started, but he knelt before me and enfolded his arms around my back, drawing me closer to him. His lips met my neck, caressed my jaw, and my mouth watered to taste his. The kissing thing I ignored in our tussle at his home, but tonight I wanted an answer.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I questioned, but as his mouth brushed aside my shirt and he nipped my shoulder at the juncture to my neck, my resolve disappeared.
“Someone’s going to see us.” I worried. Merek picked his head up, taking note of the steam forming on the inside of the stifling car. His eyes drifted back to me.
“I’ve been thinking of you.”
“You have?” My voice squeaked and I cursed myself. My thoughts too hopeful. My response too quick. I’d been thinking of him constantly, to the point of total distraction. I was continually wet and ready, and wanting. It had been three full days.
Laughter outside the van brought out the reality of where we were. It had been a long time since I’d made out in a car, or more.
“Don’t you have to work?”
“I’m on a break.” He dragged me off the second seat.
“How do you feel about being on your knees?” he asked, but he wasn’t waiting for an answer. I heard the zip of metal on metal as the two middle seats moved forward. He positioned me to lean over the third seat in the van, my knees rubbing on the rough car carpet. We were below window level. Thankfully, the tinted windows, furthest back, allowed some privacy. My legs wedged open as his knees fell between mine. His chest crushed my back. He twisted my hair over his fist and raised it, so his mouth could suck on the nape of my neck. His arm was wrapped around my waist and he tugged me back to grind against the length of him pressed on my ass. The spark ignited instantaneously.
Wanton woman, hear me roar . My hips rolled. My back arched. I rubbed against him like a waking kitten. My claws dug into the seat where my elbows braced. I might have actually purred.
“Are you wet?” he growled, throaty and low, and the moisture between my thighs increased. My dress slid upward while his hand travelled around my hip to cup me. The touch forced me back. Thick fingers slipped into my underwear and impaled me sweetly. My back arched again as I sucked him into me.
“Is this what you came here for tonight, Emme?” His tone, one of condemnation. “Are you wet and willing because you wanted someone to take you tonight?” His words cut through the air
“No,” I groaned as his fingers rotated inside me and I thrust backward, tugging him deeper inside me. “Oh God,” I moaned, thanking every spiritual deity for the way he made me feel. He moved the collar of my dress for access to my shoulder. His warm mouth brushed over it, nipping me as he had before. If I wasn’t already on my knees, I would have fallen on them.
“Were you hoping to dance with someone, then go home with him?” His voice roughened, accusatory.
“No,” I hissed. The attention of his fingers rough, yet welcome. After several deep strokes, my underwear was removed.
“Are we really doing this here?” I gasped, looking up briefly at the dark windows, where condensation formed from the heat of our breaths in a warm van.
“Yes.”
The sound of his buckle clicking open filled the back seat. A slight jumble of his clothes and the warm length of him dragged through cool globes. I stilled instinctively.
“Uhm…I…uhm…” My hands gripped the seat belt, if only for something to hold onto.
“You’ve never done it this way?” he asked sultry and deep as he continued to caress my seam with his hard length.
“I…I have in this position…just…not… there .” I sounded like an inexperienced imbecile, but then again I was. I read books. Too many books, and I knew this was a popular style. Men apparently did want to go in the back door. I just hadn’t ever experienced that position and I wasn’t certain doing it for the first time in the back of my mini-van was
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I questioned, but as his mouth brushed aside my shirt and he nipped my shoulder at the juncture to my neck, my resolve disappeared.
“Someone’s going to see us.” I worried. Merek picked his head up, taking note of the steam forming on the inside of the stifling car. His eyes drifted back to me.
“I’ve been thinking of you.”
“You have?” My voice squeaked and I cursed myself. My thoughts too hopeful. My response too quick. I’d been thinking of him constantly, to the point of total distraction. I was continually wet and ready, and wanting. It had been three full days.
Laughter outside the van brought out the reality of where we were. It had been a long time since I’d made out in a car, or more.
“Don’t you have to work?”
“I’m on a break.” He dragged me off the second seat.
“How do you feel about being on your knees?” he asked, but he wasn’t waiting for an answer. I heard the zip of metal on metal as the two middle seats moved forward. He positioned me to lean over the third seat in the van, my knees rubbing on the rough car carpet. We were below window level. Thankfully, the tinted windows, furthest back, allowed some privacy. My legs wedged open as his knees fell between mine. His chest crushed my back. He twisted my hair over his fist and raised it, so his mouth could suck on the nape of my neck. His arm was wrapped around my waist and he tugged me back to grind against the length of him pressed on my ass. The spark ignited instantaneously.
Wanton woman, hear me roar . My hips rolled. My back arched. I rubbed against him like a waking kitten. My claws dug into the seat where my elbows braced. I might have actually purred.
“Are you wet?” he growled, throaty and low, and the moisture between my thighs increased. My dress slid upward while his hand travelled around my hip to cup me. The touch forced me back. Thick fingers slipped into my underwear and impaled me sweetly. My back arched again as I sucked him into me.
“Is this what you came here for tonight, Emme?” His tone, one of condemnation. “Are you wet and willing because you wanted someone to take you tonight?” His words cut through the air
“No,” I groaned as his fingers rotated inside me and I thrust backward, tugging him deeper inside me. “Oh God,” I moaned, thanking every spiritual deity for the way he made me feel. He moved the collar of my dress for access to my shoulder. His warm mouth brushed over it, nipping me as he had before. If I wasn’t already on my knees, I would have fallen on them.
“Were you hoping to dance with someone, then go home with him?” His voice roughened, accusatory.
“No,” I hissed. The attention of his fingers rough, yet welcome. After several deep strokes, my underwear was removed.
“Are we really doing this here?” I gasped, looking up briefly at the dark windows, where condensation formed from the heat of our breaths in a warm van.
“Yes.”
The sound of his buckle clicking open filled the back seat. A slight jumble of his clothes and the warm length of him dragged through cool globes. I stilled instinctively.
“Uhm…I…uhm…” My hands gripped the seat belt, if only for something to hold onto.
“You’ve never done it this way?” he asked sultry and deep as he continued to caress my seam with his hard length.
“I…I have in this position…just…not… there .” I sounded like an inexperienced imbecile, but then again I was. I read books. Too many books, and I knew this was a popular style. Men apparently did want to go in the back door. I just hadn’t ever experienced that position and I wasn’t certain doing it for the first time in the back of my mini-van was
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