Fingers

Josh pulled out and pushed himself back into me, and I closed my eyes and threw my head back, letting out a loud moan that I couldn't have held in if I had to. He started to pick up the pace, and I pushed back against him, the sound of our skin slapping against each other bouncing off of the truck bed and into the night. He was grunting as he thrust into me, and I felt myself start to tighten again. His fingers were digging into my hips as I came on him, and his thrusts slowed to a deep and slow rhythm as he groaned and folded over on top of me.

I had to lower myself to my elbows with his weight on me, but I never wanted him to move. I wanted him inside me always so I could feel full and satisfied forever. We were both breathing hard again, and he shifted his weight and put one hand down on the truck bed, lessening the weight on my back. "Why," he started, and had to clear his throat, "Why have we never done this before?"

Josh eased himself up and slowly pulled himself out of me, making me feel empty and leaving a hot trail of our mingled juices running down my inner thigh. I straightened my legs and let my hips fall to the truck bed, thankful for it's coolness. I just laid there, and then suddenly I started laughing. I couldn't stop. I peeked over my shoulder and then Josh started to laugh, too. "I don't know," I said, while still laughing.

I rolled over onto my back, my sweatpants and underwear still tight against my calves. The laughter died down, and I bunched some of the blanket behind my head and looked at Josh. "When can we do it again?"

Josh smiled at me and started to crawl over on top of me, bringing up a whole new batch of giggles from me until his mouth on mine silenced them.