I sputtered another laugh before she could finish.
“You know what! Get your ass in the truck, you drunk ass nerd!” She then turned to the driver. “Open the damn door!”
My time in my heels expired the moment I stepped up and into the truck. I stumbled in, still guffawing. My eyes were closed as I adjusted myself into my seat, straightening my itty-bitty dress. The cold leather was a shock to the back of my thighs. The door slammed shut and before the back of my head could hit the headrest behind me, two big hands pulled my head and I slammed against a pair of hot, moist and soft lips.
My eyes flew open and I saw Stenton’s sealed shut. Before I could emit a sigh of relief, his tongue swiped into my mouth in search of my own. I couldn’t believe I was tasting him again. It had been six months since we’d shared this level of intimacy. Before my mind could decide, my tongue responded to his. It was that instinctual for me. Visceral. The moment we collided, a moan escaped the back of my throat. His hands gripping the nape of my neck brought back warm memories of tender affection with him. Long breaths released from his nostrils caused a flash of gel to puddle in my panties. I couldn’t believe I was kissing Stenton again.
He managed to maneuver me so my back was against the door and swung my left leg over to lay against the back of the seat. His upper torso rested between my legs as his tongue swirled in my mouth, hungrily. My hands instinctively went to the back of his head and threaded through his soft curls.
Oh, how I’ve missed this…
Stenton pulled away, leaving me breathlessly panting for his return.
With his lips resting tantalizingly over mine, he murmured, “I’m so fucking proud of you…so happy. I couldn’t leave without congratulating you privately.”
I was speechless. Yet Stenton wasn’t the least bit slighted by my silence. He caressed the side of my face with his calloused fingers then took his tongue and traced my bottom lip. Air pushed from my belly into his face. His eyes fluttered and opened intoxicated. His tongue lashed through my mouth again and I tried pulling him deeper into me. I was so caught up by his kiss alone, hungry to connect with him even deeper, but knew we could not. We’d already crossed so many lines in that short time.
When I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist, I moaned, “Stent…”
“Shhhhh…” he cooed as he pulled my thong down, then off my left leg.
When my feminine musk hit my nostrils, I knew I was in trouble. I knew there was no way I could reverse the direction Stenton was navigating. My breasts felt heavy, the pads of my feet heated and my fingers tingled. When I felt his breath hit my sex with force, my head slammed against the window and the air drug from my lungs.
“Fuck, Ni?a, you smell amazing,” he murmured.
Then I felt that warm, slivery muscle hit my core. With one wide stroke, Stenton’s tongue swiped the entire opening of my labia. My body tensed. He zig-zagged with agility from the top of me to the bottom. When his stiff tongue breached my canal and began to dip in and out in quick succession, the air that pushed through my nostrils was so forceful it created sound.
“Oh, god,” I cried, because in that moment only one divinity could produce the pleasure rippling through my body with such intensity.