Chapter 30 #2
I bite my lip, resisting the urge to take her by the waist again and slam myself into her. But she hasn’t come yet, and I’m pretty sure I just told her we’re not leaving this truck until she does. I’ve gotta ease up.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I slow the rise and fall of her hips, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Then, my mouth still on hers, I say, “You came on my fingers, beautiful. You even came in my mouth. But now I want to see you come on my dick with nothing in between us.”
I open the door of the cab and, my hands under her ass and my dick still sheathed inside her, I walk my feet so they’re hanging out of the cab and shift my lap so Lydia’s bare back is to the open door.
Lydia tenses. The night air must be cold on her skin because she’s suddenly covered in goosebumps. “Will, what the fuck—”
“You trust me, right?”
Lydia’s eyes search mine, but she nods.
“Then go with it. I’m going to make you feel like no one ever fucking has, and I can’t do it all cramped like this. I need space to ravage you properly.”
I hear what I think is a laugh as I step down from the cab, one arm holding Lydia tight against my body, and carry her around to the back of the pickup. Then, sliding my glistening cock out of her, I throw her over one shoulder and flip the hatch down.
“Holy shit, Will,” Lydia giggles. From where she hangs over my shoulder, she reaches down to slap my bare ass. “This is insane. Your jeans are around your thighs. If you trip and drop me, I swear to god—”
“I’m not gonna drop you,” I growl.
With one hand, I shake out the flannel blanket I keep folded in the back and smooth it out over the hatch.
Gently, I set Lydia’s ass down on the back of the truck.
I suck in a breath. She’s fully naked, and her legs are slightly spread, putting her pussy on full display in front of my face.
Her cunt looks pink and wet and delicious, but there’ll be plenty of hours for me to spend with my head between Lydia’s legs.
Right now, I need to feel our bodies entwined.
And I think she needs it too, because she tugs at my arm to pull me up onto the hatch with her.
She lies back onto the blanket, and I hover over her, my knees on either side of her hips.
And when her fingers clasp around my ass cheeks, pulling me into her once again, I groan with relief.
Every second I have to spend outside of Lydia’s body tonight is torture.
I need her close to me, need to know that she feels loved. Protected. Cherished.
Lydia runs her hands along my back, traces my shoulder blades, as I thrust in and out of her. The night is cool, but our bodies and blood are hot, pulsing, the moon our own private spotlight. I bring my mouth to Lydia’s again, kissing her hungrily and loving the way she writhes under me.
But now I mean business.
“Legs up, beautiful.” I pause my thrusting long enough to roll Lydia’s hips up, bringing her feet toward her head. “I want to be as deep in you as humanly possible while I work your clit.”
Lydia does as she’s told, throwing her legs over my shoulders so that every time I thrust I’m shoving in all the way to the hilt.
And all the while, I’m stroking her clit, tracing little circles around it like I know she likes.
Lydia’s bucking her hips against me, and more than once I feel her shudder.
She feels so good I can feel my own orgasm building, but I’ve got to hang on.
Got to make sure she gets there. So I keep on. In. Circle. Out. Circle.
Her breaths are getting faster. The muscles in her pelvis tense. “Will, I’m going to—”
And then she shatters.
I press my thumb against her clit, shove my dick in as deep as it’ll go, and let myself explode into her with a roar.
As I come, I’m feeling her come. Feeling the way the walls of her pussy squeeze my cock as they spasm with pleasure.
The way her nails dig into my back as she moans into my ear and I fill her up.
We stay like that for a moment, each feeling the other breathe.
I keep thinking of the way Lydia glared at me that day in Brewed Awakening, like it was my fault she’d just spilled her coffee all over me.
I’m also remembering how she shot daggers at me with her look alone that first day in Nancy’s office.
And it makes me chuckle, thinking about how we got from that to this.
Her in my arms. My cum inside her. As close as two people can be. And somehow, I know that after tonight our souls are even closer. All kinds of veils are being pulled back tonight.
“I love you.”
Lydia’s gazing up at me from the bed of the truck, and when she speaks I gather my thoughts back in and study her face. I can see the full moon reflected in her big, dark eyes. It’s the first time she’s told me that, and I want to remember every detail about this moment.
I brush the hair out of her eyes and kiss her forehead. “I love you too, beautiful.”
Then, sliding myself out from between her legs, I flop over onto my back and lie next to her, guiding her head onto my chest.
We lie like that for a long time, me stroking her hair and her tracing delicate fingertips across my stomach.
It’s only when the very first streaks of purple begin to lighten the eastern sky that we pull on our clothes and hop back in the truck, holding hands across the console as we take off for home.
We spend the last two precious hours before our six thirty alarm goes off nestled together in Lydia’s bed. As I snuggle into her, wrapping my arms around her tiny frame, I drift off to sleep, realizing that I don’t think I’ll ever let this woman sleep alone again.