Breathe, breathe, fucking breathe!
Wheew, he's so close I almost forgot to breathe. He's all showered and clean and a faint smell of cologne fills the truck as he drives me home. The sun is going down and that gorgeous glow is covering everything. That glow that always makes me think of candlelight. In plain daylight, he was hot enough, now. .. . let's just say my lady bits are in more danger than ever of exploding. In my mind they're glowing red and there's a large danger sign flashing across my mound.
He was such a gentleman about the whole masturbating-in-his-bathroom thing. He pretended he didn't hear me and I didn't bring it up. Oh God, he must think I'm such a slut; he hasn't said two words to me since we got into the car. Wait, no, he did.
That counts right?
I guess the awkward silence got to him as he's turning on the radio now. Fuck! I don't even know what's playing, but he's humming and I didn't know humming could be so sexy. The sound revertebrates through him and I want to lean my head on his shoulder and feel his body vibrate. Then maybe slide my hand into his shirt, trace a path down to his abs, slide into the waist band of his pants and oh, CRAP, damn my wandering hands.
My left hand is suspended mid-air between us and he's looking at me with an eyebrow raised. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how do I explain this?
"Are you ok?" he asks.
Yay! That brings the tally up to five words he's said to me.
"Yeah, I . .. uh. .. I'm just. .. um. .. itchy," I stammer as I quickly raise my hand to the back of my neck and scratch vigorously. Oh shit, I scratched too hard, fucking ouch! That's going to burn in the shower tonight.
"Here we are," he says as he pulls up in front of my house.
When the hell did we get here?
"Thanks," I mumble as undo my seatbelt and try to open the door.
"Sorry, hang on a second, that door always sticks. I love this truck, but it's seen better days," he rambles on pleasantly as he slips out of his side and goes around to open the door for me.
He opens the door and I try to control myself... I really do, but he's so close.
So. Fucking. Close.
Before I know what I'm doing my lips are pressed against his and my arms are around his neck pulling him closer. Oh God, this feels good, it feels. . . right. My lips on his, nudging, carressing, tasting. My legs are wrapped around his waist. The truck seat makes me the perfect height to do this while I sit. I hear a short, muffled grunt escape him and it brings me back to my senses. Oh Shit!
"I'm so sorry," I say, totally horrified at my lack of self control.
Ooops, my legs are still wrapped around his waist. I slowly unwrap myself from around him and smooth down my skirt before he can notice my lack of panties.
He's standing in the door frame, between my knees, staring down at me in shock. I'm staring up at him, apologies pouring from my mouth, my face a shade of red so bright, I must look like I've been smacked. Suddenly my 'sorry' sticks in the back of my throat and my lady bits scream with happiness as he leans down and captures my lips with his, mashing his body against mine.
I'm in total and complete shock as he completely dominates my mouth with his own. His hands cup my face before quickly sliding down my back. Oh God, are those his fingers? Having my ass grabbed has never felt so good.
His fingers flex into my flesh through my skirt as he pulls me even closer. Is this happening? Is this really happening? Please tell me I didn't fall asleep on the way home and this is all a drea. .. HELLO, ok, that is definitely real.
His hardness is making a sizeable bulge in his jeans and I can't help but grind against it, seeking out that delicious friction. My legs are tight around his waist as I slide my arms around his torso. Noo, wait, why isn't he kissing me any. .. Ooooh, his lips drift down the side of my face and he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck.
I feel myself reclining as he slowly leans over me, lowering me down onto the seat, his mouth descending to my chest. Usually guys go straight for the nipples, but he goes to the groove between my breasts first and it feels amazing. He's practically kneading my ass with his fingers as he kisses his way back up to my neck and to my mouth.
His fingers leave my ass and I feel them sliding up my thighs to slip under my skirt. Shit! He's going to find out that I'm not wearing panti. .. wait, why the fuck am I worried about that now, it doesn't matter anymoooooooorh.
He just growled.
That is so fucking sexy! His fingers slip over my pussy lips. I think he's looking for panties to push aside or pull down. He lightly strokes me with his fingers as his lips make their way to the crook of my neck.
He slowly eases one finger into me, humming in appreciation as he finds me slick and ready for him. I arch up against him, unable to stop my hips from rocking into his hand as he adds another finger and begins to pump me. He doesn't start slow or work up a rhythm. He pumps me hard and fast and my hands fist in his shirt as my entire body tightens up. My mouth falls open and I know I'm about to scream.
