The Stars

The drive was torture. She couldn't keep her hands to herself, it had been too long. She sat close to him, thighs touching, hand on his arm as he drove. He had promised stars and plenty of time to enjoy each other.

As the truck came to a halt, she looked out over the city. It was a beautiful sight. The lights twinkled, the debris was hidden and the air was noticeably cooler. Finally, she smiled.

He held out his hand to her and helped her into the bed of the truck. They sat together, her head on his shoulder, looking up at the stars.

He brushed her hair away from her face, tilted her chin up and he kissed her, a slow soul searching kiss. Touching his face, watching his eyes, she moved to straddle his lap. His hands traveled from her neck down to her lower back, pulling her close.

As the crickets sang loudly in the nearby bushes, clothes were slowly removed, finger tips trailed over soft skin. Soon there was nothing in between them, skin to skin, mouth to tongue.

As he guided himself deep inside of her, she leaned backwards, her eyes closing, hands on his knees. Her breasts just a silhouette against the moon. A moan loud enough to drown out the crickets escaped her lips.