few feet to spare before it was sheer cliff. She opened the door and hurried out as soon as the truck came to a stop. Rushing out as well, he met her at the front of the truck. In half an instant, she was high on his hips again. They kissed like wild animals that had been starved for food for days. She frantically undid his belt buckle and scooted his shorts down as best as she could with one hand; the other held onto his neck.
~*~
Van groaned as she touched him while he hungrily kissed down her neck and across her breasts. Accepting her actions and the fact that his shorts were halfway down his thighs as an invitation, he slipped a hand under her dress. His hands discovered what he had been picturing under her dress all night; a thong. Delighting in the eagerness of her response to him as he caressed the small patch of material, he no longer entertained thoughts of wanting to move slowly. Bringing his other hand under her dress, he pulled her to his chest. He scooted the thong aside as he lowered her onto himself.
Reggie let out a gasp as he entered her, tightening her arms around his neck as she buried her head deep into them. “You okay?” he asked. “You wanna stop?”
She shook her head ‘no.’
“No, you’re not okay or no, don’t stop?”
“Don’t stop.” She opened her mouth and gently bit at his neck.
He leaned her against the truck and claimed her deeper. She bit harder and another gasp escaped her.
She felt too good. Van was afraid he wasn’t going to last. He only managed slow, gentle strokes while balancing them against the truck. It was as if things were moving in slow motion. He was brought out of his daze by her whimper. She tightened around him, sending him over the edge. He released into her with more than a whimper of his own. It was an animal howl of pure pleasure. He didn’t know how he remained standing.
When he finally caught his breath, Van turned around and sat on the bumper with the two of them still as one. She still clung tightly to his neck. “You all right?”
She nodded a ‘yes.’
He brought her face in front of his so he could see it. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head ‘no.’ Her silence scared him.
“Reg, you weren’t a…you know. Were you?”
“No,” she said, softly. “I wasn’t a virgin, Van.” She rested her head on his shoulder again and kissed at his neck. “It’s just been a very long time for me.”
He stroked her hair and kissed her head. “How’d you know about this place? You been here before or did we get lucky?”
“I’ve been here before, not like this though. Will you do something for me?”
“Anything, babe.”
She sat up and looked him in the eyes. “Will you take me home?”
“Dammit.” He pulled her close. “I did hurt you.”
“No. You didn’t. I’d like to try that again without breaking the orgasm speed record.”
He laughed. “I think I can handle that.”
“You were right, you know.”
“About what?”
“That ain’t no small change you have there.”
He grinned. “There’s no faster way to inflate a man’s ego than discussing his unit.”
Reggie rubbed her hands up and down his back then across his chest. He held her tight, gentle moans escaping at her touch. She could still feel him inside her. She moved her arms round his neck and picked herself up slightly then went back down slowly onto his lap. “Maybe I don’t want to wait until we get to my house after all.”
“Lord Almighty.”
Another car slowly pulled up, but immediately began to back up when Donovan’s truck was in view. Reggie hopped down and straightened her dress. Van buckled up. “Looks like someone else had our great idea. Let’s get going.”
Their fingers were laced as they sat together in the truck. She was riding in the middle of the bench seat. The passenger seat was too far away now. He kissed the back of her hand and she nibbled at his ear until he said, “You’d better stop it or I’ll wreck.”
They ran
David Drake, Janet Morris