My orgasm floods over me and just before I scream. His mouth is on mine, essentially swallowing my scream as his fingers keep up their pace. Even after I've soaked his fingers, he still pumps me. Oh God, oh God, oh God, I can feel it, I'm about to come again. I knew it. I fucking KNEW he could work magic with those porn-tastic hands.
"Look at me," he demands, in that commanding tone, his forehead pressing against mine as his fingers ravage me.
My eyes fly open and I see him, or rather his eyes. Those gorgeous eyes that seemed so playful earlier are now deep pools of lust as he stares down at me.
"I'm .. .. I'm . .. I' m about to. .. "
I try to tell him that I'm going to cum again, but the words don't make it out before my cry of pleasure. My orgasm floods my body and washes through my limbs, making my toes curl in delight. The urge to squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back is almost overwhelming, but he asked me to look at him and I'm not about to deny him.
"Fucking beautiful," he whispers, gently stroking the side of my face with one hand as he eases his fingers out of me.
I'm panting now, trying to catch my breath as waves of pleasure roll through me and slowly ebb away. I blush at his words as I smile up at him. He smiles back before kissing me.
I slide my fingers through his hair, enjoying the calm that washes over me after an orgasm, but I can feel his hardness pressed against my thigh. He's given me two orgasms and is still hard in his pants. It's time to even the score.
My fingers slip down his t-shirt clad body to find his belt buckle and just as I've got that undone, I hear the last thing that any girl wants to hear when she's about to unleash her inner nympho.
My elderly neighbour, Mrs Groseng is calling out to us asking if we've seen her dog. I feel him panic. His body stiffens, and not in the good way, as he quickly straightens up, banging his head on the roof of the truck in the process.
I sit up just as quickly, my fingers caught in the waist of his jeans. His hands are a flurry of movement as he helps me untangle my fingers as I smooth down my skirt and rebuckle his belt. Fast hands, as I so very well know.
"I'm sorry Mrs Groseng, we haven't seen Mr Paddington," I say as I smooth down my hair, silently rejoicing that her eyesight isn't what it used to be.
"Who's your new friend?" she asks me, squinting up at my mechanic from behind her over-sized glasses.
Yes, I fucking thought it again. MY mechanic. Dammit, thoughts like that could get me in trouble. Ah fuck it. I struggle to hide my grin as he tries to find a way to stand that won't make his erection obvious.
"My name's Edward ma'am," he says politely, carefully angling his hips away from her.
Oh my, sexy and polite, just how I like them. Mrs Groseng reaches out to shake his hand and Edward is about to shake her hand when I realise that was the same hand that was just between my legs. I fake a cough and he quickly catches himself.
"Sorry ma'am, I would shake your hand but mine's a little. .. it's a little. .. .. uh. .. "
He struggles to find a word as he pulls his hand back, shooting me a quick, panicked glance. Awww, it's so adorable, he doesn't want to use a word that will offend me since it's my juices covering his hand. Gone is the sex-god that was just demanding that I stare into his eyes while I cum. In his place is a sweet, shy guy in an awkward situation.
"It's greasy, he's a mechanic," I quickly say. "My car broke down this afternoon."
"Oh, my husband used to be a mechanic, would you like to come inside and meet him?" asks Mrs Groseng.
Ok, usually, I like her, she's a sweet, little, old lady, but today, I just want her to go back into her house so I can have myself a good look at what's making that bulge in Edward's jeans.
"Sorry Mrs Groseng, Edward and I have to uh. .. we have to. .. "
I stammer, racking my brain for a suitable excuse.
"She has some model cars that I want to take a look at," says Edward helpfully.
"Model cars?" asks Mrs Groseng, shooting me a suspicious look.
Suddenly I hear someone yelling and catch the words 'tiny fiend from hell.' Mrs Groseng's ears practically perk up as she turns around to find the source of the yelling.
"Oh my, sounds like Mr Padington got into Stella's yard again," she says. "Get your damn hands off my dog!" she yells as she takes off down the street to save her dog.
"Interesting neighbourhood," comments Edward, watching Mrs Groseng shake her fist at someone.
I chuckle lightly as I watch Mrs Groseng grab her tiny dog and run to her house, Stella close behind, chasing after her with a broom.
"She's fast for an old lady," I laugh as Mrs Groseng slams her door, leaving Stella on her doorstep yelling for compensation for her yard.
