“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”
Swiftly, I unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight and she wiggled away from me to pull them down and off. So eager, I loved how quickly she worked. She desperately needed my fingers on her, almost as much as I needed to touch her myself. Almost. I couldn’t imagine she felt as much need as I did. Nearly blinded by it, I pulled her back and settled her on my lap, her creamy, bare thighs now spread wide over me.
I pushed the parka off of her, feasting on her throat, her lips, her breasts. She wore pretty little lacy panties. I vaguely registered that they were the same color as her bra, the cream colored one I’d thrown to the passenger side. It was dark in the cab of the truck, but there was enough illumination from a streetlight out on the road that I could see how sweet she looked. And the damp patch where she’d soaked through her panties.
Holding on to her hips, I tilted her so I could see better. I brought my finger down, right where she’d gotten the silk all wet and slick. She gasped and pushed against my finger.
“Are you wet for me?” I asked her, wanting to hear her say it. I needed to hear those words from her panting mouth.
“Oh,” she sighed, working her pussy against my finger, now just separated by a thin layer of silk. The sensation had to be more intense, now that we didn’t have a layer of jeans between us. It was only going to get better, once I slipped my fingers down inside her panties and stroked her bare and hot right where she needed it. But first she was going to have to tell me how much she needed it. She was so close to the edge, with such an aching, urgent desire throbbing through her, I couldn’t resist fanning the flames even higher.
“I can’t wait to touch you, Violet,” I said, stroking her gently, teasing. I cupped her breast and gave it a lick, a kiss. I couldn’t wait to make her come. But I only had right now, this one time. I needed to make the most of it.
“Before I make you come, Violet, I want to hear it from you. Before I give you what you need, you have to tell me. Do I make you wet?”
“Yes,” she exhaled, desperate, pushing against my fingers. “You make me so wet.”
That was good, but I was a relentless man. In a low whisper, I asked for more. “Tell me, Violet. Do you need me to make you come?”
“Yes, please, Heath,” she begged. “Please make me come.”
That did it. I brought my hand to the side of her lace and pulled. Her panties came apart in my hand. I hadn’t meant to rip them in two, but these things happened. I was a big, rough guy, and they’d been between me and what I needed.
Heaven. Sinking my fingers into her slick pussy, I found it. She seemed to feel the same way. Her nails dug into my shoulders and she cried out as I moved my hand along her, stroking, petting. She met my every move, swaying against me, eyes closed, her fists balled in my shirt.
“Oh!” she cried out as I plunged a finger up inside of her. I didn’t even go deep, not yet, I just wanted to feel her walls, tight and hot, surrounding me. My cock throbbed in response. To be sheathed in that, her yielding, wet need, and she felt so tight. My cock would spread her. She’d need to work to take me in all the way.
I kissed her throat as I worked my finger in and out, slow, and the noises she made nearly did me in. The moans, the cries. She could come quick, I could tell, but I wanted more. I was a selfish man when it came to giving. I brought my other hand to her back.
“Lean back, baby,” I murmured, guiding her. That giant parka was like a portable bed—look, it did come in handy—and she rested back against the steering wheel. Now I could see more, watch her splayed before me, her naked breasts quivering and exposed. I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted to see more than her losing herself in an orgasm. But I wanted to watch it build, see it play out across her features, tremor throughout her whole body.
With a hand at her breast, I circled her soft mound, watching her feel it. With a whimper of frustration, she brought her hand to my forearm, the one down below. She was impatient. I chuckled, liking her like that. But I was in charge.
“Bring your hands to the steering wheel, right behind your head.” I said it gently, coaxing, but I meant it. She was going to have to lean back and take it if she wanted to get to the end of this ride. I wanted to take my time with her, and she’d have to suffer through it. I guided her hands up and back until they framed her perfect face. She panted, her eyes open now, watching me.
I met her gaze, a small smile playing at my lips as I trailed my hands back down along the center of her body. Such a playground, the dip between her breasts, the plane along her stomach, the valley below. Drinking in her every reaction, I slid a finger in her again, grazing along her swollen, sensitive clit. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes, moaning and turning her head to the side.
“Feel good, Violet?” I couldn’t resist asking as I stroked her. She felt so good under my hands, so small next to my size but so needy I knew she could take me.
“Heath!” she cried out, clutching the steering wheel behind her head, her nipples stiff and exposed as she arched her back. I brought my other hand up to her breasts and squeezed, stroked.
“I could play with you like this all night,” I said, and I meant it. She surrounded me in every possible way, the sight of her, her scent, her pants of need, and touch the most intense of all. The way my fingers glided along, how wet she was for me, how intensely her body responded to and welcomed me.
She whimpered and ground her pussy down on my fingers, showing me what she needed. I could play with her all night, but she needed to come. Desperately.
“You need to come, baby?” I asked her, circling her clit, palming her breast, watching her face.
“Yes!” she cried out, gripping the steering wheel, offering herself to me.
How could I say no to that? With fierce possessiveness, I grasped her pebbled nipple between my large, rough fingers and positioned my other hand at her entrance.
“Come for me, Violet.” I drove two fingers up into her, deep, stretching her farther than I had before, while the large pad of my thumb found her clit. She screamed, pushing into me, her body filled with ecstatic tension as she began to come, her thighs squeezed, her hips bucking. I pinched her nipple, hard, and her mouth opened into a perfect O as she came and came on my fingers, each shudder and wave of orgasm rushing and crashing over her seeming more intense than the last.
Until she began to sink down, her ass resting again against my lap, her hands loosening their grip on the wheel behind her head. Her screams melted into moans and she was able to bring her head straight again, opening her eyes to look at me dazed and heavy-lidded. She looked amazed, like I might actually be Superman here in the middle of Vermont. A crazy part of me wanted to be exactly that for her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I took her into my arms, holding her to me as the last sighs tremored through her body. She was more than beautiful, and if I could come up with a new word, I would, but for now I just held her, held her close in the darkness, feeling her heart beat against mine.
CHAPTER 5
Violet
I just had the most blindingly, earth-shatteringly intense orgasm. In the cab of a pickup truck with a complete stranger. It left a woman wondering What. The. Fuck.
Because the way he held me? The way he looked at me, reverent like he worshipped every inch of me? Only reverent wasn’t exactly right because his eyes were so heated, so carnal and wicked I knew he wanted to do much more than simply admire. He wanted to do all sorts of things to me and oh did I want that, too. I wanted it so badly it made my teeth ache. Even as the final ebbs and tides of the orgasm to end all orgasms throbbed throughout my body, I could still feel the heat. The mere size of him, his powerful arms encircling me, making me feel like nothing bad would ever happen to me again in life. He had me. He’d protect me, cherish and treasure me.
But that was insane, all of this was.
“That was…um…” I brought a hand to his chest. Double-edged sword, that. I’d meant to push