Ride Free by Debra Kayn

move jiggled the material.
    Sarah pushed at Reefer’s chest. “Clothes…off…now!”
    Reefer jumped off the bed and struggled with his laced-up boots, and Sarah escaped the confines of her clothes before he finished. He gazed over at her, groaned, and hurried to step out of his pants. He didn’t bother with removing his jacket and shirt but gathered her up in his arms and lay back on the bed.
    The colder temperature of the material against her breasts excited her, and she squirmed against him. His head lowered to take her breast into his mouth. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming.
    Her legs wrapped around his hips. She moaned. The need to have him right now hit her insides, and she clawed at the back of his jacket.
    “Hang on, Kitten.” Reefer scrambled out of the bed to his bag, pulled out a condom, and hurriedly put it on.
    She lay open, ready, her skin heated from his attention. He hovered over her and swept his tongue across her lower lip, retreating a fraction of an inch so his breath drifted over her. She licked her lips and tasted him.
    Reefer groaned and settled between her legs, aligning her feminine curves to his harder body. He dragged his mouth up the firm line of her jaw, and she mewed. The heat inside her body quickly built, and she squirmed underneath him, unable to hold still.
    She trembled as he tickled the inside of her ear with his tongue. “Oh, God.”
    He traced the pulse pumping in her throat, over the swell of her breasts, past the tips of her hardened nipples with his tongue, and his hand slid over her moistness. She dug her fingers into his biceps. “Now, Reefer. I need you now.”
    She reached between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around his hardness, and guided him inside of her. Her control slipped away. She craved everything he had, and wanted to experience it all.
    He thrust, plunged, and caressed her insides while stroking the very core of her womanhood. Pumping her hips, she ground herself against him. He brushed the hair on her forehead back and gazed down at her. The half smile she associated with him showed, and he picked up the motion to match what she asked for. Her legs tightened around him, and she lost her breath with each thrust.
    She arched and moaned loudly. Her body twitched. Her pelvis bumped against his. A shudder wracked her system.
    Her orgasm hit.
    She let out the scream and announced exactly what sort of activity was going on in motel room 8B. She rolled her head back and forth against the mattress, her body quivering with release.
    Reefer held still. Her body pulsed around his hardness as she floated down from her climax. Pleasure flooded her body.
    Sweat dotted his forehead and he trembled atop her. She held him to her, loving the way they’d ignited. It was just like she thought it would be.
    Reefer braced himself above her. She tittered against his shoulder. “Do you think anyone heard us?”
    He rolled to the side and grinned. “Oh yeah. They heard you.”
    “Me?”
    “You’re the one who screamed.” His shoulders shook with laughter. She giggled.
    The belly laughter died down, and Sarah leaned over and propped her head up on her hand. “I’ve never heard you laugh so freely.”
    “It’s been a long time.” He smiled.
    If she didn’t already love him, this moment might have sealed the deal. He smiled with his front teeth showing, and her soul warmed. He’d given her something; she suspected he didn’t give many unguarded smiles away and it made her feel special.
    “You know, you screamed too.” She ran her hand down his chest. “I don’t know who was louder, me or you.”
    “You must have imagined that. I do not scream. Ever. Screaming is for girls, which you did rather well.” He gave her a quick kiss and hopped off the bed.
    “I wonder if it will always be like that.” She walked towards the bathroom, but stopped. “Oh jeez, how are we ever going to walk out the door? Everyone will know.”
    He pulled on his pants.