“With me? I like that idea. We can do fun things in the mud bath.”
She freezes. “Mud in my coochie? I don’t think I’m up for that.”
“Scratching that off my fantasy list. We’re down to 18,999 things now.”
The laugh comes from her belly, and it lights her up so that even in the dark I can see her true happiness. I can feel the delight coursing through her frame. Driven by lust and love, I rise up and kiss her, capturing her joy in my mouth, swallowing it until her light fills me, and then I give it in return.
Our tongues dance and tangle. Her hands press my shoulders into the leather of the truck seat. I welcome the pressure. It makes me feel alive. Every part of me is throbbing with need.
“My fantasy is you making love to me. Making me come,” she whispers against my mouth.
I almost spill into my sweatpants.
“Yeah. Let me take you somewhere.” I put my hand down to the side to prop the seat up, but she stops me.
“Here. Take me here.”
“No. I am not popping your cherry in the front seat of a pickup truck.”
She folds her fingers around my cock, and I about pass out from the blood loss in my brain. “Don’t I get to choose when and where I lose my virginity?”
“Okay. I’m not popping my cherry in the front seat of a pickup.”
Her busy hands stop moving. “Your cherry? You’re a virgin?”
“I told you that you are the only one for me.”
She scoots back on my lap. “I didn’t know that meant you hadn’t ever had sex before.”
I struggle to sit up and wonder if I should turn on the light because I can’t see her face, and I can’t tell from the sound of her voice if she’s pissed or turned on. “I guess I come off some kind of way to you because I played sports or because I’m a Carter, but when I say something, I mean it.”
“I’m starting to understand that.”
“Does that bother you?”
“No. It’s just—it’s kind of hitting me that all the stuff you’ve been saying about sticking around and happy ever after aren’t just lines to get into my pants.” She rubs her lips together and then laughs, sort of self-consciously. “I did think you were chasing after me because I was the one thing you couldn’t win. I’m sorry that I made those assumptions.”
“It’s fine.”
“No. I’d be pissed if I were you. People are always assuming things about me or my brothers because we’re poor. That we’re dumb or dirty. That we don’t take care of ourselves. That we don’t have dreams.”
Rory sounds genuinely distressed. I tug her back in my arms, even the small distance too great for me. “I accept your apology. Now let me make you happy.”
I slide my hand into her pants until I find her pussy. She’s wet and hot. Every fantasy I’ve had of her hasn’t prepared me for how good she feels.
“Fuck me silly, Rory. You feel like magic.”
“God, don’t make me laugh,” she moans. Her hips start to move, riding my hand.
“Put your tit in my mouth, babe. I need to suck on you.”
She does as I ask, flipping up her shirt and holding her tit so that I can draw the nub into my mouth. I suck hard, hallowing my cheeks, taking deep long draws as I finger her with long strokes. She gasps and writhes, gyrating and swaying like my hand is a mechanical bull. With each movement, my knuckles brush against my swollen cock. My orgasm flutters at the base of my spine, ready to detonate.
“Other tit,” I order. She switches it up, and I use my free hand to pluck and squeeze the wet nipple while I eat at the other one. Her cunt pulses against my fingers. I slide another digit in and grind the heel of my hand against her clit. She tenses and gasps, her cum flooding my hand as her orgasm swoops through her body, shaking her from toes to fingertips. A long, keening cry escapes her mouth. I keep jacking my fingers into her, drawing out her ecstasy as long as I can.
I keep my own orgasm tamped down, denying myself so I can enjoy this precious one first. I’ve made her come and denying myself will only make that first time even better, but it won’t be in the passenger seat of my pickup. I made one of her fantasies come true, and it’s time to fulfill the rest of them.
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