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“Yeah. I think so.” She turned and checked the glove box, the cutest, shyest smile on her beautiful lips.
Camdyn grabbed a condom, I got inside the truck and closed the door while she sat in the middle and I pulled down my baseball pants, tossing my cup aside. Not easy in the truck, but Camdyn did the same, stripping down to nothing.
I still had my T-shirt on when Camdyn shook her head and scooted closer to me. “Take off the shirt too.” Taking my hat, she put it on backward. “If I’m naked, so are you.”
I did as she said, stunned by how fucking sexy she looked wearing my hat and nothing else. “That’s so hot.” I pulled her forward so her bare chest pressed against mine. “You’re so sexy and beautiful.”
Camdyn took my face between her palms, tilted my head up and kissed me. “Not as pretty as you.”
Refusing to tear my lips from hers, we were almost at the point where I was going to put the condom on and realized we could barely move in the front seat. I glanced at the backseat. “Maybe we should go back there?”
She smiled, her cheeks flushed as she nodded. “Oh yeah… more room.”
So we climbed over the seat into the back where, thank God, the tint on the windows was darker. We sat next to each other, not saying anything. I still had the condom in my hand and looked at it, then Camdyn. Waiting. I knew what came next but I wasn’t sure what to do, if that made sense. Do I just… stick it in? Should I say something?
“Put it on before I chicken out.”
I laughed and relaxed against the seat. “We don’t have to, you know.”
She shook her head, eyes shadowed by my hat. “I know. I want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I stared at her. There was no hesitation in her answer. None. She wanted this as much as I did. My eyes dropped to her chest—her breathing slow and steady. I don’t know why, but it was like I was looking for any sign she didn’t want this.
Straddling me on the seat, she raised up and grasped me with her hand. Neither of us said anything when she eased down on me. I don’t think I could have even if I tried. I was breathing too damn hard.
She stopped, laughed and hid her face in her hands. “I’m scared.”
“We don’t have to,” I quickly added, trying to give her an out.
“Maybe if you were on top.”
“Okay.” My voice was rough, trying to control my breathing.
My entire body shook as I lined up with her, the head of my dick at her entrance. Were we really about to have sex?
She was so tight it felt like the condom was gonna break. I couldn’t form a thought. At least none that made sense. Other than this felt fucking amazing and she looked stunning in the streetlight glow, hair in her face. My hat fell off her and onto the floor with our clothes.
Her entire body was beneath me. “Are you okay?” I panted, worried she was hurting. “I uh?—”
“It hurts,” she winced, holding onto me tighter.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.” She shook her head, breathing faster. “Please don’t. Keep going.”
“Okay.”
Her legs widened and she drew in a couple deep breaths. “Don’t stop, okay? I want this.”
I swallowed over the lump in my throat. “Me too.”
Camdyn didn’t say anything else. At least I didn’t hear her over my own breathing and everything I felt.
“Thank God for the back seat,” I teased, trying not to finish too soon. I did not want this feeling to ever fucking end.