“You wanna rub that on me before or after?” she asks me coyly, starting to purr like a kitten.
“Before or after what?” I ask her knowingly.
“Before you chafe me a whole lot more down there.” And I drop the cream, sliding myself over the bench seat to take her into my arms again, finally.
She feels better than ever against me, and underneath my jacket she’s hardly wearing anything, her chest spilling out of her top, nipples thick with her instant arousal and she’s needing no encouragement to slip off her shorts, letting me run my hands all over her as she straddles me in the front of our truck.
Ours.
A word I have to remember to use for everything now. She’s mine, forever, and everything that was once mine is now also hers too. Everything, forever.
But for now, we’re each other’s once again, and I can feel the pressure of the rising tempest outside, as well as inside my own body. Inside my jeans which Tessa’s fighting to free me from.
I slide my jeans all the way down, and notice the truck’s windows have steamed up fully already, our own breathing being so intense in such a small space.
With no need for anything else other than what we both crave, Tess slides herself straight onto my rock hard thickness and we both let out long moans of relieved pleasure.
We can take our time now, I’m in no rush to claim her. I know she’s mine. I want to pleasure her like she’s never known, and have her treat me to the same, just by being herself.
Kneading her heart shaped ass with both my hands as she pumps up and down on my glistening, stiff cock, I squeeze her cheeks in time with each of her movements.
She returns the favor, clenching her pussy as tight as she can and again once I’m fully inside her, pressing deep against her new favorite place, which sees her shuddering to the first of many climaxes in no time at all.
She keeps her own climax going by riding me non-stop, and I can tell by the determined look in her eyes that she’s trying to get me to join her in her next explosive orgasm.
Her breathing does that thing where it gets fast, like she can’t breath and she’s gasping for air, then she starts to shudder.
“I love you, Sean,” she whispers in my ear then bites my neck, making me lose all control and drawing the most intense orgasm we share together.
Hearing her the words, right at that moment, when I know she means it most. It’s the greatest gift next to her virginity. It tells me she’s not only mine, but that she loves being mine. She loves me and I tell her how much I love her, as well as show her. Over and over again while the terrible storm outside rages, we find a new peace together, a tranquility I thought I’d never know in this life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Tessa
I’ve never felt safer, Sean’s strong arms along with his super strong and insistent everything else, sees us through the storm and then some.
It’s the perfect way to get to know each other, and we manage quite well in our little isolation truck. Whiling away the hours with each other’s bodies, with conversation. But mostly with our bodies.
Sean finally does get some of the chafing cream onto my thighs, but gets sidetracked again, ending up with both of us needing some of the same ointment in a few other places once we’re through.
We end up curled in a huge blanket Sean has in the back of his truck, naked and him just holding me. We doze and chat, then make love some more until we’re finally spent, but far from being tired of each other.
“Nowhere near even getting started,” I caution him. He looks different though somehow, I think it's maybe because we’re both tired, but it’s something else.
He has a new look in his brooding eyes as he studies me.
“What do you want, Tessa?” he asks me softly, and I don’t have to think twice about that.
“You,” is all I can say, because it’s true.
“You have me,” he tells me, “but what do you really want, from life?”
It’s a big question, and not one I’ve really thought about much. I know I’ve always wanted to write, but that’s a pretty vague ambition.
“I want family.” I tell him after a time, making him grin and press his lips against my forehead.
“Lots of family, I hope?” he says wistfully and I feel my stomach getting butterflies all over again as I feel his hand rubbing my belly in wide circles.
Sean’s just about to ask me something, something I know is important when the CB radio crackles to life.
It’s Brad, asking if we’re okay. The storm’s passed and seems to have blown itself out, except...
Sean flicks the radio off, but soon after there’s a loud pounding on the huge doors outside, we both hear excited voices, with Brad’s being the loudest, shouting something about us being trapped in the tunnel, which we’re not.
Sean growls with dissatisfaction, and I sigh, resigning myself to the fact that like it or not, we’re being interrupted and now there’s an official ‘rescue team’ trying to reach us.
Trying to spoil everything.
“We may as well let them in,” I tell Sean, who looks less than impressed.
“You did bolt us in a tunnel.” I remind him. “They might be worried.”
“To be continued.” Sean promises me with a kiss and we both start to get dressed. I thank Sean for remembering to grab my bag from when he pulled me from my car.
My car!
I feel a stab of worry, but considering how things might have panned out, if the car is no more, and I get to keep Sean. It’s totally worth it.
Sean seems relaxed enough to wear what he had on, but I’m
