“Y-y-yes,” rushed past her sexy lips, wet from her licking and biting into them when I didn’t have my mouth on hers. “You feel. Mmm. So good.” She moaned out her words, but I understood them.
I had never before expressed myself this way with anyone except Desiree. She had no problem articulating how I made her feel, which encouraged me to let her know how she was making me feel and what she was making me do to her.
Sinful. Each wicked stroke seemed to drive her crazy as she clawed at my skin and yelled out my name like a woman possessed. “Khane. My God. Khane!” Something falling from the squeaking car clattered to the floor, but it didn’t stop our sensual dance.
Every touch, every lick, every stroke—we were into it so deeply, I doubt either of us cared that we were using the car as a bed. Desiree was a vocal lover. Her lovely voice reaching a decibel that tickled my eardrums and added to the fire she had stoked to life within me.
It took minutes for her to open to my size despite her being so dripping wet. The heavenly sensations of being buried inside her raw was a need I would crave until the day I died. Although entranced by her wet tightness, I sensed her on the verge of orgasm. Each of her moans kept getting lost in the sound of my heaving groans.
“I…I’m…oh!” I read her urgent warning, slowing my pace, but continuing the hard pounding thrust, filling her to the hilt with each downstroke, and making her entire body fill me.
“Desiree,” I whispered harshly. I’m sure the tortured expression on her face mirrored mine as I was there with her, about to take a plunge I wasn’t sure we would survive.
Her grip on me tightened enough for her nails to dig deeper into my skin, the delicious pinch adding to my pleasure. My grip on her grew firmer as we stared into each other’s eyes and held each other painfully tight. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, trembling and bringing to life an image I had dreamt a thousand times.
One final pull and push collided our worlds into a massive explosion. Instantly, I felt the rush of her juices, raining over my dick and leaking onto the hood of the car. My dick jerked inside her pussy so hard we didn’t have to move to prolong our orgasm; our quaking parts did the job for us. We sank into the desire, enjoying every brilliant, lasting moment.
The orgasm plunged me so deep in pleasure that I had an out of body experience, my spirit floating about as my body swayed in a climatic daze. I shook my head in an attempt to level the effect as the urge to pass out hit me, threatening to take me under.
We stood gazing at each other, eyes heavy, bodies gasping for air. The line we weren’t supposed to cross had been destroyed so badly, it couldn’t be rebuilt. We hadn’t crossed the line, we had set the fucking line on fire.
The flames continued to burn, high and wild, even as ideas of all the trouble we were in swirled. The desire in her gaze met the flow of mine, still alive in my body.
She ran her fingers, still shaking, over my abs. With no shame, she glanced up at me and asked, “Can we do it again?”