our stuff. He rounds the side, opens the back, throws them all inside, and then returns to help me.
The squeal of the gate latching in place echoes behind me as I scramble to the passenger side door and dive inside. Moments later, he joins me, still naked, with the other sleeping bag to cover him.
His grin is wide and wild.
He has a playful glint in his eyes as he starts the engine. The air from the vents blows cold until it starts to warm.
“I can’t believe that happened.”
I shake my head, glancing at the windshields with rain rolling like miniature rivers down the glass. The field is pitch black, aside from the frequent lightning streaking across the sky, which temporarily illuminates it. Inside the cab, the glow from his LED lights and dashboard cast a blue hue over the fading smile on his face.
“Did you mean what you said, Isabella?”
I shake my head, unsure of which part he’s referring to.
“That I’m yours? Did you mean that or was it . . .”
He licks his lips, a sudden tightness pulling across his face until he finishes his sentence.
“Or was it just something you said, you know, in the heat of the moment?”
Even though I was caught up in him, reacting to the energy and velocity he was bringing, my words were accurate and true.
“I meant it, Diego.”
He blinks a few times, possibly clearing away the raindrops clinging to his eyelashes. The cab is utterly silent except for the harsh blow of the vents and the forceful rain lashing at the windows. Not even the random swish of the windshield wipers breaks through the sudden tension in the truck.
“Good, then get back on my cock for your next lesson.”
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