Chapter 11 Making Love
ELEVEN
MAKING LOVE
RYAN
This was exactly how I’d imagined our first time together. Hell, on prom night, I was ready to pop our cherries together in the back of Bessie. I’d had a bottle of champagne Kevin Kerrigan bought for me, a blow up mattress in the back, blankets, and of course a million stars over our heads.
That night didn’t turn out like I’d planned. But this one would.
I turned and brought her on top of me. “Starlight.”
Her kissing along my jawline paused. “What?”
“How about Starlight for your nickname?”
Her laughter rang out. “No. Baby is fine, or just Cynthia. You’re the only one who calls me that. You do know it’s not my name, right? Cindy Anne is on my birth certificate.”
“Huh? And here I thought I knew everything about you.”
“Well, you don’t,” she returned to planting kisses along my jaw. “So work harder to learn more.”
“Is this hard enough for you?” I tightened my grip on her hips and ground my cock into her because I’d thought of nothing else for far too long. In my truck bed, under the stars, on our hill, we’d finally make dreams come true.
“Mm. Yes, Ryan.”
“Fuck baby, I need to feel you. Are you on the pill or anything?”
“I have an IUD. So, um, when were you last with you know who?”
“It’s been about a year. And what about you and the asshole from New York?”
“About the same. I want to feel you too, Ryan.” She sat upright, grinding, dropping her head back and writhing on me.
I could explode in my jeans at any minute and fuck, I wanted to take her fast and hard right here. It wasn’t ideal, but next time would be slow and easy in a bed.
“Get naked for me, baby. Let me see you again.”
With my hands behind my head, I enjoyed the show. Every piece of clothing that came off meant more skin exposed. I vowed to return and mark every inch with my lips.
The moonlight glowed on her skin, and her hands trailing up her torso, palming her breasts, and fingering through her red hair was better than any fantasy I carried for her for far too long. “You’re fucking beautiful, Cynthia.”
Her lips crashed on mine, taking me, deepening her tongue in me. I already loved this woman, but her confidence had me falling allover again.
She parted and tugged at my t-shirt. “Your turn. Too many clothes between us.”
“Get off me for a moment. I’ll make this quick.”
I hopped off the truck bed and kicked off my boots. They’d been killing me anyway, from being all wet earlier. T-shirt, jeans, and boxers next.
“Wait there, stud. Let me look at you.” Her eyes trailed down my body, stopping at my cock twitching hard with full, round balls on display. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips.
I chuckled. “Cynthia, I believe that’s a crooked smile on your face I haven’t seen before.”
Propped up on her knees, her hands reached for my cock, caressing its velvety smooth skin. “That’s because I haven’t felt this before.”
Her exuberance stroking me had pre come spurting out. “Oh stop. I need to last. Lay down now.”
I brought her pretty ass to the edge of the tailgate. “Grab your ankles, baby.” She spread her legs wide, giving me a view of her beautiful pink pussy glistening wet and displayed for me.
Through her folds, my tongue found her clit, sucking her, flicking at it until I heard her moans.
“Yes Ryan, right there.”
I licked her up and down. “Tell me when you’re ready, because I want us coming together. I want to be inside you and feel you exploding on my cock.”
“Yes, I want that.”
More tongue flicking at her clit, then I kissed along the soft skin of her inner thighs. My thumb applied pressure to her nub and fingers entered her pussy, first one, then two, pumping fast.
When her legs started shaking, my cock twitched harder. I buried my face in her pussy again. Her hands pressed my head into her further, and her hips bucked up, riding my tongue.
“Now Ryan, fuck me now.”
I wasted no time lifting up and lining my cock at her entrance. She splayed herself out for me on the truck bed, heels in her hands, eyes on me. “Fucking beautiful. Are you ready for me, Cynthia? Because I’ve been waiting my whole damn life for this.”
“Me too. Hurry. Need you. Now.”
My cock slid slow into her tight pussy, and I moaned each inch of the way.
“Oh, yes, you’re stretching me so good, filling me up. Now fuck me, Ryan.”
Goddamn. Another thing I discovered about Cynthia tonight. “You have a mouth on you when you make love, don’t you?”
“I like a little dirty talk.” This only excited me more.
I grabbed her waist and plowed into her to the hilt. “Ah, yes. Like that?” It seemed a great idea, but now I had to pause and take in a few breaths because skin on skin in her tight walls was proving too much for me.
“Mm. Can’t handle me, stud?” I heard the smirk in her voice, but it’s her squirming on my dick that did me in.
“Fair warning, I’m done talking. Now feel this.”
With gritted teeth, I plowed her deep and good, leaving her panting for more.
And once again, deeper, as she moaned out my name.
My eyes drifted to the stars as I quickened my pace.
“Tight and wet, baby.” We gained a rhythm together, so good, I’d lose control any minute. But I needed to feel closer to her.
I shifted us, so I sat on the truck bed, and she straddled me. Our mouths connected, dancing tongues, as she twerked on me. “I can’t last, baby.”
“It’s so good, better than I dreamed.”
“You dreamed of us fucking?”
“Fantasized so many times, Ryan, more than I care to admit.”
“Well, now I know, so we’ll have plenty of conversations about these fantasies of yours and compare notes.
” My mouth sucked in air, because I was breathless, seeking release inside of the woman I’d loved for too long, and someday, when she was ready, we’d say those three words to each other. For now, in my mind, I said I love you.
To her, I said, “Let’s finish together, baby, because it’s always been you and me.”
My hands wrapped around her for more leverage as I rammed myself in deep and held her there, exploding everything I had into her. Her walls tightened vice-like around me and together we shook so hard, old Bessie creaked and groaned.
“I should have set the emergency brake,” I laughed, out of breath, and out of sorts.
She buried her head on my chest and laughed too, breathing hard and unable to talk yet. When she did, she only had one question. “How soon can you get it up again?”
“I think at this point, you breathe on me and I’ll get hard as a rock.”
“Really?” She blew across my chest.
I held her tighter, my chest shaking from laughing so hard. “I might need a few more minutes to recover yet.”
Which suited me fine. Just holding each other tight under the stars on our hill was everything. Better than any dream of us I’d ever had.