more. I push closer and he continues to suck on my lower lip and trace the lace of my bra.
“Please,” I manage in between kisses. Finally, he cups my breasts and gives them one delicious squeeze that makes me stop everything as I melt into his hands.
“Take it off,” he grumbles against my lips. Desire shoots through me and I obey, removing my bra and tossing it to the floor. He pushes me back against the hood of the car, and the chill in the night air makes my nipples harden. He leans over, taking one in his hot, wet mouth while pinching the other with his fingers, making me arch my back and press into him.
When he pulls away, it is only to relieve me of my pants, which he does with amazing speed, leaving me naked in front of him once again. “I have something special for you,” he says. As he reaches in his pocket, I already know what it is. After our last encounter, satisfying as it was, all I can think about is how big he is, and how much I want him inside me. He pulls out a package and rips it open. I squeal involuntarily as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, rolling on the condom.
I lay back as he grabs my hips, positioning me on the car, spreading my legs and lifting my feet up over his shoulders. I can’t wait for him to enter me. And he doesn’t make me wait, sliding in slowly. He’s so big he fills me up, but I want to feel him deeper. As if sensing my need, he grabs onto my thighs for leverage and thrusts deeper, pumping again and again, then picks up speed, bringing me almost to the edge before he pulls out.
“Don’t come yet,” he orders.
Does he know how hot it is that he told me not to come? Now I try to hold back as he thrusts into me again, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I’m reaching above my head trying to find anything to hold onto because I am going to lose it.
“Not yet,” he says, and then to taunt me he slows down again, and then stops.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please.”
“I wanted to try something,” he says.
I should be nervous, but this is the kind of thing I love to hear in the bedroom. Or in some stranger’s garage at three a.m. Wherever.
“What do you want?” I ask.
Instead of telling me, he pulls out, easing me off the car and turning me around, then bending me over the hood of the car. Oh . I’ve had it from behind before, but never while on my feet. This could be really good.
He spreads my legs open and places one hand on the small of my back, easing his way in. Grabbing my hips, he pushes forward slowly, sliding in and out.
As he gradually picks up speed, I brace myself against the hood of the car to meet his thrusts with my own. He reaches down with one hand and cups both of my breasts together, letting them bounce in his hands as we thrust. I don’t think I can hold on much longer, and am wondering if he’s okay with me coming soon when he reaches his other hand down between my legs, massaging my clit with his fingers. He thrusts even harder, ‘til I can’t take it anymore. I come, crying out as the spasms take over my body. At that moment he lifts me up, pulling my body back into his. I can tell by the way his body jerks that he’s coming, too.
Chapter Twelve
Riding on the back of Geoffrey’s motorcycle with my arms around his waist should feel intimate, especially considering what we’ve been through in the past few days. But it isn’t like that. In fact, I’ve never felt so distant from someone I held so close.
Being with him in the garage back there felt so good, and so gratifying. But it didn’t feel right .
In training, they told us to trust our instincts when reading people. My gut told me he wanted something more than a one-night stand, but we both wanted to be close so badly that he was willing to lie, and I was willing to let him.
Now something is definitely off between us. One-night stands are my normal. Never get too close, never let them get too close. Love ‘em and leave ‘em. That’s the way
“Please,” I manage in between kisses. Finally, he cups my breasts and gives them one delicious squeeze that makes me stop everything as I melt into his hands.
“Take it off,” he grumbles against my lips. Desire shoots through me and I obey, removing my bra and tossing it to the floor. He pushes me back against the hood of the car, and the chill in the night air makes my nipples harden. He leans over, taking one in his hot, wet mouth while pinching the other with his fingers, making me arch my back and press into him.
When he pulls away, it is only to relieve me of my pants, which he does with amazing speed, leaving me naked in front of him once again. “I have something special for you,” he says. As he reaches in his pocket, I already know what it is. After our last encounter, satisfying as it was, all I can think about is how big he is, and how much I want him inside me. He pulls out a package and rips it open. I squeal involuntarily as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, rolling on the condom.
I lay back as he grabs my hips, positioning me on the car, spreading my legs and lifting my feet up over his shoulders. I can’t wait for him to enter me. And he doesn’t make me wait, sliding in slowly. He’s so big he fills me up, but I want to feel him deeper. As if sensing my need, he grabs onto my thighs for leverage and thrusts deeper, pumping again and again, then picks up speed, bringing me almost to the edge before he pulls out.
“Don’t come yet,” he orders.
Does he know how hot it is that he told me not to come? Now I try to hold back as he thrusts into me again, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I’m reaching above my head trying to find anything to hold onto because I am going to lose it.
“Not yet,” he says, and then to taunt me he slows down again, and then stops.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please.”
“I wanted to try something,” he says.
I should be nervous, but this is the kind of thing I love to hear in the bedroom. Or in some stranger’s garage at three a.m. Wherever.
“What do you want?” I ask.
Instead of telling me, he pulls out, easing me off the car and turning me around, then bending me over the hood of the car. Oh . I’ve had it from behind before, but never while on my feet. This could be really good.
He spreads my legs open and places one hand on the small of my back, easing his way in. Grabbing my hips, he pushes forward slowly, sliding in and out.
As he gradually picks up speed, I brace myself against the hood of the car to meet his thrusts with my own. He reaches down with one hand and cups both of my breasts together, letting them bounce in his hands as we thrust. I don’t think I can hold on much longer, and am wondering if he’s okay with me coming soon when he reaches his other hand down between my legs, massaging my clit with his fingers. He thrusts even harder, ‘til I can’t take it anymore. I come, crying out as the spasms take over my body. At that moment he lifts me up, pulling my body back into his. I can tell by the way his body jerks that he’s coming, too.
Chapter Twelve
Riding on the back of Geoffrey’s motorcycle with my arms around his waist should feel intimate, especially considering what we’ve been through in the past few days. But it isn’t like that. In fact, I’ve never felt so distant from someone I held so close.
Being with him in the garage back there felt so good, and so gratifying. But it didn’t feel right .
In training, they told us to trust our instincts when reading people. My gut told me he wanted something more than a one-night stand, but we both wanted to be close so badly that he was willing to lie, and I was willing to let him.
Now something is definitely off between us. One-night stands are my normal. Never get too close, never let them get too close. Love ‘em and leave ‘em. That’s the way
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