The conversation dies down. Not that we have nothing left to say to one another, but words are simply no longer needed.
The night air is cold outside the truck. Stars dot the sky clearly and the moon shines bright.
Sitting in the dim light your thumb makes gentle circles around mine. Our thoughts tumbling around in the night, not in chaos but desire.
Need surges through my body as my eyes travel from our clasped hands to your eyes staring back at me.
I cant delay any longer. My lips crash into yours, hungry for your taste.
A whimper of need escapes your lips and I kiss you harder, our tongues dancing and fighting for ownership.
You cant keep your hands off of me. Starting from tenderly holding my face to yours to gripping my waist tugging me closer, your need is palpable.
With an unexpected grace, I pull you over me and anchor your core to mine.
There's no waiting. Sure, just a few feet away there's a nice warm bed but I want you now.
Pulling at your shirt I lift it up so I can feel your skin on mine.
No words need to be said. Our communication is clear.
More whimpers escape your lips, or were they mine this time. The hunger for you surging through me like violent waves, I cant think.
My hands fumble between us undoing and removing your clothes. Pausing your touches and kisses, your eyes searching for mine. There's so much excitement, as if this is the first time all over again.
Freeing the entire length of you as it bounces above me my thoughts are only on you. Pleasing you. Tasting you. Feeling you inside me.
