“How wet?”I already had my hand traversing down her midriff and below the waistband of her loose linen trousers.
She bit her lip and moaned a little when I pushed past the soft cotton of her panties, through the trimmed curls to where she was indeed soaked for me.
Groaning, I wiggled my finger over her clit.“You can’t expect me to just leave now.Not when you’rethisready for me.”Drawing soft, lazy circles around her nub, I buried my face in her neck and nipped at the soft skin.
“Careful,” she murmured.“No more bite marks.”
“That are visible?”My finger slid a little deeper to gather some of her wetness before pushing inside just a little.She spread her legs for me and tilted her hips up so the heel of my hand rubbed her clit.“I need you.”
“Not here.We can’t,” she panted, moving her hand down to stroke the bulge of my jeans.
“My truck.”
“What?”
But I had already pulled my hand free of her pants, grabbed her other hand, and was leading her to the door.
“This is insane,” she said, struggling to slide into some Crocs as I heaved open the door.She glanced behind her, probably checking to make sure no child had emerged from their bedroom to catch us in our foreplay preview.Then we were bumbling down the porch steps and running to my truck parked in her gravel driveway.
I hauled open the back door and held it open for her to climb in first, then followed, barely closing the door before she was reaching for the hem of my shirt and yanking it over my head.I laughed when the neck of it got caught on my lip, but we quickly fixed things, and I tossed it to the side.
Then it was her turn, and I had her in just a bra in seconds.She reached behind her and unclipped it, sending it to the footwell.I loved how this stoic, put-together woman became almost feral with me.That she felt comfortable enough to let go, let loose, and justfeelrather than think.
I fished the condom out of my jean pocket just as she shimmied her pants and underwear down her thighs until she was completely naked and so fucking beautiful.
I unzipped my pants and tugged them down enough to get my cock out, then rolled on the condom.She watched me with hooded eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth and her chest heaving.Once I was protected, I helped her climb into my lap.With her knees on either side of my thighs, she lifted up, and I reached between us to line us up.Then, she slowly—with her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck and her teeth still pinning her bottom lip—sunk down.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned.
All she did was give a sexy little whimper when I reached up, cupped her breasts, and gently pinched each nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
She began to lift and drop, taking me almost all the way out, then sinking down low and slow, squeezing the entire way down.She had the tightest pussy I’d ever experienced.And it wasn’t just a tight squeeze every now and then.No.She gripped my cock like her pussy was a fist, and she refused to ever let me go.This woman had the strongest pelvic floor muscles of anyone I’d ever met.And here I was, reaping all the benefits.
Over and over again, she rode me.Up and down, up and down, as I cupped her tits and played with her nipples, making them hard and pointy.Then, taking them into my mouth one at a time, I sucked them until she gasped.
It didn’t matter that we’d had sex several times that morning.Every time with Gabrielle was like coming up for air after being under water, unsure if I’d ever taste oxygen again.
Releasing her nipple, I gripped her chin and brought her mouth to mine, sweeping my tongue inside and tasting the wine she must have been sipping on before I arrived.
Was it pinot?
She met my tongue stroke for stroke, then she started sucking on it, moving her mouth in time with the way she bobbed up and down in my lap.It was a hypnotic dance of her hips and mouth that had me gripping the edge of my seat with my hands to keep myself from coming too soon.
Both of us breathed heavily, fogging up the truck as the wind whipped noisily outside, gently rocking the vehicle.But we were safe inside.Heating things up in our own little world.
Her rhythm began to falter, and her thighs trembled, which told me she was close.We’d only been having sex for two days, but in those two days we’d had a lot of sex, and I already knew her tells when she was close.
Whimpering into my mouth, with her exhales and inhales coming raggedly out through her nose, Gabrielle paused when she dropped down low on my lap, squeezed her pussy tight, and let go.
I couldn’t hold on any longer either, not when a goddess was currently coming completely undone around me.I wrapped my arms around her and held her there as we came together, her pussy pulsing around my cock as it throbbed inside of her with each fresh, glorious wave of pleasure that shot through me, making my toes curl and my forehead break out in a sweat.
Her little mewls and squeaks were like a beautiful symphony to my ears as her body went ramrod straight in my arms.Only then, just as she reached the summit, hovered there for a minute and crashed over the other side, did she finally relax, collapsing against me and breaking the kiss.
We stayed in that position for a little while, chests heaving, all the windows already foggy.I traced soft lines up and down her spine, feeling the gooseflesh prickle against my fingertips.She pressed a kiss to my jaw and lifted her head from my shoulder, her eyes sleepy in the dark.“I don’t recognize myself with you.”
Brushing her chocolate locks away from her face, I cupped her jaw.“Do you like who you see?”
