Grinning, he unbuttons his shirt and whips it off. “Better?”
I nod, biding my time until I can lick down his beautiful body. “Thank you.” After he settles down between my thighs, he gets back to business and stuffs me with two fingers before he grazes my clit with his tongue. “Oh God.”
“Don’t come,” he mumbles against me.
I grab a fistful of his hair. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He chuckles and circles my clit as he pumps those two fingers in and out of me. I’m so turned on, I can hear how wet I am. “I’m going to come.”
The asshole stops. “Not yet.”
“Jace. Give me my orgasm.”
“Okay, but I wanna try three fingers. Lift your knees up to your chest.” I try not to think how I’m exposing myself to the entire town on the other side of this cliff as I do as he asks. “That’s it, baby. Good girl. Fuck, you look good like this.”
I’ll never tell him this, but he could get me to do almost anything with a “good girl.”
When he pushes in that third finger, I suck in a breath.
“You okay?”
Panting, I nod. “Tight, but good. Don’t stop.” He’s pumping slowly, and I shake my head. “Harder.” I glance down, and even though it’s getting dark, there’s enough light to see myself spread out for him. To see him working me over.
He smirks at me. “Ready to come, baby?”
“Please.”
He starts licking my clit while he jams those thick fingers in and out of me, and I scream as an orgasm overpowers me. Ithrash and shiver while he squeezes every drop of pleasure from my body.
Boneless, I collapse in a heap, and he removes his fingers slowly. “How do you want to finish?” I ask, sleepy. Sometimes he wants me to jerk him off or give him a blow job. Sometimes he wants to come on me. I love everything, so it doesn’t matter to me. But because I’m trying not to feel self-conscious about the lack of full intimacy, I don’t offer it. Because I don’t want to feel rejected.
After he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans, he takes himself out and starts jerking off his thick erection. He clears his throat. “I wanna come in you.”
I stop breathing. Did he just say what I think he did? “As in…?”
“In your pussy. Can we fuck?” He stops and squeezes his eyes shut. “That wasn’t very romantic, was it? Sorry. Guess… guess I got too excited.” He gives me an embarrassed smile. “Feel free to kick me out of the truck now.”
“Shut up and come here.” I unclip my bra and push off my skirt so I’m naked. Then I crook my finger. When he settles between my legs, I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. “This won’t mess up anything for you? Your sex cleanse or…?”
“Mess up? You could never mess up anything for me. Don’t you know by now? You’re my lucky charm.”
Smiling, I lean up to kiss him. I can taste myself on his lips, but since he never turns away from kissing me after I give him a blow job, I’ve learned to not care. He relaxes and settles over me, nestling his cock on my pussy.
“If you’re sure,” I say.
He looks into my eyes. “I’m sure.” Ducking down, he kisses me while he thrusts, sliding his thick cock against me. We’ve done this before, but he usually takes himself in hand afterward.
Tonight, he kneels and parts me, taps the head of his cock on my clit, and I shiver. Glancing down, I note our size difference. He really is enormous. Now that we’re doing the deed, a warning bell goes off in my head. Like he can read my mind, he tells me he’ll go slow. “I want this to feel good for you too.”
He grabs a condom, rolls it over himself, and I brace myself. Because if I can barely take his three fingers, I’m curious how that ballistic missile will fit. My hand can’t quite close around him.
But then he climbs off and flops next to me on his back. Turning to him, I frown. “What’s wrong?”
He pats his chest. “Want you on top so you can control everything. Plus, this way I can watch you ride me.”
Apprehensive, I clamber over him and sit on his hard stomach. I run a finger over his pec and admit the truth. “Can I be honest? I want this to be good for you, but the truth is, I’ve never been on top before.” Before Jace, I literally only did missionary. Yes, it got boring.
His eyes soften and he pulls me down. At first, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he just wraps his big strong arms around me, and I melt into his hug. Skin to skin, our hearts beat in time. “Your ex was a jackass. It doesn’t matter to me what you’ve done or haven’t done. I’m just grateful you’re here with me.”
His hand runs slowly up and down my back, and I snuggle against him. I love that he doesn’t rush me. He just holds me. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Jace.”
