I turn my nose against her neck and breathe her in, letting out a deep, contented sigh. “How many more weeks until finals?”
She groans. “Five. Five weeks of hell. I thought I was anxious for this final term to be over, but now?”
I release her and she slides down my body, firing up all my remaining nerves and ensuring there’s a sizable bulge in my pants as I gather her bags and dump them in the trunk.
She’s already connecting her music player to the stereo when I climb into the driver’s seat again.
I chuckle. “Oh, I see how it is.”
“Yep. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
I just shake my head. “What’s mine is yours.”
“How far away is this place?” she asks me. “And do we have to get all the way there before I get to kiss you properly?”
I capture her hand as it slides up my thigh, giving her a warning growl. “Yes. Because I plan on getting you there in one piece. And it’s about two hours. Not that long compared to a whole week.”
Vera sighs dramatically, but she relaxes back against her seat, singing along to the music. I intertwine my fingers with hers in my lap and soak it in. My mate in my truck, a whole weekend to spend with her, and no need to hide our relationship any longer. Now I just need to convince her to move in with me once college is over.
I had planned to raise that conversation with her on the drive. After all, we’ll have two hours to kill, but by the time we’re thirty minutes down the road, Vera’s hand has grown restless on my thigh and her scent fills the cabin. “Did I mention you look really good in green?”
I’m wearing the shirt she chose for me at the department store two weeks ago. Mostly because I was hoping for this reaction, though I hadn’t factored in receiving it while I still had to concentrate on the road.
I suck in a breath as she picks up my hand in her two smaller ones and brings it to her thigh, sliding our joined fingers until the tip of my pinkie skims beneath the hem of her sweater dress.
“I’m not wearing anything under this,” she whispers.
With a curse, I find the nearest service road and pull off, searching for anywhere with a little cover. We’re really still tooclose to suburbia. Sprawling houses with wide green lawns and bare trees surround us.
Vera spreads her legs wider, and I catch the hint of soft bush and wet lips under her dress.
It’s then I spot the faded sign—picnic area three miles ahead.
I don’t know how I last three miles with her hand pressing mine to her moist slit, with the little noises she makes as she grinds herself against me, using me for her pleasure. I don’t take my eyes from the road in case I completely lose control and do something that puts her in danger. Instead I grit my teeth until the truck has come to a complete stop and I can pull my hand free to tug the handbrake on.
I don’t say anything. I just push my door wide open, leaving the keys in the ignition. I stalk around to her side, fling her door open, and reach inside to yank her out and toss her over my shoulder.
Vera lets out a surprised shriek as I lift her from the truck, but her ripe pussy right by my face tells me everything I need to know about how much she needs this right now.
The rest stop is sheltered from the road by a thatch of trees. There are three worn wooden picnic tables with little pointed roofs clustered together, a faucet, and an outhouse. Simple, but there’s no one here, and that’s good enough for me.
I deposit her on the nearest table and take my seat, pulling her to the edge and pushing her legs apart. Vera leans back on her elbows as I raise the hem of her dress and reacquaint myself with her. Her little cunt is covered by dark red hair, the swollen clit peeping out from a deep pink hood at the top of her slit. Her lips look plump and moist already, and a trail of moisture beads at the tiny opening, promising more nectar once I’ve gone to work. With a growl, I lean close and drag my tongue along the length of that precious flower. “Couldn’t wait, greedy girl?”
She smothers a moan as I repeat the motion.
“Neither can I.” I tuck my arms beneath her thighs and drag her closer, burying my face in her. Soon she’s writhing on my tongue, gifting me with so much rich cream my chin grows damp. I don’t stop. Why the fuck would I with the world’s sweetest meal laid out in front of me?
Just need something to take the edge off. To touch the sides of this hunger I feel from being without her.
Vera is shaking in my arms, pushing up against my mouth, just as hungry for this as I am. Carefully I slide two fingers inside her warmth, curling them until she calls my name. She grips my hair and holds me in place as I work her with my mouth and hand. The moment her orgasm starts her walls clamp down around me, but I don’t let her push me out. I just keep applying gentle pressure until she softens and spasms again, crying out, gushing over my fist.
I growl in satisfaction and lick it up, cock straining against the seam of my jeans. But this is just the taster. There’s no way I’m knotting her here in public where anyone could come past at any moment. As much as I want to sink inside my mate right now and mark my territory, her scent all over me will have to do.
When her breathing slows, I pull back carefully, easing my fingers from her wet cunt. “Did that help, sweet?”
She pushes up, wrapping her arms around my neck and clinging to me, reading my mind. “Let’s get back on the road. I want you inside me already.”
I couldn’t agree more. Rather than let her walk, I carry her back to the truck and deposit her in her seat, noting with satisfaction the way her creamy scent follows me as I step back and walk around the vehicle. I’ve got all weekend to bathe in the scent of her pleasure, and we’ve started as I mean to continue.
