erection underneath her was any indication. Which of course it was.
She settled down onto him, and rubbed her jeans on his, trying find that…yes, there it was. Good lord, he was large. She’d given Roger Camden a handjob on New Year’s Eve when they’d been dating and there was no way that he’d ever been as big as Petey was even at half-staff.
“ Al…yeah…God, that feels good,” he groaned as she shifted again, aligning the seams in the most delightful spot. His hands pulled her tee-shirt from her jeans and then skimmed against her bare waist. Up over her ribcage to her boobs, which he massaged and kneaded all while tangling his tongue with hers.
She let out a soft sigh and played with his hair. So soft, with a nice bit of wave. Moving her hand underneath to his nape, she pulled on him, wanting him to take the lead and lay her down on the bench seat. What would it feel like to have all that male hovering over her?
Or deep inside her?
But he didn ’t take the hint, and she wasn’t experienced—or assertive—enough to tell him what she wanted. She wasn’t even sure herself what that was. Instead he lifted her pullover off of her, taking her tee halfway up with it. It felt automatic to try to pull it down, but his hands were already there and stilled hers.
He broke away from the kiss. “Okay?” he asked as they both held her shirt. She nodded and held her arms over her head, like a child. But she was no child and neither was he. And God, how could they have been going at it and she not have her hands on that amazing chest?
It was too early in the year for beach weather, but she remembered that physique from last summer. Almost down to each hard plane and contour of his young body. She grabbed at the cotton of his long-sleeve tee, pulling it hard from his waistband, which caused him to hiss.
“Let me,” he said, and eased the shirt out of his jeans and over his head, throwing it somewhere in the truck. She barely had her hands on his chest before he was crushing her to him and reaching behind her for her bra clasp, which he had undone in a flash. Then his mouth was on her breast and she arched back, the sensation was so intense.
He followed her with his mouth and she rewarded him by grinding down on him. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, then sucked hard on her nipple.
She tried pulling him again and this time he followed, holding on to her back as he eased her down across the bench seat, scooting her up so that her head was even with the steering wheel. His mouth was back on her breast, one hand holding it, the other finding its way down her stomach to the opening of her jeans. She heard the snap and felt the zipper open and knew that if she was going to stop him, it should be now.
Instead, she lifted her hips as he reached with both hands to shimmy the denim off of her, pushing the pants to the floor of the truck cab. He moved up her body and she wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the sheer volume of him hulking over her. His hands took her face again and he whispered, “Okay?”
“ Yeah,” she whispered back. “Good.”
He nodded his agreement and kissed her again, deeply and yet softly, as his hands roamed all over her body then slid into her panties. He fumbled a bit, but then, oh then, he found a spot…the spot…and she moaned her approval. He continued to rub, but then moved from the magical spot to one that still felt good, but wasn ’t quite as…magical. She twitched her hips, wanting his hand to return, but instead he pulled his hand completely away and started unbuttoning his own fly.
She did want to feel him, take him in her hand, but she ’d been so close.
“ God, I can’t believe this is happening,” he said as he rose up and yanked his jeans and boxers down. “I’ve…it’s like…you’re….”
What? She wanted to scream, desperate to know what was going through his mind. She always wanted to know what he was thinking and feeling. And never as much as
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