She rocked her pelvis against his thigh as she nearly came just from the heat and moisture of his mouth soaking through the fabric. “Oh please, take it off,” she begged, wanting his lips against her skin.
He released her to unhook the bra. Yanking the straps down her arms to drop onto the cement floor, he lifted her breasts with his hands, bending to suck at them, first one and then the other. She threaded her fingers into his thick hair and held on as wave after wave of sensation rolled from her breasts downward to pool deep between her legs. As she felt the pressure building inside her, she drew his head upward. “I’m ready. Now.”
His eyes blazed. “All right. Let’s go inside.”
“No. Here. On the car.”
She unzipped her jeans and yanked them and her panties down to her ankles while she toed off her loafers. As his gaze was drawn to her body, she retreated until the backs of her knees hit the ’Vette’s bumper, and she thudded down less than gracefully on the hood. She got one heel onto the bumper and scooted herself up enough to recline on her elbows.
Paul stood like a statue, his gaze devouring her as she lowered herself onto the curving metal, her eyes never leaving his face. The car’s surface was unyielding but smooth, the feel of it on her bare skin erotic and charged.
“Do you know what you look like?” His voice had dropped an octave and taken on the rasp of sandpaper.
She shook her head, kept speechless by the scorch of his attention.
“Every man’s fantasy.” He stood several moments longer, his eyes tracing a path she could nearly feel over her body. Then he was between her legs, spreading them as he braced a knee on the bumper and lowered his head to kiss her inner thigh. “I want to feast on you.”
He blew a waft of breath against her that brought her arching up to his mouth. For a moment she felt the graze of his lips before he skimmed his hands down behind her knees and pulled them upward, bracing his shoulders between them. Now she was spread open to his eyes and his mouth. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she splayed her hands over the satiny metal as he drove her into a delirium of sensation with his lips, tongue, and an occasional graze of his teeth.
Her mind filled with flares of pleasure and escalating need until she heard herself begging him to let her finish. He slid one finger inside her as he flicked his thumb in exactly the right place. Her orgasm exploded, sending her internal muscles into a clench so hard she screamed and bowed up off the car, carrying his weight upward with her. He flicked his thumb again and sent another contraction ripping through her. After that, she lost track of how many waves broke over her until she sprawled limply across the hood, tiny rills of pleasure eddying through her wherever Paul feathered his fingers along her bare skin.
She summoned enough strength to force her eyes open. He bent over her, one hand braced on the hood beside her hip, while he ran the other one over her body, his gaze following its progress. When his touch moved up to her cheek, she saw the arousal still white-hot in his eyes. “Paul.” It came out as a croak, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “It’s your turn.”
He shook his head. “You just gave me something I’ll never forget. I don’t need anything else.”
She got herself up onto her elbows. “Are you trying to tell me that bulge in your jeans is your wallet?”
He gave her hair a tug. “You can barely move. I’ll carry you into the house.”
He took one of her hands and started to pull her upright, but she resisted, putting her free hand on his chest to keep him from scooping her up. “Don’t you want to have me on the Corvette?” She dropped her voice to a husky purr.
“Sweetheart, I want to have you everywhere I see you. Now let’s get you up to my bed where we can be comfortable.”
For a moment, Julia forgot the seductress act as the compliment sent a different kind of pleasure singing through her. “I don’t want to be comfortable. I want you to come inside me on the hood of your car. Hard.”
She snapped open his belt buckle, then tore the button of his jeans from its hole and yanked the zipper down. He caught her hands in one of his and pushed her chin up with the other. The cords of muscle in his neck were taut, but his touch was gentle. “Are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart?”
In answer, she pulled her hands from his grasp and freed his cock from his briefs, giving it a hard stroke between her palms.
His breath hissed in as his hips jerked forward, and she knew she had him. “Give me the condom,” she said.
The foil envelope appeared in his hand as if by magic. As she opened it, he whipped his shirt up over his head, revealing the stretch of smooth olive skin over the defined geometry of muscle. She rolled the condom down his erection and reached toward the undulation of his bared abdomen.