One Night with her Bachelor(44)
She didn’t need to specify where. He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking and gently biting until she went crazy, jerking and rubbing against him through their layers of clothes. His hands slid down her body to the place she ached so badly. His thumbs pressed against her tights, yanking them apart. The sound of ripping nylon was drowned out by the pulsing music, but she felt them give way. His fingers slipped under her panties, and she jerked as his cool flesh touched her hot lips. The contrast of his callouses against her softest skin, his light touch where she needed his hardness, made her hips buck. He kept loving on her breasts, kissing and murmuring encouragement as an orgasm built deep inside her.
But she refused to come without him. Not this time. This time was for both of them, and she wanted to bring him the same release he gave her.
She reached between them and undid his belt. His body tensed for a second, but then she carefully lowered his zipper over his massive erection, reached inside his underpants and freed him.
The truck’s cab was dark, but a little light from the headlights reflected off the snow and cut through the shadows. She couldn’t see much of him, but she didn’t need light to feel how hard and hot and big he was.
“I need you, Gabriel. I need you inside me.”
He positioned himself so he nudged against her. “Talk to me. Tell me how it feels to you.”
“I feel…” But she had no words, not for this. This was… this was… “Ecstasy.”
He rubbed his thumb around her clit and her head fell back. He switched his attention to her other nipple, teasing it so badly she clasped his penis even harder. He groaned and slid his fingers inside her. “Damn it, you’re so wet. I can’t stop touching you. Put the condom on me.”
She briefly let him go so she could grab the foil packet and rip it open, but then she stared at it in confusion. She’d never actually had to use one of these things. How was she supposed to tell which way it went?
His fingers flicked against a super-sensitive spot inside her, and a shudder of pleasure ripped through her. She was going to come… she was going to—
His fingers left her, and he grabbed the condom and rolled it down his thick length. Clasping her hips, he positioned her over himself and said, “Pull your panties to the side.”
She reached down and bared herself. He nudged her lips open and, in one smooth movement, yanked her down as he thrust inside her.
Ohhhh, thank you, God.
They groaned against each other as he showed her a rhythm. He filled her till she thought she’d burst from the incredible pressure building inside her. She rode him, used him, rubbed her clit against him as he held her tight and thrust up into her. Every movement made her breasts sway, and her desire cranked up at the unbridled desire on his face as he watched her body move. She braced her palms against the truck’s ceiling and leaned back so she could ride him harder, making him curse.
“Talk to me,” he bit out.
She wanted to be naughty. She wanted to let go of all the strictures she’d placed around her life.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to f*ck me.” The earthy words slipped out before she knew what she was saying. They came from a place deep inside, a depth she’d never explored before because it’d frightened her. But now she felt the power stored there. Now she understood the power her body held, and she wasn’t scared of it anymore. “Now, Gabriel. Hard.”
His hands tightened almost painfully on her hips as he slammed her pelvis down on his over and over.
“Harder. Harder.”
He obliged, and the pressure inside her exploded in a burst of white heat. Her body pulsed around him, and he gave her one more hard thrust before burying his face in her shoulder and groaning against her neck as he came.
She fell against him, completely limp and mindless with fulfillment. His arm moved behind her, and suddenly the music cut out. They held each other close, their panting breaths the only noise, the only movement in the truck. She was slick where her body still clutched his, and she didn’t want to break the spell by moving away. She craved this connection. No, more than a craving. She needed it as badly as she needed oxygen.
“Thank you,” she whispered against his neck.
His arms tightened around her. “For what?”
Judging by the laziness of his voice, he felt as languid as she did. Her lips curled in a sleepy, satisfied smile. “For reminding me what it’s like to feel beautiful.”
His palm found her cheek and tipped her far enough back that their eyes met. “What does that mean?”
“Sometimes I feel like I belong to everyone except myself, but being with you makes me feel like I’m me.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know if that makes sense.”
“Yeah, I think it does. You are beautiful, Molly. I know you’re dealing with a lot of shit right now, but I’m glad if I can help you forget it and remember who you are.”
She snuggled against him, and he held her close. “It’s hard to remember who I am when there are times I struggle just to breathe. I’ve never been so stressed out as during these last six months. I mean, having a new baby was stressful. Going through a divorce and Greg moving out of state, leaving me with a five-year-old—that was stressful. Losing my parents and Scott within two years—” She fought back tears at the memories. “I’ve experienced a lot of grief, and that’s what Josh’s injury is like. I’m grieving the life he could’ve had, the life it’ll now be so difficult for him to have.”