He started to shake his head, but she stopped him. “Zander, I want you to have all the same memories I’m going to have. All the fantasies. All the different ways we can be together. At least as many as we can get tonight.”
He looked at her for a long moment and sucked in a breath through his nose. Then he brushed the hair back from her cheek and slid his hand around the back of her head. He urged her forward and her heart thumped hard in her chest.
She moved the rest of the way forward.
She looked up at him. “Show me what you like.”
“Anything you do.”
She knew he meant that. She could see it in his eyes. Those weren’t just pretty words.
She licked the head of his cock. He tensed instantly and again sucked in a sharp breath. But he didn't push her away. Or pull back.
She leaned in again and licked around the head, then took him partway into her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair and his thighs tensed.
She took him further and could hear his ragged breathing.
For several minutes, she just licked and sucked and stroked and enjoyed giving him pleasure.
His breathing grew even rougher and his hold on her hair tightened as he began to guide her rhythm.
But then he tugged, pulling her off. “Enough. Need to be inside you.”
She was all for that. She loved doing this to him, but she was aching and needy for him again. She started to lie back on the blankets, but he stopped her. Instead, he pulled her on top of him. They kissed deeply as he stroked his hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass and moving her so she was positioned over him.
“Need you like this,” he finally said.
“Me on top?” she asked.
“These blankets aren’t as thick as they look. If I'm on top, you’ll feel how hard this truck bed really is.”
Something about that sounded pretty hot. She grinned. “Not sure I'd mind. Or actually really feel it. Until maybe tomorrow.”
He pinched her ass. “All you’ll be feelin’ tomorrow is these pretty thighs nice and stretched out and the happy aching in this sweet pussy.”
Before she could even respond to that particular bit of dirtiness, he'd moved her so the tip of his cock was nudging against her opening.
“Here, help me with this.” He held up a condom.
“You had that with you?”
“In my pocket all night.”
She liked that. She took it from him and then pushed herself up to straddle his stomach. The new angle put a different pressure against her clit and she wiggled slightly. He clamped his hands on her hips. “Cover me, woman. I need inside you.”
She loved how turned on he was and how clearly eager he was to get this moving. She unwrapped the condom and reached back to roll it down his length.
She'd barely tossed the wrapper away when he shifted her, moving her into position. She loved the way he felt comfortable just putting her where he needed her.
Once they were lined up, he looked into her eyes. “Thank you for this.”
Her brows arched. “Thank you? Believe me, this is a pleasure.”
“Thank you, for giving me tonight. I know this isn't the great romance you deserve.”
She was already bracing her hands on his chest but she moved her right hand to cover his heart. “I'm not so sure about that.”
Emotion flared in his eyes and the next thing she knew, he'd shifted her and thrust at the same time, sliding deep, joining them as intimately as two people could be.
She gasped as he filled her, every nerve ending in her body seeming to light on fire and her heart swelling to the point where she thought it might burst.
Physically this was the best she'd ever felt. But she wasn't sure she'd ever felt as connected and protected as she did at this moment either. Yes, Zander wanted her, but she knew that if he thought for a moment this would actually hurt her or somehow ruin her or actually break her, he wouldn't be here. He considered her strong and independent, and he trusted her when she said she wanted this. She didn't have to be anything with him but her absolute complete self.
Then he started moving. With his hands and hips he moved underneath her, getting them into a rhythm that hit spots that felt incredibly satisfying while also stoking an intense need. Caroline quickly found the tempo and began riding him, rocking her hips and taking him deep. They moved together, the crickets, frogs, and their own heavy breathing the only sounds around them.
All too soon, she felt her body start tightening and coiling in preparation for her orgasm. She welcomed it and dreaded it at once. She didn't want this to end.
“Come on, Caro,” he urged, reading her. “Let go for me.”
His coaching didn't help.
“I want it to last,” she told him, her voice breathless.
“I need to feel this beautiful pussy milking me. You're too good at this, too fucking gorgeous riding me like this, for me to hang on. And I'm not going until you do.”
He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and he pressed and circled perfectly.
She couldn't hold back, and her orgasm ripped through her as she shouted his name.
“Fuck yes,” he said through gritted teeth. He gripped her hips and thrust up harder and faster. Then he held her tight and came, her name echoing in the heavy bayou air.
Trying to catch her breath, she melted against him, resting her cheek against his chest where his heart was thundering.
One of his hands cupped the back of her head. The other settled on her lower back holding her close.
As their skin cooled and their breathing slowed his hands started lazily stroking up and down her back.
Finally, she rolled to her side and took a long deep breath. That resulted in a yawn.
He chuckled. “Now that's the kind of satisfaction I like to see.”
She kissed his chest and smiled. “I have a feeling I'm going to sleep very well tonight.”
“Let me clean up a second.” He shifted, sliding out from underneath her and moving to the end of the truck where he jumped out. He did whatever needed to be done with the condom.
When he climbed back up, he said, “How hungry are you now?”
She thought about it. “Starving.”
“Good.” He pulled his boxers and jeans on and tossed her his shirt.
She loved that. Wearing his shirt at his house the other day had been sexy and sweet. She pushed her arms into the sleeves and buttoned up as he pulled paper plates and other supplies from a box.
Within a few minutes, Zander had their dinner set up and was showing her how to eat crawfish “the right way”.
Everything was incredibly delicious and they talked and ate and flirted as the sun fully set and lighting bugs started blinking around them.
When they were finished and half the jar of moonshine was gone, Zander said, without pretense, “I want you again.”
She licked her lips. “Same.”
“Here or my house?”
God, she loved talking so freely with this man. “I loved this. But…your house.”
“Yeah?”
“I want a mattress so you can be on top.”
His grin was downright wicked. “I can do that. If you do something for me.”
“Anything,” she answered honestly.
“Wear your tiara.”
She stared at him. Then started laughing. “I can do that.”