He hopped into the driver’s side and turned on the ignition. “Where to?”
“I can’t wait much longer. Just pull over on Circle Street,” she said, gesturing ahead of them to a dead-end street. Twilight had set in, and he pulled over on the side of the road. She unbuckled her seat belt and launched herself at him, her hair spilling over his chest as she grabbed his face for a rough kiss.
His kind of kiss. The kind that could leave marks.
“Condom,” she rasped out, breaking the kiss.
He reached into his wallet for one, then slid over to the passenger side. She unzipped his jeans and yanked them down to his knees. She tugged off her panties quickly and never had he ever been so grateful that a woman was wearing a skirt.
“You’re gonna ride me hard now, got that?”
She nodded, her eyes wild with abandon. She looked like she could come within seconds, and it was a look she wore well.
“I am going to ride you so hard, Smith,” she said with narrowed eyes and a bossy tone, like she was reveling in this newfound side of herself, this naughty side.
“That’s right. I don’t want you to slow down one bit,” he said, as he rolled on the condom. In seconds, she climbed on him and sank down, taking him all the way in. Damn, she was so hot and tight, but he didn’t have a chance to even savor that because she was fucking him hard, just like they both wanted.
She grabbed onto his shoulders and rode him like he was a pole, her sexy little body shooting up and down his cock, taking him deep with each thrust. Tremors rolled through him with each move she made. His blood flowed thick and heavy as he watched her, loving the way she let go like this. She was a different woman; she had a wild side that he’d somehow tapped into, and the thought that she saved it just for him fueled him.
She started panting and moaning, letting go now that they were in his truck. She rose up then back down on him, taking him all the way inside her. Pleasure rippled through his veins.
“That’s right. Keep fucking me. Fuck me till your legs shake and you can’t walk straight,” he instructed, feeling his own orgasm within sight. “I want you to come so loudly that the neighbors will know how good I make you feel.”
“You make me feel so good,” she said, her breathing labored and erratic, her gorgeous face wracked with pleasure. He watched as she bit down hard on her lip, squeezing her eyes shut as she lowered herself down on him again. He felt her clench and tighten around him, her wet heat grabbing his cock as she started to shudder, then cried out loudly, shouting his name. The sound of her moans was his undoing, and his own orgasm tore through his body as he jerked against her, heat flooding through his veins as he came. She fell against him, her chest slumped onto his, as his cock twitched inside her, their harsh session on the side of the road starting to subside.
He pulled out of her and she handed him a tissue for the condom. “I’ll throw this out later,” he said, with a wink as he stuffed it into a trash bag in the car. “By the way, you look beautiful all the time, and you look especially beautiful when you come,” he whispered. He ran his fingers softly through her hair, as she rested against his chest, looking thoroughly sated.
She shivered at his touch. “I do?”
“You do. Gorgeous and sexy and unbelievably hot and I love knowing I did that to you.”
“You bring out this crazy side of me,” she said, with an almost embarrassed grin.
He brushed his thumb across her lips. “It’s not crazy. It’s part of you. And I’m glad you share it with me,” he whispered tenderly, then kissed her throat. She stretched her neck, giving him more access to work his way up to her ear, as he buzzed his lips against her skin. “And I’m going to show you the other sides of me,” he said.
“Hmmm,” she said in a dreamy, after-sex voice.
“Is that a yes to a dinner date at the end of the week?”
“I don’t know what it is. All I know is I like this side of you a heck of a lot,” she said, then looped her arms around his neck. Soon, she was brushing soft, sweet kisses against his jawline, and they felt a little bit like the start of real affection, not just lust. She slid off him and readjusted her clothes and he buttoned up his jeans.
She reached for the book of poetry he’d bought her. “Want to hear my favorite poem?”
“I would love to,” he said, and then listened carefully as she read him a sonnet.
She turned to him when she was done, her eyes wide and brimming with hopefulness, as if she truly wanted him to like the words. “What do you think?”
“I’m not going to claim it makes a hell of a lot of sense to me, but I think Shakespeare had a way with words, and I like listening to you read it. Now, want to play Mad Libs with me?”