“I feel so cozy I could fall asleep right here, right now.”

she nuzzled her face into his neck, bringing her hands up to her chest as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. her hair smelled like warm sunshine and nothing-fancy shampoo. comfort, it smelled like comfort. they were still connected, in that intimate way that lingers for a few moments before he would grow soft.

“you smell like home,” he said.

“my heart flutters when you tell me things like that.”

“i know. i love how that happens. i love making you zoom.”

she buried herself a little more. he could feel her trying to wrap herself in his soul, and it felt magical. he was holding her tightly in his arms, reaching fully around her. she let out a soft moan before saying “you give the best hugs.”

a soft, warm breeze drifted through the open door of the truck, over their naked bodies, before carrying their musky scent out through the opposite window. they could hear the rustling of leaves; the soft chirp of crickets; the occasional crack of an old branch snapping under the stress of its own, tired weight.

“i love how you can reach every part of me.”

she was still buzzing from the orgasm she’d had a few moments before, remembering how he’d told her he was going to cum, and how instead of pulling away, she rode him harder, telling him “don’t stop! i’m going to cum!” it surprised him slightly, in a way that made him go silent for a moment, before it registered that she wanted him to explode inside her. he was remembering that moment, still connected to her, still breathing in that heavy, post-sex way. their bodies and souls seemed to be speaking their own language, communicating via pheromone and silent energy.

“i fucking love you,” he muttered quietly, but with some force, into her ear. he followed with a deep breath in through his nose. “and i fucking love the way you smell.”

she simply moaned, and he could hear the smile she formed with her perfect mouth.

that moan, the image of her lips, seemed to stir something inside him. he noticed for the first time consciously that he was actually still inside her, somewhat firm. the thought gave him pause, but it was followed by that goosebump sensation that made his balls tingle with anticipation. he could feel a bit of blood rush down and fill him just a bit. it was enough that she noticed it. he felt her squeeze gently, her plump, wet labia wrapped around him.

he had been holding her, arms wrapped fully around her, his hands gently gripping the tops of her arms. now, one hand drifted up and over, under her soft, flowing hair, until it found purchase at the nape of her neck. he gently gripped her, feeling the muscles in her neck where they meet her shoulders and back. his other hand drifted toward her spine, fingers splayed out to cover as much skin as possible. he pressed his fingertips into her warm skin as he followed the subtle vertebrae like a trail leading to those little dimples he loved so much.

“i love how you didn’t know you had dimples until i pointed them out. they’re so sexy.”

she let out a subtle giggle. it was all she could muster over the warm glow that was taking over her body. she had felt his dick pulse ever so slightly a moment before. she truly was dozy, she always got that way after an explosive orgasm. she was basking in the knowledge that right now, he was holding her tightly, like he wanted more of her, even after having filled her with his cum. it wasn’t something she did with all of her lovers. but with him she felt something more. a connection that seemed to go further than was physically possible. when he’d said he was going to cum, it gave her entire body a rush, and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to feel him explode inside her. now she was coming up from that warm bath, noticing that he hadn’t gone soft, instead he was getting harder inside her while his hands were exploring her body.

the way he traced her spine downward did something to her. she loved how he knew her body in ways that surprised even her. he lingered on her dimples (how is it that backs have dimples, and why does he love them so much, she thought). his fingers traced little circles around them, in what felt like a figure-eight. infinity. she remembered how he’d told her he would love her for infinity squared, how he’d been able to write it in a message. she smiled, realizing he could simply use that expression to tell her he loved her. an inside….love note. not a joke.

she tensed as she felt his finger dip slightly into the top of the crevasse where he ass cheeks met, inches below her dimples. it wasn’t tension in the way one might feel from fear. no, it was her body telling her it wanted more.

he paused for a moment as he felt her back tighten. he had been writing love notes on her back; secret messages only she would ever know, her soul the only decryption machine capable of understanding. he wanted to make sure she knew he didn’t want her only for her body before he explored more. he loved the way every inch of her felt, even to his fingers. they were their own erogenous zones, translating their findings and sending them back to the greatest of his sex organs, his brain. so he had skipped over completing another infinity to venture further. he didn’t believe in god, but thought there had to be more than evolutionary coincidence that made him desire the nooks and crannies of her body. his finger nestled into her ass crack. he loved how it seems to be a perfect fit. yet he felt her ever so slightly shudder at that moment.

