I’m so on edge, an orgasm is already knocking at the door.
And soft and slow isn’t how I want it. Not with him.
When it grows unbearable, I moan out his name, “Charlie.”
“Tell me.” Under my touch, all his muscles are coiled tight.
I lick my lips and make my confession. “I need you to take me.”
“Need?” Those midnight eyes bore into mine.
I increase my pace. “Need.”
He doesn’t look away, and neither do I.
His palm on my hips transforms from a steady guide to a brand, somehow ratcheting up my arousal even further. His other hand moves to tighten around my throat, and his thumb sweeps up and pushes past my lips. “Suck.”
Yes. This is just what I want.
I close my lips around him, stroking my tongue over his skin.
His midnight eyes grow impossibly darker.
We still don’t drop our gazes.
It’s strange and intimate.
I want to shield myself from it, but I can’t.
For the life of me, I cannot look away.
“That’s right. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He jerks his hips up, slamming into me, tilting me forward with each punishing thrust.
The pleasure of his praise sends a lightning bolt of sensation through me.
I suck harder, throwing everything I have into riding him.
The air is thick and humid, the windows fogged over.
The truck rocks in time to our harsh, ragged moans.
The need to come is coiling and twisting inside me. Building in its intensity like an electrical storm. Waiting to explode.
When the orgasm sweeps over me, it shakes my whole body.
I throw my head back. His thumb slips from between my lips as I cry out.
All the tension from the last couple of days crescendos in a fiery explosion of pleasure. “Yes, oh god… Charlie!”
Instead of taking his focus off me and concentrating on himself, he slides his fingers between my legs and presses on my clit.
Another wave of sensation crashes over me.
I fling myself forward as it sets off another wave of contractions, his touch drawing out what feels like the most powerful orgasm of my life.
It’s his undoing.
He takes my hips in both hands, and now, he does pound into me. His head hits the window, and the cords of his neck flex as he spills inside me.