"So uh. .. I guess I should get going," he says, sending a jolt of disappointment through me.
I swear, if they could, my lady bits would have burst into tears at that statement. What the fuck? Who fingers a girl into two mind-blowing orgasms and then just leaves? I look up at him and the look on his face tells me he doesn't really want to, but he isn't sure how to proceed. I get the feeling he's being polite and decide to test the waters.
"Or. .. you could come inside," I say, "I mean, we told Mrs Groseng you were coming in to look at model cars... If you leave now, she'll think we just didn't want to come over."
"True," he agrees, breaking into a understanding grin.
"So . .. would you. . "
I break off, not sure how to tell him I want to finish what we started.
"Like a beer?" I ask, losing my nerve at the last second.
"Sure," he replies as I unlock my front door and push it open.
I've barely gotten over the threshold when he steps inside, grabs me, kicks the door shut and presses me against it.
"Or, we could finish what we started," he husks, his breath hot on my ear.
Hot fucking damn, polite guy is gone and the sex-god is back.
"Read my fucking mind," I answer as I grab his collar and lean up to kiss him.
His kiss is rough and demanding this time. No gentle touches or foreplay. I'm slick and ready for him and he knows it. He hitches my skirt around my waist as I practically rip his belt off of him and pull his jeans open.
He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist while he kicks his jeans all the way off. He leans me against the wall and I realize he means to do it against the door. Fuck, no, if we do that, Mrs Groseng will be back over here in a flash wanting to know if he's helping me fix my door, what the fuck's wrong with it and what exactly he's doing about it. She means well but her concern is borderline nosey.
"Wait," I gasp, his lips are on my neck, screwing with my concentration.
He leans back slowly and looks at me with a confused, dazed expression. He looks almost hurt, like a kicked puppy, breaking my fucking heart, but I can't risk Mrs Groseng coming back.
"Not against the door, or she'll come back," I explain even as I grind my hips against him, squirming in delight as the tip of his cock brushes my pussy, slipping just between my lips.
His face lights up as he realises I'm not telling him to stop. Everything is a blur as he spins around and quickly surveys the room. He practically runs to the kitchen area and sets me down on the counter.
"Ready?" he rasps in my ear, his hands grasping my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist.
I reach up and grab the bottom of the cupboards above me. In my mind, my lady bits are screaming at his cock to get the fuck in there so they can get better acquainted. I nod and he starts easing into me. His jaw clenches on the initial thrust and I can see he's trying to ease into it.
Fuck that, I'm hot, wet and ready, I curl my legs around his ass and pull him closer with my ankles, forcing him all the way inside me. My body is on fire, and it's the good kind, the kind that starts in your middle and spreads outwards; the kind you know that's going to make you scream in pleasure when it finally consumes you. He groans softly and dips his head to find one of my nipples, sucking and nipping it through the thin material of my shirt.
He gives up on trying to find a steady rhythm and plunges into me with reckless abandon and I'm loving every second of it. I'm gasping and crying out with each powerful thrust.
Oh fuck, there it is again, that delicious growl that rumbles through his body and makes me melt.
His body stiffens up and I can tell he's close. One of his hands finds its way back under my skirt and he strokes my clit, adding to the waves of pleasure flowing through me.
"Cum for me," he demands. "Now!"
Usually it annoys the crap out of me when a guy thinks he can just order me to cum and it'll happen. As if somehow he can magically flip that switch in my nether regions with his voice and my body will obey. It's especially annoying if I'm nowhere near cumming, but when HE does it, a shiver runs through my shaking body and I can't help but erupt.
Shockwaves of pleasure flood my body as a scream fills the room and it takes me a while to realise that it came from me. He lets out a short grunt of pleasure, exploding inside me.
His head falls in the crook of my neck as we try to catch our breath.
I suddenly realise how dark it is. The sun has set and our only source of light is the faint glow from the street light across the street. His breath is hot on my neck as I feel his heartbeat slowly become regular again.
His lips seek out mine as he slips out of me. It's sweet and gentle this time, a total contrast to the demanding kiss he gave me at the door. My lady parts are sated and finally calm, practically purring as we kiss, but my stomach decides that it's her turn to speak up and lets out a collosal gurgle.
My eyes fly open as he leans back to look at me, an amused grin on his face. Oh God, why stomach? WHY? Suddenly I hear another rumble and realise that it's not me this time. I look up at him and he's rubbing his middle looking thoughtfully at me.
To Be Continued. .. ..
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