She tosses her head back laughing and runs a flirtatious hand down my chest and abs. “It’s right on time,” she teases, sliding her hand lower as we get to a stop light.
Pushing her hand the rest of the way to my cock, I lean down, my lips so close to hers that I can feel the warmth of her breath. “You want some of this? You know that can be arranged while I take some of this,” I groan, quickly slipping my thick fingers between her bare legs and up as far as they’ll go under her skirt.
“God…” She lets out a long, heated moan, parting her legs for me.
“I’ve been craving you all week long,” I admit.
“Me too, babe.”
She applies a bit more pressure around my dick and I can’t wait to drive off as soon as the red light switches to green. I need to get her to my place and in my bed. Naked, so I can worship every square inch of her.
Then she whispers, “Right here, Dean. Right now. Please, babe.”
God, I love hearing my name roll from her sexy lips. My actual name and not the nickname everyone calls me. I’m sure there’s a shit-eating grin on my face at her plea. Checking my rearview mirror, I confirm there’s no one behind me, pull over to the curb and shove the gear into park. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I cradle her neck and lower her backward until she’s lying flat on the seat. One leg is propped on top of the seat back, the other’s already gripping my waist.
With a rough yank, I push her skirt past her hips and run my hands along the sides of her smooth thighs and long legs, then back up, wedging between us to touch her swollen bud through silky panties drenched in her sweet, feminine scent.
Amber’s body bucks up off the seat from my touch. “You make me so wet.”
“And now I’ll make you scream.”
I gaze down at her face, hair fanned out around her head and shoulders, framed in the street light that streams in through the windows. Then I hear my voice rasp out, “I love you, Amber Roberts.”
“I love you too, Dean. So much.”
This isn’t how I pictured telling Amber how important she is to me, but I hope to God she sees the moment as a special one for us. If not, I guess I’ll tell her again later tonight. And again. As many times as the opportunity presents itself.
Hooking my fingers into the tiny string of her thong panties, I move it to the side and lower my head between her thighs. I inhale the sweet and musky aroma that’s uniquely her. She’s so fucking ready for me, my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my onslaught of attention. With a handful of her perfectly shaped ass in each hand. I run my tongue along her clean-shaven pussy lips.
Amber moans, gripping fistfuls of my hair as I taste her sweetness. Her hips lift up tight to my mouth and her legs parts more fully. She’s sexy as hell and driving me crazy with each second that passes. Her scent washes over me as my tongue circles in and out of her. I admire her responsiveness to my touch, and stare up from her folds to take in the look of abandon in her half-lidded eyes.
“God, Dean.”
I bury myself into her pussy once more and squeeze her ass, devouring her, kissing, teasing, licking and laving. As she writhes beneath me, I feast hungrily on every drop of her arousal, and ignore my rock hard erection that’s jammed against my jeans. It takes some effort not to reach down, unleash it from its prison and bury it deep within her tight walls.
Amber is the taste I’m addicted to now and I never want to give up this feeling. Heady and urgent. Fevered and hard. She’s the treat and the main course that I’ll always want to consume. Never grow tired of. Every part of her belongs to me and reacts like I’m the only man to ever have touched her.
And it’s fucking addictive.
My tongue laps at her sensitive clit and I drive two fingers past her folds. The coordinated move sends her into the stratosphere. From the near spasms of her lower body, I know my touch is hitting all the right places in exactly the way she loves it. I bite gently and tease, light in the beginning and then with more force. Her breathing is out of control from my fingers, lips and tongue.
In.
Out.
Flick.
Tease.
Nip.
Then in and out again until she runs her hand through her own headful of hair and cries through the start of a powerful orgasm.