We leave the club and head towards your truck, kissing and grabbing each other the entire way, oblivious to who may be watching us with knowing smiles. You open your door and I hop in and slide past the steering wheel to the center of the seat. You no sooner have time to close your door and I am ripping your shirt off. When I say I gotta have it, I gotta have it now!
You start the truck up while I am attacking you. The parking lot is not the appropriate place for the things that we want to do to each other. You drive us out of town looking for the perfect spot. The weather is perfect, there's a full moon and there's a big empty bed in the back of the truck.
I nibble on your neck, inhaling the smell of you and getting lightheaded, knowing I need more. I press against you and let my hands wander all over your chest. I nip at your neck and shoulder blades, you moan and continue driving.
I reach my hand down and run it across the top of your jeans, loving the feel of your hot bare skin. You are bursting at the seams you want me so bad. I gently brush my hands over you and hear you moan again and I smile.
I kiss every exposed inch of skin that I can reach, starting with your neck and shoulders and work my way down. I love kissing your tummy, playing with your belly button with my tongue. You feel my hot moist breath at the top of your jeans and find it difficult to concentrate on driving, but somehow you do.
My tongue runs its way across the top of your jeans and you hold your breath wondering what I will do, how brave I will be, hoping nothing stops me. I grab the button to your jeans and as I undo them, I look up you and smile that knowing smile. With the button undone, you wonder how far I will go while you continue driving.