they’d recognize us.
“I do,” she breathes. “I trust you with everything.”
I take a deep breath and force myself to step away from her. “Where’s your bag?”
She turns around and opens the back door on the driver’s side. When she bends over to grab her bag out, I crowd into her and use my hand to cup her tit.
“Fuck, Sketch,” she tells me. “You’ve got to stop.”
I squeeze lightly, running my middle finger over the hardened nub and laugh in her ear, pushing my hard cock against her ass. “It’s beginning, baby, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
We run through the motions of telling everyone at the shop bye. I let everybody know how they can reach me, in case they need me, but I have complete faith in the crew. They can handle anything that comes up, unless it’s completely devastating.
*
“Why are you all the way over there?” I ask.
We’ve been in the truck for fifteen minutes, and Nina hasn’t made a move to lift up the console and slide over next to me on the bench seat.
“I’m scared I’ll jump you if I come any closer,” she admits. “This is a new kind of turn-on that I haven’t had before, and I’m kind of scared of myself.”
I laugh loudly, pushing my head against the leather of the seat. “C’mere.” I hold my hand out to her and watch as she carefully unbuckles her seatbelt, pulling it away from her chest so that it doesn’t catch on anything, and then scoots over, moving the console up. It feels like a million years from the time she starts until she’s finally sitting next to me.
“You frustrated, babe?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“You have no idea.” She sighs. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to tell me to put these things on, and I always assumed when you told me to do it, you’d be there with me. It took me a while to figure out how to do it, and then I started thinking about you seeing me for the first time, and then I got hot. Then I realized you wouldn’t want me doing anything. Now I feel like I could fuck you for the night and still not have enough, Sketch.”
I put my hand down on her thigh and lazily run my fingertips back and forth against the material of her pants.
“Then I see you,” she continues, swallowing hard, “and you look so good. I haven’t seen you in days, and I’m used to seeing you more than that. Days are so hard to get through. I see you haven’t shaved, you’ve got that couple-of-day-old beard I love, you look tired, but it’s a good tired, it gives your face character, and you’re wearing my favorite shirt. God, the things I could do to you.” She’s grasping the fingers of my hand, trying to bring it between her thighs. “I want you to get me off, just once, right here, right now, but I know it’ll be an even bigger tease, and there’s no way I’ll be okay until we get to the cabin, so please, don’t let me pull your hand to my hot spot.”
She’s got her head tilted back against the seat, and I don’t think she knows it, but she’s pushing her hips up as she speaks. I’ve never seen her this turned on before, and it makes me want to yank the truck over to a secluded area and have my way with her, but she’s right. It will be a tease and neither one of us will be satisfied. I don’t want that tease tonight. Tonight I want her, and when I say I want her, I want her to let every guard down, I want her to let me in where she’s never let me in before. I want her to have trouble walking in the morning; I want to completely own her body. But I only want it because she wants it.
“We’ll be there soon,” I tell her, fighting the pull of her hand the way she told me to. “When we get there, I’ll take care of you.”
“Yeah?” She rolls her head on the seat to stare at me, and I look down. I can see the hard line of her nipples against her sweater, I can see the hardware she’s wearing, and I realize how much I love this woman, how much she trusts me, how blessed I am to have that
“I do,” she breathes. “I trust you with everything.”
I take a deep breath and force myself to step away from her. “Where’s your bag?”
She turns around and opens the back door on the driver’s side. When she bends over to grab her bag out, I crowd into her and use my hand to cup her tit.
“Fuck, Sketch,” she tells me. “You’ve got to stop.”
I squeeze lightly, running my middle finger over the hardened nub and laugh in her ear, pushing my hard cock against her ass. “It’s beginning, baby, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
We run through the motions of telling everyone at the shop bye. I let everybody know how they can reach me, in case they need me, but I have complete faith in the crew. They can handle anything that comes up, unless it’s completely devastating.
*
“Why are you all the way over there?” I ask.
We’ve been in the truck for fifteen minutes, and Nina hasn’t made a move to lift up the console and slide over next to me on the bench seat.
“I’m scared I’ll jump you if I come any closer,” she admits. “This is a new kind of turn-on that I haven’t had before, and I’m kind of scared of myself.”
I laugh loudly, pushing my head against the leather of the seat. “C’mere.” I hold my hand out to her and watch as she carefully unbuckles her seatbelt, pulling it away from her chest so that it doesn’t catch on anything, and then scoots over, moving the console up. It feels like a million years from the time she starts until she’s finally sitting next to me.
“You frustrated, babe?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“You have no idea.” She sighs. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to tell me to put these things on, and I always assumed when you told me to do it, you’d be there with me. It took me a while to figure out how to do it, and then I started thinking about you seeing me for the first time, and then I got hot. Then I realized you wouldn’t want me doing anything. Now I feel like I could fuck you for the night and still not have enough, Sketch.”
I put my hand down on her thigh and lazily run my fingertips back and forth against the material of her pants.
“Then I see you,” she continues, swallowing hard, “and you look so good. I haven’t seen you in days, and I’m used to seeing you more than that. Days are so hard to get through. I see you haven’t shaved, you’ve got that couple-of-day-old beard I love, you look tired, but it’s a good tired, it gives your face character, and you’re wearing my favorite shirt. God, the things I could do to you.” She’s grasping the fingers of my hand, trying to bring it between her thighs. “I want you to get me off, just once, right here, right now, but I know it’ll be an even bigger tease, and there’s no way I’ll be okay until we get to the cabin, so please, don’t let me pull your hand to my hot spot.”
She’s got her head tilted back against the seat, and I don’t think she knows it, but she’s pushing her hips up as she speaks. I’ve never seen her this turned on before, and it makes me want to yank the truck over to a secluded area and have my way with her, but she’s right. It will be a tease and neither one of us will be satisfied. I don’t want that tease tonight. Tonight I want her, and when I say I want her, I want her to let every guard down, I want her to let me in where she’s never let me in before. I want her to have trouble walking in the morning; I want to completely own her body. But I only want it because she wants it.
“We’ll be there soon,” I tell her, fighting the pull of her hand the way she told me to. “When we get there, I’ll take care of you.”
“Yeah?” She rolls her head on the seat to stare at me, and I look down. I can see the hard line of her nipples against her sweater, I can see the hardware she’s wearing, and I realize how much I love this woman, how much she trusts me, how blessed I am to have that
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