Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 2) by Ariana Hawkes Page B

to ache, impatient for his touch. She willed him to move higher. The cars started moving again. He took his time, running his fingers lazily from one thigh to the other. Heat started to blossom all over her body. Her nipples hardened, and she looked down and saw them pressing against the flimsy material of her dress, unconstrained by a bra. As arousal tingled all over her skin, she became a little light-headed. A dampness began to grow between her legs, and she was torn between pressing them together and allowing them to fall a little wider apart. The Wolf made the decision for her, finally moving all the way up to the top of her thighs and pressing his fingers against her crotch. A small moan escaped her lips, and she felt herself instantly getting wetter. He began to caress her, gently, unhurriedly. Her head fell back against the headrest and she surrendered herself to the sensation. It felt incredible being touched like this, while speeding along in The Wolf’s slinky car, no-one they passed having any idea what was going on.
    But she needed more; she needed him inside her. The deep ache was becoming unbearable. Eventually, he slid one of his long fingers all the way in. Isabel moaned again. Desire made her so sensitive it almost hurt. Until this point, Peter had been acting as if he wasn’t doing anything to her, he was just driving his car and had no idea his hand had fallen between a girl’s thighs. Now he glanced at her, a predatory smile playing on his lips. One finger became two, barely moving inside her, just enough to drive her crazy. She was so distracted that she hadn’t noticed they’d turned onto the Black Peak road, and they were now driving very fast on the empty highway. Before long, Peter brought the car almost to a stop again, as he’d done last time, and pulled a sharp turn left. The track into the forest was no more obvious in the daylight, and there was no way she would’ve found it if she was by herself. As the path became bumpy, Peter withdrew his hand from her in favor of steering the car. Isabel pressed her legs together, trying not to vocalize her disappointment. The rest of the journey couldn’t be over soon enough. The car hurtled along once more, narrowly avoiding plunging into trees and thickets, before coming to a halt in a dense patch of foliage. Isabel opened the door and climbed out immediately. She was certain her wetness had left a mark on her dress, but there was no-one around to see.
    The Wolf climbed out too and bounded to her side of the car. Immediately, his mouth was on hers as he backed her against the car with his body. His huge hands encircled her waist, then went up to cup her breasts, and she let out a sigh.
    “I’ve wanted you so much,” he whispered in her ear.
    “Me too,” Isabel replied, lost for anything more eloquent to say. He lifted her up, and hoisted her onto the hood of the car, pushing himself between her legs. As her thighs slackened, he pressed against her, his hardness obvious beneath the fabric of his jeans. This excited her more. She needed him inside her so badly; the urge was all-consuming. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to kiss her deeply, his long tongue flickering into her mouth and his hands crushing her breasts. Her dress had ridden up high, almost to her waist, and Peter ripped it off in a sudden movement.
    “It’s almost a shame to take it off,” he said. “So sweet and unrestricting.” He placed it carefully on the roof of the car. Isabel was happy to be naked. The strangeness of being stripped in a public place had lost its edge after last time, and she felt natural in the forest. It was also incredibly hot being naked on a car. It was actually something she’d fantasized about many times before, but not expected she’d ever get to try it. He pulled back from her and she propped herself on her hands as she watched him strip off his shirt and his jeans, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear once