She didn’t answer with words. She merely nodded.
“Do you get wet for me when you’re alone, Jamie?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her shoulders rising and falling.
He yanked her hips back so her behind slammed into his erection, straining through his jeans. “I can picture you, sprawled out and naked, your hand between your legs. Have you ever gotten off to me?”
She reached her hand in the small of the space between their bodies, rubbing him through his jeans. Her fingers felt like electricity shooting through him, crackling sparks lighting up his blood and bones at her touch.
“Yes,” she answered.
“I would love to see that. You on your bed, letting your legs fall open. I’d love to stand in your doorway, to find you in the dark. Your eyes are closed, your head thrown back, those pretty pink pu**y lips wet and glistening for me.”
She bit back a moan, and circled her ass against him, her body starting to take over. He teased her more, tracing the edge of her panties with his fingers. “I’d watch you, and I’d have to touch myself because it’d be so f**king hot to see you like that, your finger rubbing your clit, your other hand squeezing your breast as you touch yourself. Do you touch your br**sts when you play with yourself?” he asked, hot in her ear, as she rubbed against him, her delicious ass making him feel like his dick was a steel rod.
“Sometimes,” she said in a hot whisper.
“And then I bet you thrust those hips when you get closer, just like you’re doing right now. You part your legs and start f**king your own hand hard, picturing my face between your legs. Is that what you fantasize about?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice bordering on a desperate cry.
“I would love to be licking your pu**y right now, and sucking on your sweet clit, and have you writhing and moaning, your hands grabbing for my hair, pulling my face to you.”
“Oh my,” she gasped, as he dragged his hand between her legs, cupping her through her damp panties. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder. “I can’t take it. I need you now.”
Yes, he wanted to pump his fist. Only ten minutes into their new arrangement and things were working. He was going to win her over through sex. By giving her more of the best of her life and proving that he could be the man she wanted in the bedroom and out of the bedroom.
“Meet me outside,” he told her, and she smoothed out her shirt and left the store, while he carried the books in front of him to hide his hard-on. He stopped by the register to quickly pay for the Mad Libs, telling the bookstore owner to keep the change. They walked quickly around the block to his truck. He held the door open for her and watched as she scooted inside, his eyes roaming over her sexy body, her bare legs, her face rosy with lust.
He hopped into the driver’s side and turned on the ignition. “Where to?”
“I can’t wait much longer. Just pull over on Circle Street,” she said, gesturing ahead of them to a dead-end street. Twilight had set in, and he pulled over on the side of the road. She unbuckled her seat belt and launched herself at him, her hair spilling over his chest as she grabbed his face for a rough kiss.
His kind of kiss. The kind that could leave marks.
“Condom,” she rasped out, breaking the kiss.
He reached into his wallet for one, then slid over to the passenger side. She unzipped his jeans and yanked them down to his knees. She tugged off her panties quickly and never had he ever been so grateful that a woman was wearing a skirt.
“You’re gonna ride me hard now, got that?”
She nodded, her eyes wild with abandon. She looked like she could come within seconds, and it was a look she wore well.
“I am going to ride you so hard, Smith,” she said with narrowed eyes and a bossy tone, like she was reveling in this newfound side of herself, this naughty side.
“That’s right. I don’t want you to slow down one bit,” he said, as he rolled on the condom. In seconds, she climbed on him and sank down, taking him all the way in. Damn, she was so hot and tight, but he didn’t have a chance to even savor that because she was f**king him hard, just like they both wanted.
She grabbed onto his shoulders and rode him like he was a pole, her sexy little body shooting up and down his cock, taking him deep with each thrust. Tremors rolled through him with each move she made. His blood flowed thick and heavy as he watched her, loving the way she let go like this. She was a different woman; she had a wild side that he’d somehow tapped into, and the thought that she saved it just for him fueled him.
She started panting and moaning, letting go now that they were in his truck. She rose up then back down on him, taking him all the way inside her. Pleasure rippled through his veins.
“That’s right. Keep f**king me. Fuck me till your legs shake and you can’t walk straight,” he instructed, feeling his own orgasm within sight. “I want you to come so loudly that the neighbors will know how good I make you feel.”
“You make me feel so good,” she said, her breathing labored and erratic, her gorgeous face wracked with pleasure. He watched as she bit down hard on her lip, squeezing her eyes shut as she lowered herself down on him again. He felt her clench and tighten around him, her wet heat grabbing his c**k as she started to shudder, then cried out loudly, shouting his name. The sound of her moans was his undoing, and his own orgasm tore through his body as he jerked against her, heat flooding through his veins as he came. She fell against him, her chest slumped onto his, as his c**k twitched inside her, their harsh session on the side of the road starting to subside.