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That can’t be a coincidence. And as I slide my hands over her bare skin, my fingertips tingling with the electricity I can feel sparking between us, I know it’s not.
This isn’t a mistake. It can’t be. Which is exactly why I give up on words, give up on hesitancy, and allow my desire to just feel her to take over me.
The way her mouth melds against mine is intoxicating, and the way her hands are soft and firm at the same time as they explore my bare chest is the most sensual thing I’ve ever felt. But as our kiss becomes more consuming, our touches and movements more frantic, pure and unadulterated lust takes over, guiding us as we awkwardly unbutton and pull and tug our remaining clothes off, aching for more.
I need to be inside her. My guttural groans as Megan’s fingertips graze over the fly of my jeans are deeply rooted in agony. Judging by the flash of concern in her eyes, she knows it.
“I want you, Meg,” I manage to growl against her sweet mouth as my hands pull away her unclasped bra and cup her ample breasts in my hands. It’s her turn to moan with the sensation of my fingers circling her pert nipples, and despite how awkward it is to get undressed in the cramped space of my truck’s driver’s seat, the sight of her naked silhouette straddling my lap is absolutely breathtaking and worth every awkward and uncomfortable moment.
Megan unzips my jeans and I lift my hips to help her pull them down as far as she can get them. She pulls her soft lips from mine, letting out a long, frustrated sigh as she tugs desperately on the denim, determined to get every barrier out of our way.
“Meg,” I whisper, sliding my hands between us and holding her hands in mine. “Megan. Slow down. It’s okay.” I bring one hand up to glide around to the back of her neck, pulling her down to me again. “Just come here.”
I kiss her again, passionately, and she responds, moaning against my mouth. I shift in the seat, pushing my jeans just a bit farther down on my hips, enough to let my rigid cock spring free. The throbbing ache and pulsing isn’t eased by its release, and my breath hitches when Megan’s soft fingertips caress the silky-smooth skin along my shaft.
“Son of a—” I suddenly clutch her fingers desperately between my own, halting her. “Your touch is like fucking gasoline,” I choke out in a hoarse voice. “With the fire burning in me right now, you’re going to make me combust if you keep doing that.”
I can’t see her face clearly, but I’m almost sure I can hear the smile in her reply. “Sorry.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” I whisper against her lips, running my tongue along her bottom lip as I slip my fingers past the hem of her panties and caress the sensitive flesh beneath it.
“Me too,” she moans, guiding my hands away from the soft curls of her core. “Do you have a condom?”
If she’s embarrassed by asking, it doesn’t show in her voice. Silently, I hold her in place while stretching out to flip open the glovebox, retrieving my wallet from it and the condom I’ve kept in its folds for too long to admit to.
She pushes the fabric further to the side, rising up onto her knees. Her head is ducked to prevent hitting it on the truck cab ceiling, but she kisses me feverishly as she waits for me to unwrap and roll the condom on, then positions herself against the tip of my aching erection. I hold myself in place, struggling with the desire to buck my hips upwards and bury myself inside her.
Megan slowly lowers her body onto mine, letting out a long sigh as I sink into her wet core. Her tight walls clench deliciously around me, and a groan that sounds a whole lot like relief falls from my lips as I tilt my head back against the headrest and relish in the seductive bliss I feel just being enveloped by her body.
“Oh...” She whimpers when she rocks against me, sending a jolt of sensation careening through my nerve endings like molten lava. I can only imagine what it must feel like for her.
We’re slow and methodic at first, giving Megan time to adjust to my size and giving me a moment to calm myself down as much as I can. Each time her hips rock forward, I lift mine to meet her halfway, eliciting low, painfully sensual sounds from us both. My truck is filled with only the beating of our hearts as they pound achingly against our ribcages, and the soft whimpers and moans that pass between us amidst the kisses we share.
Without consciously doing it, though, the
pace of our movements becomes quicker, more feverish and greedy. My tongue isn’t just tasting Megan’s mouth anymore; it’s devouring it. Her hips aren’t just rocking against mine, they’re slamming against me. My movements are just as aggressive, and one hand juts up to press against the ceiling to steady myself and give me more leverage.
Megan lets out a strangled cry, her head tilting back as her hips meet each thrust with passionate desperation, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. The sting only fuels my need to give her everything her body is pleading for. The slick inner walls of her core are clenched tightly around my pulsing cock, squeezing me and pushing me closer and closer to my release with each decadent thrust.
“Christ,” I gasp, leaning forward to suck one of her hardened nipples just to prevent other pleas and expletives from toppling from my mouth.
“Yes...” she pants out in loud gasps as she slides my entire length into her and then back out again. “Yes...”
My hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her onto me, aching to feel every inch of her from the inside out. “Meg—”
I mean to warn her. Fuck, I try. But everything comes crashing down around me and my body shatters beneath her as she rocks against me again and again, forcing every muscle in her core to constrict and clench, bearing down on my rigid length as she comes apart with me deep inside her.
“Craig!” Megan cries out my name, clutching onto my shoulders with the desperation of someone about to be lost at sea, as her own release rages through her and extinguishes every flame of the blazing fire that had fueled her frantic movements only moments before.
Everything slows down—time, our breathing, our ability to move. I don’t say anything as I listen to her breathing become more even as she pants against my collarbone, her head resting against the side of my neck.
“Well,” I say, breaking the silence after what seems like hours, but is probably only minutes, has passed. “That settles that, then.”
Sluggish, Megan lifts her head from my shoulder, and I can see her silhouette in front of me. “Settles what?”
I bring my hands up to caress the damp flesh of her throat, pushing her hair back behind her ears. “I wondered if we would be as incredible in bed together as I thought we’d be,” I say with a grin. “Turns out, we are.”
She’s quiet for a moment, then breaks into a fit of chuckles. “We weren’t in bed, Craig.”
