Adrian lifts me in the air, my legs instinctively wrapping around his bare waist, the sweat on his skin slick against my legs. My shorts rise up, bunching tightly against the ache between my legs. His touch makes my body feel so alive.
His large hands are carrying me, gripping my butt until my back hits the side of his truck, the warm metal frame pressing against me, making my back arch into Adrian’s chest. A carnal moan leaves his chest. His mouth is devouring mine, making me whimper. His tongue slips in, caressing against mine, then fervently massaging and tangling in a delicious battle of wills.
This is so much more than I have ever done before, but I’m not scared. Not in the least. Adrian makes me feel safe and secure. His arms are like a sanctuary, not a cage. Panic always hit m
