chest.
"Could I persuade you to give me a hint?" I whisper in his ear. I feel him suck in a breath.
"You are an evil woman ... you know that, right?" He looks over quickly before turning his attention back to the road.
"Trust me, there is nothing evil about what I am planning on doing to you. In fact, I think you will find it very pleasurable … mind blowing, even," I whisper in the most seductive voice I can. I must be doing something right because his chest is rising and falling, rapidly. If that isn't enough, the obvious growing bulge between his legs is a dead giveaway. I love that I can affect this man with only a few words and simple touches. It makes me feel desirable and sexy. He is trying to play it as cool as possible, but he isn't doing a very good job.
"Wh ... what was it you had in mind?" Oh yeah, he knows exactly what I have in mind. As turned on as he is by the idea, I bet if he was in charge of guarding the nation’s nuclear launch codes, before this was over, they would be in my hands. At this point, I don’t care where we are going anymore. He is like a hormonal teenager in a whore house. I reach down and unhook his belt, undo the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of his jeans. I smile up at him. I love it when he doesn’t wear boxers.
"Did you forget something when you got dressed this morning?" I tease. He quickly looks down at me and smiles.
“No, I didn't forget anything. Fucking you whenever I want is much easier with less clothing in the way." If I could keep him naked twenty-four hours a day, I would. I slide my hand into his jeans and wrap my hand around his hard cock, ease it out of its confines, and begin to leisurely stroke it. I look up at him again and slowly lick my lips. He takes a ragged breath. I lower my head and take him into my mouth.
"Fuck!" Kyle growls the minute I run my tongue along his length then back up. I tease his head a little before taking him in again, sucking as hard as I can. "Oh, Amber, that it so good," he moans. I feel the truck come to a stop and Kyle puts it into park. We are either pulled over or at our destination. I really don’t care. I am enjoying the look of pleasure on Kyle's face too much. He keeps one hand gripped on the steering wheel so tightly that I can see his knuckles turning white. The other hand is wrapped around my hair just enough to control the depth and speed of my mouth on his cock. “Amber! I'm going to come, baby," he growls. I feel his whole body tighten before he starts spilling down my throat. I kiss and lick him a little bit more, then put him back in his jeans. When I look up at him, he has his head back, his eyes closed, and one hell of a smile on his face. God, I love to see him smile, especially when I know I put it there. I just lay there with my head in his lap looking up at him while he runs his hands through my hair.
Being with only him and Daniel, I don't have a lot of experience with sex. Daniel was very vanilla, always missionary, nothing changed. EVER. He was so plain, it was almost impossible to get him to kiss my neck. Like he was programmed, lips touch lips and that's it. The only thing he ever seemed to pay a lot of attention to was my breasts. Normally, that's not a bad thing. But, I hated it. Everything else was so neglected that I cringed every time he tried to touch my boobs. From start to finish, sex was over in like thirty minutes, including his sad idea of foreplay. He never said anything during, no noises, nothing. I swear, he didn't even breathe heavy. When he was done, he would get right up, get dressed, and get back to what he was doing before. God, thinking about it now … why in the hell did I stay with him? But again, where sex was concerned, I didn't know it could be different. Kyle was my first, I was his, and he was nowhere near as skilled back then as he is now. Even at eighteen and inexperienced, it was better than with Daniel. I always chalked that up to the feelings. I knew I didn't
"Could I persuade you to give me a hint?" I whisper in his ear. I feel him suck in a breath.
"You are an evil woman ... you know that, right?" He looks over quickly before turning his attention back to the road.
"Trust me, there is nothing evil about what I am planning on doing to you. In fact, I think you will find it very pleasurable … mind blowing, even," I whisper in the most seductive voice I can. I must be doing something right because his chest is rising and falling, rapidly. If that isn't enough, the obvious growing bulge between his legs is a dead giveaway. I love that I can affect this man with only a few words and simple touches. It makes me feel desirable and sexy. He is trying to play it as cool as possible, but he isn't doing a very good job.
"Wh ... what was it you had in mind?" Oh yeah, he knows exactly what I have in mind. As turned on as he is by the idea, I bet if he was in charge of guarding the nation’s nuclear launch codes, before this was over, they would be in my hands. At this point, I don’t care where we are going anymore. He is like a hormonal teenager in a whore house. I reach down and unhook his belt, undo the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of his jeans. I smile up at him. I love it when he doesn’t wear boxers.
"Did you forget something when you got dressed this morning?" I tease. He quickly looks down at me and smiles.
“No, I didn't forget anything. Fucking you whenever I want is much easier with less clothing in the way." If I could keep him naked twenty-four hours a day, I would. I slide my hand into his jeans and wrap my hand around his hard cock, ease it out of its confines, and begin to leisurely stroke it. I look up at him again and slowly lick my lips. He takes a ragged breath. I lower my head and take him into my mouth.
"Fuck!" Kyle growls the minute I run my tongue along his length then back up. I tease his head a little before taking him in again, sucking as hard as I can. "Oh, Amber, that it so good," he moans. I feel the truck come to a stop and Kyle puts it into park. We are either pulled over or at our destination. I really don’t care. I am enjoying the look of pleasure on Kyle's face too much. He keeps one hand gripped on the steering wheel so tightly that I can see his knuckles turning white. The other hand is wrapped around my hair just enough to control the depth and speed of my mouth on his cock. “Amber! I'm going to come, baby," he growls. I feel his whole body tighten before he starts spilling down my throat. I kiss and lick him a little bit more, then put him back in his jeans. When I look up at him, he has his head back, his eyes closed, and one hell of a smile on his face. God, I love to see him smile, especially when I know I put it there. I just lay there with my head in his lap looking up at him while he runs his hands through my hair.
Being with only him and Daniel, I don't have a lot of experience with sex. Daniel was very vanilla, always missionary, nothing changed. EVER. He was so plain, it was almost impossible to get him to kiss my neck. Like he was programmed, lips touch lips and that's it. The only thing he ever seemed to pay a lot of attention to was my breasts. Normally, that's not a bad thing. But, I hated it. Everything else was so neglected that I cringed every time he tried to touch my boobs. From start to finish, sex was over in like thirty minutes, including his sad idea of foreplay. He never said anything during, no noises, nothing. I swear, he didn't even breathe heavy. When he was done, he would get right up, get dressed, and get back to what he was doing before. God, thinking about it now … why in the hell did I stay with him? But again, where sex was concerned, I didn't know it could be different. Kyle was my first, I was his, and he was nowhere near as skilled back then as he is now. Even at eighteen and inexperienced, it was better than with Daniel. I always chalked that up to the feelings. I knew I didn't
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