“Yeah. Just a month. Less, really.”
I spread my fingers out. The waistband of her leggings teased me with how easily I could get to her. I kissed her neck but kept my hands high. There’d be no coercion. If we were going to do this, we had to go in knowing exactly where we were. Sex. Nothing more.
We might be husband and wife, but we were friends with benefits. We couldn’t be anything else. It wasn’t what she wanted, but we both needed this.
“We wouldn’t need protection.” Her breath was a whisper across my lips.
I shook my head. Both of us had gotten clear bills of health after we’d been betrayed. I hadn’t been with anyone since. “One month of messing around, then we divorce?”
“The countdown is on.” She brushed her hands down my shoulders. “So I guess we should make use of the time we have.”
Yes. “Want to move to the back seat of the truck?” I hadn’t contorted myself for back-seat sex in a long time, but I’d do it in a heartbeat for Clover. It wouldn’t matter if I drove a pickup or a Prius.
She tipped her face up to the sky. A long wave of aurora danced over our heads. “Let’s do it under the lights.”
I was hers wherever she wanted me. She wiggled out of her leggings, setting them on top of the shoes I helped her get off. I flung the blanket around her. There was no one but us, but she should be warm and feel like she had privacy. She straddled me again and helped me get my jeans open.
When her hot hand wrapped around my dick, I moaned. I returned the favor, sliding my fingers to her drenched pussy. She shuddered against me, and I swallowed the panting breaths coming from her.
“Van?” She gave me a hard pump that almost shoved me over the edge.
She was asking if I was ready. I’d been ready for longer than I cared to admit. “Sit on me, sweet Clover. Let me feel how soaked you are.”
I held myself rigid, and she lowered herself onto me. Her mouth dropped open as I filled her. She fisted around me so tightly. When I was seated fully inside, she paused. We both had to catch our breath.
“Christ, Clover. You feel like heaven.” My hands dug into the soft skin of her hips. I’d been sleeping next to her all this time without touching her?
“You’re so…” She exhaled and rolled her hips. “Big.”
If she had said it any other way, I wouldn’t have believed her, but her breathy tone didn’t lie, nor did she. She continued rocking, stroking up and down my length until she adjusted to my size. I held myself rigid, otherwise I’d come too fast. I’d waited too long for this, and I wanted to experience her climax while inside her.
She rose up and crashed down. A moan escaped me at the same time hers slipped out. We were in sync, taking from each other, giving as well.
I kept her in place to catch her mouth again. Burying a hand in her hair, I released her hips, and she rode me.
With no protection, I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t want to. A green aura shimmered above us, and it was a gorgeous night, but I also needed to hold her. That wouldn’t happen in a pickup bed.
The blanket fell from my shoulders. Her movements got longer, and her muscles were tense. She was close. I was veering toward my peak, but I’d make sure she tipped over with me.
One circle of her clit and she exploded. “Van!” My name rang across the pasture just as I detonated. I dropped my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as I came, my dick getting throttled by the walls of her pussy. Overwhelmed was an understatement. By the experience. By her. By how much she was the whole package—funny, smart, and mind-blowingly sexy.
“Fuck, Clover.” I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from falling as she slumped against me, fitting perfectly.
The wall of lights faded and gained strength, shifting across the night sky. Stars dotted the darkness around it. How was I going to move on from a night like this?
Clover
* * *
My back was pressed against the shower wall, and Van pumped in and out of me. This night had been the most amazing ever, and it wasn’t over. First, it was sex under the stars and a painted night sky. Then we came home and went straight to bed, only to get fully naked and have sex again. I had only meant to clean up, but he’d knocked on the bathroom door.
A moan ripped out of me, and I dragged my mouth along his jaw. “I can’t believe I’m going to come again.”
Was it the hormones? Lackluster sex? I hadn’t thought so, but Van was obliterating any previous description I had for good sex.
“You can do it.” He grunted, plunging deeper than before.
Pleasure upon pleasure stacked inside me, growing and expanding. This shouldn’t be able to happen again, but I wasn’t going to stop it. My new favorite position was Van inside me.
