When we reach the truck, I shift her in my arms to pullopen the passenger door. I place her gently on the seat, making sure she's comfortable before stepping back. Her legs dangle out the door, bare and smudged with dirt, my t-shirt riding up her thighs.
"You look fucking perfect like this," I say, dropping her clothes on the floor of the truck. "Wrecked and wearing me on your body."
She smiles, a lazy, satisfied curve of her lips that makes my heart thump loudly. "Get in here already."
I circle around to the driver's side, yanking the door open and sliding onto the seat. The leather immediately sticks to my sweaty bare back, making me grimace. The cool material pulls at my skin as I settle in, reminding me I'm still half-naked and filthy from our forest fuck.
Before I can reach for the ignition, Reese slides across the bench seat until she's pressed against my side, her body warm and soft. I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap in one smooth motion, arranging her legs so they stretch across to the passenger seat.
"This isn't legal," she says, laughing as she settles against me, her ass pressed directly against my semi-hard cock.
"Like I give a single fuck," I mutter, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in her neck. "After what we just did in those woods, you're worried about proper fucking seating arrangements? I’d drive across the country with you on my dick if I could."
She shivers as I bite down gently on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. "You’re insatiable."
About halfway home, her body gets heavier against me,her breathing evening out. I glance down to find her eyes closed, lips parted slightly. She's fallen asleep, completely spent from our adventure.
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. I fucking wrecked her, and now she's passed out on me like a kitten after too much play.
For the rest of the drive, I'm hyper-aware of every pothole, every turn, trying to keep the ride smooth so I don't wake her. Her warmth against my chest is like a fucking drug, and I realize I could get used to this—her falling asleep against me, trusting me completely even after I showed her the beast that lives inside me.
When we pull into my driveway, I kill the engine and sit there for a moment, just watching her sleep. The moonlight filtering through the windshield catches on her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek, the sweep of her lashes against her skin.
"Hey," I whisper, brushing hair from her face. "We're home."
She mumbles something unintelligible, burrowing deeper against my chest without opening her eyes.
"Alright then," I chuckle, carefully maneuvering to get the door open without jostling her too much.
I slide out of the truck with her in my arms, kicking the door shut behind me. She weighs practically nothing, her body limp with exhaustion as I carry her to the front door. It takes some creative maneuvering to get my keys out, and the door unlocked while still holding her, but I manage it.
The house is dark and quiet as I step inside, navigating through the living room and up the stairs. Reese stirsslightly in my arms, her face pressing into my neck, but doesn't wake.
Only when I flick on the soft vanity lights of her bathroom does she start to wake, her eyelids fluttering.
"Mmm, where are we?" she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
"Home," I tell her, setting her down gently on the bathroom counter. "You're covered in dirt and leaves and my cum. You need a bath."
She yawns, stretching her arms above her head. The movement pushes my shirt up her thighs, giving me a glimpse of her pussy, still pink and swollen.
I turn to the tub and start the water, adjusting the temperature until it's just right—hot but not scalding. I dump in some of that fancy bath shit she keeps on the edge, watching as it fizzes and turns the water a pale green, releasing a eucalyptus scent into the steamy air.
Stripping the fabric covering her, I’m met again with the marks upon her body. Some will fade immediately, and others caused by my hands will take longer. I almost wish I could tattoo my finger prints into her skin.
"Into the tub," I order, my voice still rough with desire despite everything we've done.
I help her into the steaming water, watching as she sinks down with a sigh of pleasure. Her eyes flutter closed as the heat engulfs her.
"Fuck, that feels good," she moans, leaning back against the porcelain.
I sit down on the floor next to the tub, content to just watchher.
Her eyes snap open and fix on me with mischievous intent. Her hand shoots out, grabbing my forearm with surprising strength.
"Oh, no you don't," she says, tugging hard. "Get in here."
"What? Reese, I'm still wearing?—"
