Lost in only the feeling of him, she reached down to touch herself. Her body thrummed with need. She was so close, lingering at the precipice and ready to tumble over. John paused his harsh thrusts, shifting to give her more room.

“You gonna come for me?” His voice was breathless and panting. As if he were unable to stop himself, his hips continued their slow rhythmic movement, his eyes rapt as he watched her.

“You feel so fucking good,” she panted. “I’m so close.”

John leaned down, kissing her, messy and wet. “Come on my cock, Anna. Let me feel you.”

Anna let the feeling overtake her. Her body exploded in white-hot pleasure. Not something she had to chase or steal, it just inhabited her, leaving her feeling whole and satiated.

John increased his pace, and she kissed him, just needing more, always more.

John thrust again and again, then came with a satisfied, stuttered moan. His body slumped on hers, a heavy, inelegant tangle so unlike him. It made her smile up into the darkness, even as her body still thrummed with pleasure.

He shifted off her, opening his eyes. He disposed of the condom and lay on his side, watching her silhouette in the darkness. He reached out to brush her hair from her face. His gaze followed her hand as she reached down to touch herself. There was something about being with him that left her so unselfconscious, so ready to chase after what she wanted.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He claimed her mouth in a kiss, one hand reaching out to tease her nipple. “You gonna come again?”

She nodded, unable to speak, selfishly chasing a second high after her first, but not missing the way his eyes lit up at the prospect of watching her. She bit her lip to hold back a moan.

He rubbed her lips with his thumb. “Come on, let me hear you.”

She moaned, lips parting. He continued to stroke her lip with his thumb.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to see your lips around my cock.”

Oh God, she couldn’t either, frankly. She was saved from having to come up with something equally wonderful to say when he pushed his fingers in her mouth, and she licked and sucked. Maybe it didn’t matter that she was terrible with words. Her second mind-blowing orgasm was answer enough.

She continued to lick at his fingers, chasing them as he removed them from her mouth. Then she rolled over on top of him. He had starfished himself out in the truck bed, and she rested her head on his chest.

They lay there together without talking. He brought up a hand to run it through her tangled hair. She marveled in the feeling of his chest falling and rising beneath her. She snuggled into him. The real world could wait.