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and finally to the button on my pants, I knew I had to stop her. If I was lucky enough to have her, I needed it to be in my bed. Most of all, I wanted the chance to do this part all over again. I loved foreplay as much as sex. I always had. There was something about the adrenaline rush and seeing how long I could hold back before I finally gave in that matched no other feeling I’d ever had in my life.
    I grabbed hold of her face and kissed her slow and deep while she made quick work in releasing me from the pants that were nearly splitting a seam. Her little hand on my cock was enough to get me off in itself. My eyes tried to disappear into the back of my head, but I had to keep my composure. I had to muster up the strength to stop her. I’d never thought this would happen again.
    Fuck, I don’t want her to stop though.
    For a moment, I contemplated just taking her right here. The only problem was that I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be giving me a round two. I wanted to feel and taste so much of her, and there was no way to have her the way that I wanted to inside of that truck. If I could just get her to my house, I could guarantee round two and a very sated Truly.
    “Babe, wait,” I whispered against her lips.
    She didn’t stop at all. Instead, she unbuttoned her pants and began to wriggle out of them.
    “Truly…” I panted. I could barely form words. “Come home with me tonight. I want you in my bed where I can touch all of your body, where I can kiss you in all the places you want me to. Please…” I pleaded with her. I wanted her to have the same reaction she had with me years ago. I needed to be inside of her before the night was over.
    She dropped her foot to the floor before lifting herself, and she maneuvered one leg out of her jeans. As my hand glided over her silky skin, moving from her calf up to her hip and across her toned flat stomach, I quickly realized that I had zero control around this woman, which was a far cry from the way it used to be. I used to take control. I used to drag it out for hours by simply telling her to stop or wait. Tonight, she was calling the shots. I slid my fingers into her panties, but I didn’t dare touch her where she wanted it most, causing her to squirm impatiently.
    “Please, Tyler.” With her hands on my shoulders, she ground herself against my hand, begging for more.
    “Truly, look at me. Now.”
    She looked down at me and stopped moving. Her hair fell against my shoulders. She immediately followed my directions. I couldn’t help but smile as I took that minute to appreciate the familiar view—her beautiful face looking down at me with her rosy cheeks and her needy eyes, her chest heaving breathlessly. It was all for me.
    I slowly moved my fingers to where she wanted them. Looking into the most beautiful brown eyes, I said softly, “Don’t move.”
    When she began to rock her hips against my hand, I challenged her again. “Don’t move,” I repeated in a deeper voice.
    She stilled while I continued to rub through her slick folds.
    That’s my girl.
    “If you agree to come home with me, I’ll give you something to tide you over while we wait to get out of here.”
    She was panting, and when I applied a little pressure to her sensitive swollen clit, she gasped. It was the most beautiful sound.
    “I want to have you in my bed. I need to taste you.”
    Pulling her panties down with my free hand, I slid two fingers from her clit to her dripping pussy. Never taking my eyes off of hers, I sank them deep inside. She licked and then bit her bottom lip as she bucked against my hand, begging for friction. Her breathing was fast and shallow.
    I loved seeing her in that state again—flawless and greedy. I worked my fingers in and out of her until she was near her release. While she watched me, I pulled my wet fingers out of her and placed them in my mouth, sucking her sweet juices off like it was my last meal.
    “Fuck, you taste so good. I want more, Truly.”