she shifted her body now, becoming aware that she’d had her fists crossed and tucked up under her chin, her forearms pressed against her breasts. but she wasn’t dozy anymore. the tension she’d felt was her body becoming alert all at once. as she released that tension, she felt the blood rush instantly into every part of herself, but especially her clit. she uncrossed her arms and rotated her hands, opening her fists to splay her fingers across his hairy chest. she loved the texture. he was certainly hairy but she loved how he wasn’t shy about his body, or sharing it with her. she pressed against him, using his chest as leverage to drive her pubic bone down. she arched her back at the same time, in a motion that tugged at her hood while moving her ass back and up, as if to say “please continue.”

his pause lasted only a moment as he felt her body change its pose, almost like a model might shift after remaining in one position for too long. he thought he could feel her clit get harder at the same time he himself felt engorged. but it was the way her ass seemed to grow as she changed her shape that really excited him. she wasn’t shying away…she seemed to want more. she was writhing ever so slightly on him, her face was still buried in his neck, but she’d begun to grasp at his chest. he liked that.

“i love the way your body feels, the way you are feeling mine,” he moaned.

“i want you to explore me,” she replied.

his hand had released it’s light grip from around her neck and shoulders and quickly followed her side down to her hips. she loved feeling his big hands on her ribs and soft skin. he loved how her curves felt. he loved that she had a softer body, though certainly more firm than his own. his hand spread itself over her ass cheek and gave a strong squeeze. at the same time his other hand was tugging at that space above her asshole where her cheeks met. he knew he’d never be able to explain why this (and so many others) part of her body was exciting, but he also knew she didn’t care. she just loved that he wanted her.

she loved how his hands were taking hold of her ass. there was something exciting about it, knowing that he wasn’t afraid of her most intimate parts, knowing that he truly wanted every inch of her. she let out a soft gasp as he spread her cheeks. it was the combination of feeling herself exposed, along with a few of his fingers tugging very closely near her asshole and lips. there was a simultaneous coolness as the summer air, warm as it was, kissed her hot sex, and a fire she felt from his fingers letting her know where they were heading.

“you can explore every inch of me,” she said.

her words, her gasp, her body pressing into his all told him what he already knew. theirs was the best lovemaking. theirs was more than just fucking, it was once-in-a-lifetime. infinity squared.

he had felt the air brush across the backs of his fingers as he’d spread her apart. it was those subtle sensations that added so much to their love. it was those subtle sensations that filled him with the feelings that can’t ever be explained, only shared with another who knows them. he reached a little further, finding the place where her lips were wrapped around his dick, where their bodies were connected in a wet sea of their combined fluids. he loved that place. something about feeling his balls, his slick shaft, and then her pussy…he’d always loved it. he ran his fingers over them, pushing slightly into the tight space, trying to fill her pussy even more. he loved that she wanted to feel full. he brought us hand up to his face.

“i love the way we taste together. you’re so wet.”

she pulled herself away from his neck for the first time. he knew she would, so he waited until she could see him, waited for her eyes to adjust to the summer light. she let out a moan as she felt her clit grow hard, watching as he sucked on his glistening fingers.

“you’re dripping. i love it.”

“i’m full of your cum.”

“i know. would you like a taste? i’ll share if you ask nicely,” he teased, as he reached back down and played more with her lips.

“please.”

he brought his sticky fingers up to her face. her mouth was open, and he ran his fingertips along her lips. he looked into her eyes and saw that she was staring right back at him. it was a stare that seemed to say “i’ll take what i want.” it was a stare that turned him on immensely, and he squeezed more blood into his dick as if to respond “i know what you want.” she opened her mouth a little more and stuck out her tongue. it felt so good to him. he loved the sensation of being inside her in more than one way. she wrapped her mouth around and sucked and licked.

“i love that you’re not afraid to taste your own cum,” she said. “i love the way you taste. i love your cum in my mouth. i love swallowing you.”

“i’m not afraid with you,” he replied.

he let her suck for a moment more, before reaching back down. his fingers wanted more. they wanted to explore her and they weren’t finished.

she felt him spreading her open again. by now she was writhing with more force, rubbing her clit against his body. she wasn’t afraid to cum too soon since they’d both already. she also knew she never had to hide from him. their honesty was an intense part of their story. she wasn’t afraid to let him open her up, emotionally or physically. clearly he wasn’t afraid, either. his hands felt like they were covered in their fluids. they moved smoothly over her ass, and she felt him starting to be more aggressive as they had a harder time finding a grip. both hands were toying with her lips, and she loved the sensation. she felt him trying to work them in, to fill every space remaining, no matter how small or how tight.

she moaned with more breath, and more depth. it came from deep within, almost a growl, as if to say “more. i want more.”

to be continued….