No, you look really great.” I don’t know if she believed me, but her continued blush suggested that maybe, just maybe she did. Instead of immediately leaving my truck she waited, deep in thought, continuing to stare out the windshield. I sat and thought for a second, lightly rubbing the spot she’d kissed and realized that maybe she was thanking me for more than the ride. I could see from her expression it was a hard fight, like she wanted to believe me but just couldn’t muster sufficient credence to accept it. I was vaguely conscious of her body shifting again, of it twisting slightly so that she cast one of her legs over mine, her thigh beginning to touch, no – to press against my erection. I wonder what it will be like to feel you cum inside me, to feel all that sperm hitting me, soaking me?”
All of a sudden one of her words stood out as if it had been shouted; “will”.
