She gave that same little hum that I’d come to associate with her pleasure, and the vibration ran out of her mouth and into my dick, making my hips buck up to meet her lips.
“Shhh.” She glanced up at my face through her lashes, and the sight of her there between my legs, taking me into her mouth, hair cascading over us both as her breasts brushed my legs was my undoing. I reached for her shoulders.
“Now. I need to be inside you now.” I tried to drag her up to me, desperate to have her on top of me. Or under me. I didn’t really care, as long as it ended the same way.
I heard the sound of her soft laughter as she crawled her way toward me. She leaned to the side of my head and picked up the strip of condoms from the pillow next to me. All of my senses were overwhelmed: the scent of oranges wafting from her skin, the feel of her legs alongside mine and her weight on my thighs, the taste of her still on my lips, and the crinkle of paper as she tore open the little packet were only heightened by the sight of her rolling latex over my pulsing cock.
She raised herself over me, holding me just at her entrance. She teased a little, rubbing me up and down her wet sex, before she sank down.
And then we were both frantic. I held her hips and thrust my own upward, needing to meet her rocking pelvis. Meghan’s mouth was slightly opened, her eyes closed, as she threw back her head and touched her own breasts, finding the perfect rhythm that made us both moan.
“Oh, God, Meghan—I’m going to come—” I didn’t recognize my own voice, hoarse with desire and strain.
“Yes, now—now.” She arched her body, and I felt her pulsing around me. It pushed me over the edge into madness, an insanity where I shouted her name again and again as all the stars in the sky fell over both of us.
Meghan collapsed onto me, both of us slick with sweat and breathing hard. I managed enough energy to lift my hand and stroke down her back. She murmured something against my chest, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It didn’t matter, because I didn’t think my brain had enough blood running through it to make sense of anything, and the pounding of my heart drowned out the rest of the world.
After a few minutes, she lifted her head and smiled at me. “I’m hot.” She peeled herself away from me and lay down with her head on the other pillow.
I touched the side of her face, pulling a few strands of hair away from her damp cheek. “Me, too. You have that effect on me.”
One side of her mouth lifted in a half-smile. “I thought I drove you crazy. And not in a good way.”
I chuckled. “Well, you did. But turns out this was the crazy you were driving me to. So I guess it’s okay.”
“Just okay?” She raised one eyebrow.
I rolled to my side, facing her. “Much more than okay. I think I died for a minute there.” I sat up and felt a trickle sweat roll down my spine. “Hey, I have an idea. Want to cool off?”
Meghan pushed herself up. “How?”
“Swim in the river. C’mon.”
But she didn’t move. “Sam, aren’t there snakes in the river? And it’s really cold.”
“Babe, the only thing that might bite you in there is me.” I leaned across her and sank my teeth gently into the slope of her breast, then ran my tongue over to soothe it. “And cold is the point.” I swiped something from the pillow and then jumped off the tailgate and offered her my hand.
She was still reluctant, I could tell, but she crawled down toward me anyway. I caught her waist and swung her down to the ground with me.
“You trust me, right?” I gazed down at her, at the moonlight reflecting on her skin. She turned luminous green eyes to me, considering for a minute before she nodded.
“Yes, I trust you, Sam.”
It felt like we were both talking about more than just a dip in the water, but neither of us acknowledged that. Instead I pulled her toward the riverbank, lacing our fingers together as we picked our way through the dark, the feel of each other’s hand the only sure thing in the night.
“THAT WATER WAS FRIGID.”
I sat in the back of the truck again shivering as Sam wrapped me in a quilt and pulled me onto his lap.
“Yeah, it was, but I warmed you up, didn’t I?”
I tried to bite back a grin, but it didn’t work. “Yes, you might have raised the temperature of the river by a degree or two. And scared some fish, probably.” I reached up to smooth his wet hair out of his eyes. “I’m very impressed you thought to bring the condoms with us.”
“Hey, I’m nothing if not resourceful. And hopeful.” He smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine.
“You know, you don’t do that enough.” I traced a finger around his lips. “Smile, I mean. You’re so serious.”