Triaten pulled back from Shiv.
She looked down at him, lips red and plump, and her hands along his neck, “What?”
“It’s just the last time I jumped into sex, I ruined my life.”
“So you need a moment?”
Triaten shrugged.
Shiv moved a hand to the headrest behind Triaten’s head. She tapped her fingers a few times. Impatient, her eyes locked into his. “Okay, pause over.” She left no room to argue, and her lips went back on his. It only took a second for her to draw him back into the moment.
Shiv wasted no time in beginning a slow, circular gyration on Triaten’s lap. He u sed the moment and slipped his hands under her shirt, then slowly shifted it up and off her body.
Shirt off, she smiled. “Oh no, not just me. You’re getting yours off too.” Her hands tore at his blue shirt. “I have been wondering what’s under there all night.”
Triaten managed to get his shirt past his head.
“Shit, really?” Shiv’s voice was in awe.
Triaten looked down at his chest, perplexed. He looked back up her. “Say again?”
“Where the hell did you get all this muscle?” Her hands ran along his chest, sliding past his nipples, down along the carved belly. They went up and down several times, taking in all the skin. Triaten got harder and harder with each pass of her soft hands.
“I mean, I knew you were fit under there, but come on, Triaten. Jackpot — this is frickin’ nice.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest as he buried his lips on her breasts, freeing the pulsating skin from her bra. She leaned back as far as the steering wheel allowed, arching against his warm tongue. Her hands slid down his back, pulling him hard into her body. Hips still spiraling, her breathing grew ragged with unstoppable moans.
Triaten pulled back from her body, looking at her beauty in the sliver of moonlight making it through the trees. He instantly regretted his mouth leaving her body, for in that moment he heard the dreaded word.
“Wait.”
Triaten tightened and held his breath, staring up into Shiv’s eyes. “What, love?”
“Before we do this. I have to make sure — it doesn’t mean a thing?” The words were breathless.
Triaten exhaled relief. “For me, no. You?”
The wicked smile reappeared. “No, not a thing.” Her hands went down to his jeans, unbuttoning and freeing Triaten. “Good. Let’s get you in me. Now.”
Shiv contorted and somehow made losing pants in the cramped jeep look graceful. Withi n seconds, she was back to straddling Triaten.
His fingers slipped up and down her long , naked back, as her hands clasped around his neck and she wedged her legs into place. Triaten didn’t let her fuss, and easily lifted her at the waist, then slid her down onto him, her hotness hungrily enveloping him.
“Oh, hell yea,” she whispered , and began thrusting, fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage.
Triaten wedged his feet for stability, answering each of her thrusts with hard voracity. Every plunge, she controlled him, until he met it and pushed her back to her limit. Forceful. Harsh. Both of them pushing the other to the limit.
Demand ing release, Shiv gyrated faster and faster as Triaten plunged deep into her, straining. Pitching, the thundering wave descended down her body until she pinnacled, tightening around him, and sending Triaten into his own shuddered release.
Spasms pulsating, she leaned back from Triaten, still entangled, and propped herself on the steering wheel, gasping for breath, eyes closed. Triaten’s right hand spread flat on her chest, still riding the waves, while his left hand wouldn’t free her backside, still pushing her solidly onto him as aftershocks reverberated through his body into her.
The solid fog on the glass blocked the moonlight, but Triaten could s till see the sheen on Shiv’s skin, pooling and rolling down her chest as the heaving slowed. He loved watching a woman in the aftershocks.
When Shiv finally opened her eye s to Triaten, they crinkled in
She looked down at him, lips red and plump, and her hands along his neck, “What?”
“It’s just the last time I jumped into sex, I ruined my life.”
“So you need a moment?”
Triaten shrugged.
Shiv moved a hand to the headrest behind Triaten’s head. She tapped her fingers a few times. Impatient, her eyes locked into his. “Okay, pause over.” She left no room to argue, and her lips went back on his. It only took a second for her to draw him back into the moment.
Shiv wasted no time in beginning a slow, circular gyration on Triaten’s lap. He u sed the moment and slipped his hands under her shirt, then slowly shifted it up and off her body.
Shirt off, she smiled. “Oh no, not just me. You’re getting yours off too.” Her hands tore at his blue shirt. “I have been wondering what’s under there all night.”
Triaten managed to get his shirt past his head.
“Shit, really?” Shiv’s voice was in awe.
Triaten looked down at his chest, perplexed. He looked back up her. “Say again?”
“Where the hell did you get all this muscle?” Her hands ran along his chest, sliding past his nipples, down along the carved belly. They went up and down several times, taking in all the skin. Triaten got harder and harder with each pass of her soft hands.
“I mean, I knew you were fit under there, but come on, Triaten. Jackpot — this is frickin’ nice.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest as he buried his lips on her breasts, freeing the pulsating skin from her bra. She leaned back as far as the steering wheel allowed, arching against his warm tongue. Her hands slid down his back, pulling him hard into her body. Hips still spiraling, her breathing grew ragged with unstoppable moans.
Triaten pulled back from her body, looking at her beauty in the sliver of moonlight making it through the trees. He instantly regretted his mouth leaving her body, for in that moment he heard the dreaded word.
“Wait.”
Triaten tightened and held his breath, staring up into Shiv’s eyes. “What, love?”
“Before we do this. I have to make sure — it doesn’t mean a thing?” The words were breathless.
Triaten exhaled relief. “For me, no. You?”
The wicked smile reappeared. “No, not a thing.” Her hands went down to his jeans, unbuttoning and freeing Triaten. “Good. Let’s get you in me. Now.”
Shiv contorted and somehow made losing pants in the cramped jeep look graceful. Withi n seconds, she was back to straddling Triaten.
His fingers slipped up and down her long , naked back, as her hands clasped around his neck and she wedged her legs into place. Triaten didn’t let her fuss, and easily lifted her at the waist, then slid her down onto him, her hotness hungrily enveloping him.
“Oh, hell yea,” she whispered , and began thrusting, fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage.
Triaten wedged his feet for stability, answering each of her thrusts with hard voracity. Every plunge, she controlled him, until he met it and pushed her back to her limit. Forceful. Harsh. Both of them pushing the other to the limit.
Demand ing release, Shiv gyrated faster and faster as Triaten plunged deep into her, straining. Pitching, the thundering wave descended down her body until she pinnacled, tightening around him, and sending Triaten into his own shuddered release.
Spasms pulsating, she leaned back from Triaten, still entangled, and propped herself on the steering wheel, gasping for breath, eyes closed. Triaten’s right hand spread flat on her chest, still riding the waves, while his left hand wouldn’t free her backside, still pushing her solidly onto him as aftershocks reverberated through his body into her.
The solid fog on the glass blocked the moonlight, but Triaten could s till see the sheen on Shiv’s skin, pooling and rolling down her chest as the heaving slowed. He loved watching a woman in the aftershocks.
When Shiv finally opened her eye s to Triaten, they crinkled in
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