Page 56 of Until You're Breathless

The woman thinks like me and I’m grateful. My hand slides up her dress, pulling her panties down. Her hand is on first the button and then the fly of my pants, when I glide my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, pushing my hand up her dress, feeling her perfect breasts. Through a pant she says. “I want to fuck you, Jagger.”

“I want to fuck you, too.” I push the seat all the way back and pull her on me, so she’s straddling me. I push her dress up over her head and stretch her panties, breaking one side of the waistband for access. My cock sits upright, hungry for her, thankful to feel her welcoming insides as I fill her to the hilt. Tits pressed up against my chest, she rides me, while my hands are all over her body, squeezing her ass, skating up and down her thighs, and finally back at her breasts again.

Her nipples bead at my touch, and she leans up higher, giving me access. As I suck them, I can feel her tightening, and I fuck her harder, wanting to make her come fast and hard, so I can then fuck her gentler. Our skin slaps together in time with our panting in the silence, and one more suck of the nipple brings her over the edge. Bowie comes on my cock, sucking me in, as I suck her nipples with vigor, making her feel her orgasm more, making me feel it more, too. She growls, feeling her release, and I slow for a moment, kissing her on the mouth voraciously.

As I fuck her slower, catching my breath a little, I ask. “Care to help me fulfill a little fantasy I’ve had since high school?”

We’re still moving, talking between kisses. “Was I part of the fantasy?”

“Baby, you’ve been in all my fantasies.”

“Then, yes.”

“Okay, then follow me.” I say, giving her one last kiss, helping her off me. My dick is like a rock as we walk outside of the car, to the hood.

She takes one look at me and knows exactly what I have in mind. “On the hood?”

“Oh....yeah.” I nod, pulling her to me, in all her nakedness. Like the trooper that she is, she plays along, allowing me to carefully place her on the hood, and as she parts her legs, I thrust inside her, being careful of the angle so I don’t hurt her. “You okay?” I check, feeling my rhythm meet hers.

“Your hard dick is inside me, Jagger. I’m more than fucking okay.”

This woman always has the right things to say at the right time. Watching her lying, spread eagle on the hood of the car does things to me. She is the sexiest, most courageous woman I know. And evidently she’s mine. All mine. Tits bobbing with our rhythm, and the sheer visual of her, nearly brings me to the edge alone. “Oh, fuck, Bowie. I’m gonna fucking come any second.”

And that does it. Those words throw her over the edge and we come together, her back arched and me fucking her so hard the car is actually moving with us. I pull her up gently after pulling out of her. We’re both a panting mess. “You are a goddess.” I tell her, kissing her hair.

She chuckles. “God, I hope that Jinny’s camera didn’t pick up anything.”

“If it did, she’ll have another story to tell at parties. Come on. Let’s get you dressed and get your stuff.”

“Is this all the shit you have?” I ask, as I bring in the last bag from Jinny’s house. Surprisingly, it all fit in the car.

“I have more at my mom and dad’s place. Just the essentials were at Jinny’s.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “We’ll take a trip over there tomorrow. I’m sure that my parents will be thrilled to learn that we’re moving in together.”

“Your mom still likes me?”

“She was rooting for you this whole fucking time.”

“What about your dad?”

“He was always your biggest fan. I swear to God sometimes he was secretly hoping that you would kick Boston’s ass some day.”

I grin warmly. “You tired?”

“A little. But not enough to sleep yet.”

“How about I get a fire started and make us some tea? We’ll get you settled in the morning.”

“That sounds great. I’ll go get freshened up.”

I kiss her lips and we part ways briefly. When she comes back to the living room, there are two mugs of tea on the coffee table and the fire is roaring. She’s wearing a long nightshirt without a bra. “Aren’t you going to freshen up?” She asks teasingly.

My eyes are on her erect nipples. “The only way that I’m leaving this room is if you’re coming with me.”

She sits down on the opposite end of the couch and turns to grab her tea. I catch a glimpse between her legs. No panties. After letting her take a sip, I part her knees and lay between them, tasting her arousal. She’s taken a shower and her folds are still warm and damp. Her legs immediately start to lock up as I suck her clit, sliding a finger inside her.

“God…dammit…Jagger….” She breathes, voice soft, almost a whisper. “You’ll be the death of me at this rate.”

It takes surprisingly little effort to bring her to the edge, as my cock hardens, listening to her moaning. Her moans turn to growls as her legs lock up and then she bellows, begging me not to stop. What a fucking rush. As her body relaxes, she lifts, opens my pants, exposing my fully hardened cock, and she straddles me, so wet and ready.

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