It’s the last night on holiday in France. After a chance meeting at a bar and a fun night around town, we finally make our way to his car.

We slide into the backseat. “Hi, nice to meet you,” he says coyly and offers a hand.

“Nice to meet you,” I reply, accepting it.

He pulls me onto his lap. Then his lips crash into mine, tongue searching, desperate for embrace. Rolling his hips, he presses his hardness against me, and I feel his need through the fabric between us. He sucks my top lip over again and bite them gently as I feel his desire vibrating through him, threatening to consume us both, barely held back by the last thread of restraint.

I reach down with one hand and feel the length of him flex against his lower belly, stretching to reach beyond the elastic of his pants that reins it in. My thumb explores the silhouette of his rounded tip, tense but forgiving. I tease him with this ghost of a touch as our tongues engage in dance.

I pull the strings of his pants, but they’ve locked me out, and I laugh.

He loosens the ties, and I try again with no avail. “I do mine, and you do yours,” he chuckles.

I roll off him to unbuckle my own belt and pull down my pant zipper. I reach back over to him, brush my hand over his length and finally pull the elastic down to reveal him. Oh, how it springs up to greet me. I grasp him and his soft skin is like a gentle welcome. I cradle beneath him with my other hand to feel the weight of his balls, squeezing him. I lean down to kiss that throbbing tip, hesitatingly at first. Then I proceed to kiss his cock with my tongue just like he had explored my mouth with his.

He sighs with relief and pleasure.

Easing him towards my throat, I revel in its velvety skin across my tongue and the utter power I have over him. When I look up at him, his face wears an expression of drunken bliss. And I want to devour it.

I sit up then and lean toward his face.

He takes this opportunity to devour me, biting my lips, tugging my hair as if pulling me away and chasing me all at once.

I breathe him in and let him. I pull back again to look at him.

Then his face darkens, and lust leeches into his eyes. He reaches out and wraps his hand around my throat.

My breath catches.

His grip tightens.

I feel a hot pressure filling my head and pleasure filling my core before he plunges his tongue back in my mouth, gaining dominance over mine.

His fingers find my clit, and he circles over me as I breathe into him.

I push back against him, and he gives in. My turn. I lean down over his cock and pump him with one hand at his base as I take him into my mouth once more. I swirl around his tip with my tongue and he moans.

He caresses my hair, pulling back strands falling down the sides of my face.

Soon, he begins arching into me, pushing up against the back of my throat, bucking up and down, up and down. His hands suddenly push against the side of my head.

I resist.

“I’m going to cum,” he gasps.

I keep momentum. I feel a warmth blooming across my palate and a drip down my tongue. I swallow once, but he’s coming too fast. I pull back and watch as he spurts up then down into my hand that moves up and down slowly, draining him of his last drop. I give in to the urge to lick him once more, leaving a gentle kiss.

I lean back next to him as he pants, “Oh my God, what the fuck.”

I show him his work coating my hand, glistening wet, and laugh.