more to procrastinate than from actual curiosity.
He flashed a crooked grin. “Give me some credit here. I’ve known you since you were twelve.” He guided me closer and gently touched his lips to mine. One hand slid up my back and tangled in my curls. “I’ve missed you, Els.”
“I’ve missed you too.” I leaned into another kiss, cocking my head to get deeper inside him, feeling my desire roaring back to life. With that kiss, all my worries melted away.
I straddled one thick thigh and ground myself into him, struggling to ease the ache between my legs. He groaned in appreciation, flexing the muscles on his leg to give me more resistance.
“Fuck, Els,” he rasped against my lips.
His words sent arrows of lust directly to my loins. I took a step back and shrugged off my jacket; he followed suit then reached behind his head and pulled off his T-shirt. He raised one dark eyebrow, waiting for my next move.
“Strip me,” I said, giving him access to my body once again. His hot palms slid under my shirt and up my back, undoing my bra clasp even as they moved up to pull my shirt over my head. “Smooth,” I said with a smile.
“It’s a gift.” His hands moved down to the waistband of my jeans, undoing my button and fly. Then, with nostrils flaring, he slid them down my hips, hooking his thumbs in my panties and taking them along for the southbound trip.
I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my pants, standing completely naked in the garage and loving it. Henry’s hands roamed around my body as his eyes drank me in with lust and adoration, kneading and spanking and pinching at will.
“I want to see you straddling the Harley like that.” He stood up and lifted me onto the bike. The cool bite of the leather was a nice contrast to the heat of my crotch. I gave him a seductive smile and leaned over to grasp the handlebars, arching my back to improve the visual.
“Like this?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he ground out. “I’d like to do you right there on the bike.”
“Then do it.”
It didn’t take him long to kick off his shoes and pants. Don’t let men fool you; they can actually move quite fast when there’s sex on the line. In less than a minute, he was standing beside the bike completely nude, ready for action. “Lean over a bit more.” He palmed his erect cock with one hand while the other reached over and started the bike.
The effect was instant, like turning on a massive vibrator between my legs. I shifted around, trying to find the best angle, moaning when I found it. “Oh!”
Henry climbed on behind me, sliding me forward onto the red gas tank. He grasped my hips and lifted my ass up, then guided me to his shaft. I sank onto him almost immediately, eager to feel the bike against me again.
He made an indistinct noise through his teeth, no doubt also experiencing the bike’s thrums against his balls. “Fuck, this feels good,” he barked out. “Why haven’t we done this before?”
We sat still for a few moments, enjoying the tremors that racked our bodies. Then he gripped my hips and lifted my ass before he began to rock into me. I reached out and grasped the handlebars to steady myself, standing on the pegs for better leverage.
I felt so wanton and wild, being fucked on a motorcycle by my big biker man, with my hair over my face and my breasts bouncing around. In that moment, nothing outside this garage mattered. Only Henry and me and the bike below us.
I started when he slapped my ass hard enough to sting. I lifted my butt higher, asking for more.
“You like that?” he asked, stroking my heated skin a moment before smacking me again.
The sting was a welcome distraction, the kind of pain that didn’t go past the surface of the skin. I welcomed it, wanted more.
Henry moved to the other cheek, slapping the flesh as he said, “You’ve been shaking this ass at me for years. Now it’s all
He flashed a crooked grin. “Give me some credit here. I’ve known you since you were twelve.” He guided me closer and gently touched his lips to mine. One hand slid up my back and tangled in my curls. “I’ve missed you, Els.”
“I’ve missed you too.” I leaned into another kiss, cocking my head to get deeper inside him, feeling my desire roaring back to life. With that kiss, all my worries melted away.
I straddled one thick thigh and ground myself into him, struggling to ease the ache between my legs. He groaned in appreciation, flexing the muscles on his leg to give me more resistance.
“Fuck, Els,” he rasped against my lips.
His words sent arrows of lust directly to my loins. I took a step back and shrugged off my jacket; he followed suit then reached behind his head and pulled off his T-shirt. He raised one dark eyebrow, waiting for my next move.
“Strip me,” I said, giving him access to my body once again. His hot palms slid under my shirt and up my back, undoing my bra clasp even as they moved up to pull my shirt over my head. “Smooth,” I said with a smile.
“It’s a gift.” His hands moved down to the waistband of my jeans, undoing my button and fly. Then, with nostrils flaring, he slid them down my hips, hooking his thumbs in my panties and taking them along for the southbound trip.
I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my pants, standing completely naked in the garage and loving it. Henry’s hands roamed around my body as his eyes drank me in with lust and adoration, kneading and spanking and pinching at will.
“I want to see you straddling the Harley like that.” He stood up and lifted me onto the bike. The cool bite of the leather was a nice contrast to the heat of my crotch. I gave him a seductive smile and leaned over to grasp the handlebars, arching my back to improve the visual.
“Like this?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he ground out. “I’d like to do you right there on the bike.”
“Then do it.”
It didn’t take him long to kick off his shoes and pants. Don’t let men fool you; they can actually move quite fast when there’s sex on the line. In less than a minute, he was standing beside the bike completely nude, ready for action. “Lean over a bit more.” He palmed his erect cock with one hand while the other reached over and started the bike.
The effect was instant, like turning on a massive vibrator between my legs. I shifted around, trying to find the best angle, moaning when I found it. “Oh!”
Henry climbed on behind me, sliding me forward onto the red gas tank. He grasped my hips and lifted my ass up, then guided me to his shaft. I sank onto him almost immediately, eager to feel the bike against me again.
He made an indistinct noise through his teeth, no doubt also experiencing the bike’s thrums against his balls. “Fuck, this feels good,” he barked out. “Why haven’t we done this before?”
We sat still for a few moments, enjoying the tremors that racked our bodies. Then he gripped my hips and lifted my ass before he began to rock into me. I reached out and grasped the handlebars to steady myself, standing on the pegs for better leverage.
I felt so wanton and wild, being fucked on a motorcycle by my big biker man, with my hair over my face and my breasts bouncing around. In that moment, nothing outside this garage mattered. Only Henry and me and the bike below us.
I started when he slapped my ass hard enough to sting. I lifted my butt higher, asking for more.
“You like that?” he asked, stroking my heated skin a moment before smacking me again.
The sting was a welcome distraction, the kind of pain that didn’t go past the surface of the skin. I welcomed it, wanted more.
Henry moved to the other cheek, slapping the flesh as he said, “You’ve been shaking this ass at me for years. Now it’s all
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