Page 62 of Pucking the Team
Eduardo was right, this was way too risky.
“Someone will recognize us, if they haven’t already.” I pushed at him.
Immediately, he stepped back, away from me, but he did take my hand. “Come.”
I followed him, and we made our way behind the restaurant and to his car. It was in full shade now and cloaked in darkness. There was no one else around. I glanced over my shoulder. We had not been followed.
Good.
The moment he got into the driver’s seat he reached for me again. “You drive me crazy with longing,” he said. “You arethe most intriguing, strongest, sexiest woman I have ever met. I want to get closer to you, so close.”
As we kissed across the seats, I felt cocooned in our own dark world.
He tilted his head to deepen the kiss. I brushed my knuckles over his groin, and he groaned with longing.
“You know I could have made you forget, the way Dylan did.”
“I know.” I cupped his cock. “But I was in the moment…a bit like now.”
“Fuck, you’re so sweet.J'ai tellement envie de toi.”
I didn’t know what he’d said, but his accent was like music, and I pressed closer.
His hands roamed my body, up my arms, across my chest, stroking my breasts each in turn.
My nipples hardened, and the sensation of his touch spread down to between my legs. I squirmed on the seat, my skin alive, longing setting in.
“Let me…” he murmured onto my lips as his fingers trailed downward. “Let me touch you.”
I didn’t stop him when he undid my jeans and slid his hand into the material of my knickers. My body was craving stimulation, craving his caress.
And he gave it, not a full penetration of his fingers, the denim didn’t allow for that, but he found my clit and rubbed over it.
“Oh…Eduardo.”
“I will make you forget,” he murmured. “Just for a few moments only you and I and pleasure exist.”
“Pleasure,” I repeated, twitching my hips in time with his movements. “Oh God, can anyone…”
“No.” He lifted his head. “There is no one here.”
“Fuck…” I dropped my head back, surrendering to his clever fingertips. My pussy was dampening and my heart rate picking up. My climax was a coiled spring waiting to unleash.
“That is it,” he said. “Just feel.” His kisses spread down my neck, and he leaned right over me, his body heat blasting onto my skin and his scent filling my nostrils.
I was being reckless, I knew that, but lust was a crazy drug and I was high on it.
“Fuck, yes, just there,” I managed. I gripped his corded forearm which tensed and flexed as he worked me. “And don’t…please don’t…”
“I won’t stop, not until you find your release,ma choue.”He lifted his head and stared me in the eyes. “I am here, with you, all the way.”
My vision blurred; the climb to my orgasm had taken control of my senses. I was breathing fast, twitching in time with the fast circles he was dragging over my clit.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I was so close, so near to ecstasy. A wicked, illicit explosion of bliss was about to unravel me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
Excitement flashed in his eyes, and he bit on his bottom lip and watched me come.
I jerked hard against him. The pressure released in a series of powerful spasms that burst from my clit and spread waves of melting pleasure around my body.
