“There’s something you have to know,” Rand husks against my lips.

His hot breath fills my mouth and I swallow it hungrily, wanting every part of him including the air he inhales.

“Before -” his voice croaks so he has to turn away to clear his throat.

“What, do you have a disease?” I ask, trying not to pout at the interruption.

My voice comes in breathy pants and I have to resist the urge to drag him back onto me, to climb up his solid body again. I’m so hungry for Rand, my hands are inching his tee out of his waistband. I feel the huge bulge pressing at his jeans just beneath my fingertips.

“Hell no. I’m probably the cleanest man in town,” he laughs with irony. “You ever see me out with fast women?”

“Not until now,” I come right back and tug at the end of his belt buckle.

I love how I’m suddenly a little wanton, demanding what I want from him. It’s empowering and addictive. This is what he does to me.

I yank down his zipper and his enormous shaft springs out, hard and throbbing. God, it’s gorgeous.

“Babe,” he groans as I free his commando and wrap my hands around the prodigious girth with reverence.

It’s incredible, so big and stiff, all velvety around the throbbing vein. I slide along the rock solid length in my palm. I can hardly clasp the entire width in one hand so I wrap my other around and glide up and down the shaft from balls to lush head.

Rand grabs at air, heaving for breath in his lungs.

“You should know,” he rasps.

Why is he still talking?

His hands are on my hips like he wants to stop this and press me away. But he just can’t. Lust has overtaken both of us, we’re on a speeding train of hungry desire and I am ready to eat greedily all over again.

“I don't want to know,” I murmur, between gulps.

It’s ridiculously hard to take a full breath. It’s been like that all evening, just looking at Rand across the table from me. His gorgeous warm eyes making me feel adored, that sensuous mouth every time he licked some sauce from his lip. His wide shoulders and swollen chest muscles pressing at his tee.

Now it’s like being at the top of a mountain without oxygen. I made my decision as I got to know him over a four course dinner prepared especially for us by the nonna who obviously had a thing for Rand like all the women do. Even the waitress, younger than me, was trying not to ogle him but he didn’t notice. He never took his eyes off me the entire meal.

I knew I would have Rand Aikins inside me tonight or die trying.

“I mean I do,” I gasp. “I want to know every single detail of you. But not now,” I add as I speed up my stroke on his amazing thick pole. “Right now I just want you, Rand. I need you. Please. Don’t make me beg so hard.”

I try to climb into the cab but Rand has other ideas. He picks me up from the running board and carries me to the back. My arms and legs tightly wrapping him, he holds me in one arm like I’m weightless as he flips down the tailgate and then lets out a deep groan.

“I don’t have anything for you to lie on,” he rasps. “Your white dress, your bare back. It’ll be too hard for you lying on the metal bed.”

So sweet – even now he’s thinking of my comfort. My clothing. When all that’s on my mind is having his impressive width parting my folds and sliding deep into me. I haven’t ever known a guy who thinks much about anything but himself.

“I thought I might lie on top of you,” I whisper. “Or are you too hard as well?”

He rewards me with a filthy appreciative grin. I’m loving how feisty I can be with Rand. He doesn’t need to have his ego boosted to be made to feel like a man. He’s pure masculinity and even with the toughest woman I doubt that would change. I could be a real partner to a man like this. Two people bringing each other up and making each other stronger. I’m not thinking about any of that right now.

It's just a flitter of thought in my head as I reach behind me for the button at my waistband that holds the cross straps. But he beats me to it, pushing his hard fingers under mine he grapples for the small disc and pulls it undone. Flutters of anticipation, thrills of eagerness, lift off in my chest. I feel my nipples harden and push through the fabric.

I’m glad I decided not to wear a bra. The pressure of desire builds up in my unrestrained breasts. My flesh expands and tingles with desperate desire to be squeezed and mangled in Rand’s fists.

With my legs wrapped around his pelvis, ankles crossed behind him, I pump my hips slowly so my spread pussy slides up and down the underside of him. My slickness coats him and he lets out a low raw sound. His eyes roll up into his head like the sensation is too much, it’s blown his mind. I’m blowing his mind. Every response from Rand builds my confidence. And makes me wetter.

I yank his tee shirt up higher over his abs and haul a sigh as the perfect carved ridges are exposed to me. I could look at him all night and one day I will but now I’m a crazy thing.

His hand slides up my rib-cage and catches the underside of my breast. He makes another low feral sound as he discovers it bare under the thin white cotton. Although he can hardly have failed to notice my nipples pushing through the fabric while we ate. I arch my back and clench as he pinches the tip and pulls it out from my enlivened flesh.

“Feels so good,” I whimper, dropping my head back.

With my limbs wrapping his solid body, he turns to sit on the lowered apron. I’m completely wowed by the strength in his arms and the way the taut baubles of his biceps harden erect as he lifts both of us to shunt back along the flatbed. The instant he sets us down on the metal, he reaches to pull down the skinny straps of my dress so my tits bob free. The night air makes my nipples push out even harder and he takes each in his thumbs and fingers to roll them around so shards and flickers of light fill my body.

“I’m so ready,” I whimper.

His huge hand on my thigh, the other tugging out my nipple, are each sending me wild with need. Electric pulsations keep running down my legs and up into my core, hungry for more of him. I need all of him, spreading me apart and crushing me under him. Except I’m on top. I get to set the pace.

“Are you sure, Caila?”

“Never more sure of anything,” I whisper.

Rand immediately dives into the bared flesh, sucking along the side of my neck and around my lobe. I shiver under his hands as he bites and nips all the way down to my breast, no slobbering from this expert kisser.

“I only want to make you feel good,” he grits into my flesh before mangling it in his hand and pushing it deeper into his mouth.

I slam my hands down on his broad shoulders, bent forward to lean down on me. I need more. I need him everywhere.

“More, now,” I moan, gasping out the words

So good. So so good.

Those same words run through my head over and over like a mantra as I stroke and grip. I need to touch him everywhere at once without losing my mind at the pleasure flooding through me. It stretches my skin lining, forcing its way out in an explosion of release. It won’t be long. A climax is swirling through my core like a whirlpool gathering and pulling down to the depths.

“Rand,” I moan, my breath coming faster and more ragged.

He squeezes my breasts like putty and tugs out the nipples harder, on the edge of pain which is soooo delicious.

My eyelids flutter open and find him watching me. His eyes are taking in my undoing, the pain of my pleasure increasing with every second, before flitting down to my full breasts squashed in his fists, my huge pellet nipples responding eagerly to his corkscrewing.

I’m on top, straddling his pelvis so his cock lies between my folds through the drenched fabric of my underwear. But Rand is controlling me completely from his prone position beneath me. He uses my body like a tool from his work bench and I love it.

Some mewling noises escape my lips and my panties drench again. I need to give him some of what he’s drawing from me. I need to show him I’m an equal lover in this. I reach under the skirt of my dress, hook my fingers into the side of my soaked panties and pull them swiftly to one side. Rand’s eyes are fixed on my movement, half lidded with hunger as his cock length settles between my dripping folds.

“Oh yeah, Baby, show me.” he grits. “Let me look at you. Show me your beautiful pussy.”