I wrapped my arms around her and scooted us down so I could lay against her. “Do you have a problem with making love in the open?”
Her eyes flashed, but I wasn’t sure if it was excitement at having sex or my use of “making love” to describe what we were doing.
“As long as I don’t get bit.”
“Even by me?” I reached back and unzipped her dress, eager to see and touch her magnificent tits.
She gave me a sexy smile. “Well, maybe by you would be all right.”
I kissed her again, as we took our time getting undressed. The bed of my truck wasn’t the most comfortable and we were out in the wild open. At the same time, I felt like we were in an oasis and the only two people in the world. Maybe even the universe.
When she was naked, I took my time running my hand down over her curves and to her pussy. I slipped a finger between her thighs.
“My, how wet you are Mrs. Simms.”
She flinched slightly at my calling her Mrs. Simms, which made my heart clench that she’d reject it. But I needed her to get used to my need to make her mine.
I lifted my finger to my lips and sucked, tasting her sweet juices, and effectively drawing her attention back to sex.
“Better than cannoli,” I said.
Her cheeks and chest flushed and I knew she was as hot as I was.
“Do you have fantasies?” I asked her. Trina was always wound up so tight, I wondered if she ever had flights of fancy. I knew she was responsive and eager in bed, but did she have dirty, nasty thoughts or desires?
“I don’t know.” Her voice sounded self-conscious.
“Do you want to know mine?” I gently rubbed my palm over her hard-distended nipple.
She sighed. “Yes.”
“There’s a bunch. They all star you.”
Her gaze lifted to mine.
“This is one. Out here in my truck. It’s left over from high school.”
Her smile was so sweet, I couldn’t help but kiss her.
“Some are dirty. You ready?”
She nodded.
“One involves fucking your tits.”
Her breath hitched, and her eyes flashed with interest.
“Your tits have starred in my fantasies since high school.”
“You jerk off to me?” She sounded surprised by that.
“All the time. Well, not lately because I have the real thing right now. What about you, Katrina.” I loved the quick intake of breath she had when I called her by her full name. “Do you think of me when you pleasure yourself?” It was a crazy question. For one, I wasn’t sure she was a woman who touched herself. Second, she’d hated me for so long, why would she fantasize about me when trying to get off? “Never mind—”
“Sometimes.”
My brows shot up. “Really. Even though you didn’t like me?”
She looked down, her hand brushing over my nipple, making me forget my name for a moment. “My fantasy was to dominate you. Punish you for embarrassing me and then making you pleasure me.”
“Fuck that’s hot.” I rolled on my back and pulled her over me. “Hurt me, baby.”
Her smile was vulnerable and it made me feel like the luckiest man in the world that she’d allow that with me.
“I don’t want to punish you anymore.”
“So, what do you want to do to me?” I asked, gently caressing her back.
“I don’t know. I like riding you but that seems so tame after this conversation.”
I levered up and kissed her. “I like it when you ride me.” I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her over my dick but not impaling her on me. “You look like a goddess as you seek your pleasure.”
She blushed.
I ran my fingers through her hair, fluffing it out so it looked wanton and sexy. “I like watching you come.”
She moaned. “How embarrassing.”
“It’s beautiful. It makes me so fucking hard.” I kissed her hard. “Ride me, Katrina.”
Her arms were around my neck as she lowered down over me. Our sighs and gasps as I filled her sounded through the night. Here, under the stars, she was mine and I was hers. Our being together was as real and natural as the flowing river and waving grass around us.
16
Trina
Sometimes I wondered how I missed how sweet and romantic Ryder was. Probably because I was too busy resenting him for embarrassing me. But as I took him inside me under the large bright moon and twinkling stars, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so close or so emotionally attached to someone. I pushed away the niggle of worry that I was not the first, nor would I be the last woman that he brought out here. I knew this wasn’t forever. I didn’t need to worry about the future all the time, did I? I could be in the moment and savor this experience with Ryder.
He kissed me, and I gently rocked, loving how his dick pulsed inside me. He broke the kiss and lavished time on my breasts with his mouth. Each suck on my nipple sent erotic sensations straight down to my pussy, which clenched him tighter and tighter until nature forced me to give in and give my desire what it needed. I started to ride him, at first slowly, savoring the feel of every ridge of his dick as I slid over him. But soon, need coiled tight in my pussy, and I was riding him fast and hard.
“God yes,” he gasped, reclining back on the pillows. He gripped my hips and moved with me, his hips lifting each
