Opposites Attract by Lacey Wolfe

let his thumb roll over her clit and then thrust two fingers into her opening.
    She laid her head back and let out moans of delight. Her breathing was quick. His parking lot was ahead and he knew the bumps of the unpaved road just might bring her over the edge. Thrusting in and out of her faster, he managed to make the left turn with one hand on the wheel and then with a thud, the truck jerked as he slowly crawled down the gravel road.
    “Oh God,” she called out.
    “Come for me.”
    He pressed her clit a little more and she cried out. Her hips grinded into his hand. He did the best he could to get the truck up to his house. He needed to get inside of her.
    Once she finished riding out her climax, he removed his hand and gazed at her. She stared back with nothing but pure passion in her eyes.
    “Are we alone now?” she asked.
    He nodded.
    Her hands began to fumble with his pants.
    “Wait, let’s get inside.”
    “No, I want you in my mouth, right here. Just like old times.” She winked.
    Lifting up, he let her wiggle his pants down. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him up and down in a slow rhythm. “You’re bigger than I remember.” She licked her lips. “I bet you taste better than my memory reminds me.”
    It was torture. He couldn’t wait to feel her warm mouth on him. “Please, take me. I can’t hold out much longer.”
    She smiled. “Impatient. Trust me, I can’t wait to run my tongue up and down your long length and swirl my tongue around the tip and taste that first drip of cum.”
    She was trying to kill him. He had no doubt. He was going to explode just listening to her talk.
    “How badly do you want me to suck?”
    “Bad.” He was so close to the edge he could barely think or form a sentence.
    “Good, ’cause I don’t think I could hold off putting you in my mouth much longer.”
    Francesca leaned over from the middle seat, and with her hand, guided his dick into her mouth. Randy groaned immediately. She sucked in the tip and let it pop out of her mouth, rubbing it along her lips, before taking it in again and letting her lips travel down his base as far as she could. Her soft tongue then slide up and down the backside of his shaft.
    She brought her mouth back up his shaft and licked the head thoroughly before taking him farther into her mouth. This time he could feel the back of her throat. She moaned in pleasure. He gripped her head and steadied her in place.
    “I’m going to come. If you don’t want it in your mouth, you better pull away now.”
    She didn’t. She made sounds of pleasure as she began to move up and down his shaft in a faster rhythm. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He lifted his hips up and felt his seed release. Francesca moaned in delight, and he could feel her swallow each burst that shot out. He rested his head on the head rest and did his best to catch his breath.
    She sat up, wiped her mouth, and then reached for his keys, turning the truck off. “We’re not done.”
    “No, we aren’t.”
    * * * *
    Francesca stood in Randy’s living room as he went to get them some water. She looked around, feeling once again as though she was just where she was supposed to be. This house was one she could envision herself in. She could already see the place decorated for Christmas. Their stockings on the fireplace. Maybe she was getting a bit ahead of herself, but this time she knew it would work out.
    Randy came around the corner and handed her a bottle. He’d already opened it for her. She took a long sip and then set the bottle down on a nearby table.
    “I want to make one thing clear,” she said. “This isn’t a game. If we’re going to do this, then we’re doing it. Got it?”
    “Honey, I’ve tried my hardest to get you out of my system, but I couldn’t do it. This is happening. And everything that comes with it.”
    “Everything?”
    He nodded. She didn’t say anything. Surely they weren’t talk about the same thing.
    Randy took her hand.