She giggles against me, her face turning up and knocking me out with that smile. “It hasn’t even been a whole day.”
“Felt like a whole year. Come on.”
I move her along the grass and help her up into my truck after securing her vehicle. There’s no space between us, not anymore. And there never will be again. She’s against my side the entire drive home. Her head against my shoulder and my hand in her lap with both of hers holding on to me. I let her scent fill my lungs, feeling it calm me like a damn drug. Pain killers? No. I won’t need any pain killers. She has me completely relaxed, every muscle in my body loose, until I feel her lips press against my neck.
She squirms against me, wiggling my hand down so it settles between her legs. “Remember when you were so close to pulling over and taking me in your truck?” Her breath heats the skin below my ear, sending a jolt straight to my cock. “I want that. Right now.” And then her hand is pressing on my massive erection, the one that is threatening to rip through my zipper.
I hiss through a moan and she works me through my shorts. “You want me to throw you in the back and f**k you on the side of the road?” I feel her nod against me as her teeth scrap against my ear. “Fuck. How wet are you right now?”
“Very.” She grabs my hand and slips it under her dress, pressing my fingers against her panties. My c**k becomes painfully hard at the feel of her arousal and she moans when I press a finger against her clit. “Ben, please,” she pants, digging her nails into my wrist as I twist my hand. I slide underneath her panties and dip one finger into her. Her head falls back onto the seat with a shuddering gasp.
“Jesus Christ. Hold on, angel.” She protests with a whimper as I slip my finger out of her and pop it in my mouth. I pull off on a back road that breaks into a secluded wooded area, parking my truck between the trees. I turn the truck off and unbuckle my seatbelt as she does the same. “Climb over the seat and take that dress off. I want you naked and ready for me.” She complies with a gleeful chuckle, giving me a gorgeous view of her ass as she crawls into the back.
I step out of the truck and glance around. We’re completely isolated. Good. Nothing is interrupting this. Opening the back door, I pull my c**k out of my shorts before I climb inside. She’s slipping off her panties, her dress discarded somewhere. Her hungry eyes focus on my dick that I’m slowly stroking while I watch her.
“You’re so hard for me,” she states with a fascinated tone. She reaches for me but quickly pulls her hands back. “Do you want me to do that? Or should I touch myself while you watch?”
Christ. That is tempting as hell. My c**k jerks in my hand at the thought. But I’m suddenly hectic with the need to feel her around me. Nothing else will suffice right now. I grab her leg and pull her toward me, keeping my other hand on the base of my cock.
“Straddle me. I want those tits in my face.”
I guide her over me, sliding my hands up her thighs as she grabs my c**k and rubs it against herself, slicking the head. “Fuck, you feel amazing, baby,” I grunt through a tense jaw. I lean in and lick her taut nipple, teasing it before drawing it into my mouth.
“Ben,” she whispers urgently, shifting her weight forward and guiding me to her entrance. She grabs my face with both her hands, pulling me away from her breast and locks eyes with me. “Watch me.” Her mouth parts slightly as she lowers herself down, taking me to the hilt. “I love you.”
I lean my head back and smirk. “Me? Or my cock?” Before she can answer, I grab her hips and lift her up, slamming her down on top of me five times with brute force. “You. Love. This?” I ask with my thrusts.
“Yes. God, yes.”
When I finish, she takes the lead and digs her nails into my shoulders as she rocks against me.
“Easy, baby,” I warn her when her hand presses against my stitches.
Her eyes go to the spot on my arm and she raises the sleeve of my shirt. Her brow furrows with pain, guilt, maybe. I’m not sure. She leans in, pressing her hand to my chest as she kisses the bandage. I wince at the pressure she puts on me and she notices. Her hands grab the bottom of my shirt. “Take it off.”
I stop her from lifting it farther than my upper abs. “I’m fine. Just a little sore.”
“I want to see it.” She pulls with determination and I comply, shifting so she can lift it over my head. She inhales sharply, her eyes taking in the nine welts and the bruises that have formed around them. Her hand lies gently over the one welt that sits right in the middle of my chest. I see her lip tremble and reach up, cupping the side of her face. Her eyes meet mine with agony. “I could’ve lost you.”
I pull her face toward me. “No. You’ll never lose me. I told you that nothing could ever take me away from you.” I brush my lips against hers and taste her tears on my tongue. “Don’t cry. Not now. Be here with me, Mia.”
She kisses me gently after wiping her tears away. “Make love to me. Just like you did that first night.”
“You want me to be gentle?” I ask, snaking my arms around her waist. She nods before sliding off my lap and lying out on my back seat, legs spread. I shove my shorts and boxers down to mid-thigh before getting between her legs. “Guide me in, baby.”
She smiles and reaches around me, pulling me straight into her. I thrust my hips, slowly, letting her feel every inch of me as I brace myself on my elbows. Her eyes flutter close and she arches against me, brushing her chest against mine with a deep inhale. I can feel her heart knocking against my chest, mimicking my beat. I kiss her jaw, her nose, her cheeks. Every inch of her face is touched by my lips. She lets me worship her body like it’s the first time. My hands caress every part of her, my lips sliding along her skin. I commit her to memory. Her scent. Her taste. The way her body shudders against mine. The feel of her right now, beneath me while I drag this out, while I prolong this moment with her, this, f**king this is the reason for my existence. With every breath I take, I take one for her.