Like Carter, I’d thought of him during lonely nights, and now he was here. In the flesh. Kissing me like I remembered.
“I want you,” he said in a desperate tone as his lips trailed along my jaw. “I want you so fucking bad.”
A woman could go her whole life and not have a man sound like he’d die if he couldn’t have her.
His lips were on mine again as his seat slid back and then he pulled me over him. The thought that I shouldn’t be doing this was quickly vanquished as my pussy rubbed over his hard length. Fire shot through my veins, and I quickly undid his belt as he pulled the panel of my panties aside and his fingers found my aching nub making me moan.
“You’re so wet. Fuck…I’m dying here, Jess.” He lifted his ass off the seat to push his pants down. His dick was finally free. It was as magnificent as I’d remembered.
His fingers drew down the zipper of my dress and pulled the sleeves down. “I need to see your tits, baby.” Pulling the cups of my bra down, he sucked on a nipple.
“Oh God,” I gasped as a shot of pleasure tore through me. I gripped his dick and sank over him.
“Yes…fuck yes, Jess…” he said, his hands gripping my hips.
There wasn’t foreplay or a slow ride to heaven. I bounced over him fast and furiously as I chased release.
“Christ you’re tight…fuck I’m going to come,” he said, slipping down in the seat a little bit so he could go deeper.
My fingers clenched his shoulders as I gave myself free reign to fuck him.
“Come on, Jess,” he said with a strained voice. He sucked my nipple again hard and shot me to the pinnacle and over.
“Yes…yes…” I chanted as my orgasm crashed through me.
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Carter
Jesus fuck her pussy was like heaven. Tight. Hot. Wet. My only regret was that we were in my SUV. I’d have done anything to have her laid out in my bed where I could eat her out until she was a withering mess. Then I’d fuck her slow, fast, and every speed in between until I convinced her to give us a try.
“Yes baby…come on me…come on me…” I said through gritted teeth as I waited for her to fully enjoy her orgasm. Her fingers dug in my shoulders as she rode me, her tits bouncing in front of my face. It was fucking awesome. I would have liked to have stayed like this all night, but my dick reached its limit. She came down, and I shot off like a rocket.
“Yes, fuck…” I growled as my orgasm slammed into me. My hips buck up and up as she continued to ride me and I filled her sweet pussy. I had a moment to worry that once again I hadn’t used a condom with her. I hadn’t the last time either. Because she hadn’t said anything, I figured she’d been on the pill. Still, it wasn’t like me to forget. Although, this was Jess. It seemed wrong to put a barrier between us when making love.
Eventually we both stopped moving except for taking in deep breaths. I wanted to quickly recover because I had so many things I wanted to say to her. Just when I got my breath back under control and I was opening my mouth to tell her all my hopes and dreams for us, she jerked back. Her expression was one of horror and she quickly scrambled off of me and back into her seat.
Immediately I clamped my mouth shut as disappointment replaced the spectacular feelings I’d just had a moment before.
"I can't believe that just happened," she said.
I wanted to respond, but I was not quite sure what I could say. I sure as hell wasn’t going to apologize.
"I need to get home,” she said looking out the window.
I straightened my clothing and then turned on the car. "Sure… Okay…" There was a part of me that was angry at her. I mean what the fuck! She was as much into me as I had been into her, and now all of a sudden she wasn't just withdrawing, but she seemed angry at me too.
I pulled out onto the road and headed back to her place, per her instructions. The quiet hung heavy between us and I hated that as well.
"Look, I know you're worried about your job, but it won't be a problem,” I said, trying to salvage this. “And if it were, I could get you a new job."
Her head swiveled around to look at me, and there was heat in her eyes. "I like my job and I don't need you to give me a job or a car or anything else."
Apparently, I screwed that up as well. Perhaps acting like a Savior to all her problems wasn't the best idea. I knew even four years ago that Jess was an independent woman. At the same time, I wasn’t a monster. I didn’t deserve to be treated like this. At the very least she could tell me what the fuck was going on. The fact that we just had sex, suggested that she felt something between us, but for so
me reason she didn't want to.
"It would be a big help to me if you would tell me why it is that you feel the need to treat me like shit." That probably wasn't the right way to ask it, but I was tired of walking on eggshells around her.