Undisclosed Desires(10)

Grasping the handle, she heard a voice behind her. “Grace.”

She pushed and then burst outside. The fresh air did nothing to clear the lump in her throat. She darted in the direction of her vintage VW Bug parked at the end of the block. When she reached the car, she leaned her head against the top, fumbling the keys out of her pocket. After she extracted them, she couldn’t seem to get the key into the lock of the driver’s side door, her hands were trembling too violently, and she dropped them. Grace swiped at the blinding tears leaking from her eyes.

“Stop.” Antonio’s hand fell heavily on her shoulder. “Stop running away from me.” He pulled her around to face him, and his intense eyes penetrated her. “No more hiding. Talk to me.”

“I can’t,” she sobbed, and hung her head.

“Then we’ll do it your way,” he said. “No talking.” Forcing her face up with one hand, Antonio lowered his head. Closer through interminable moments he came until their lips met. His, sure and strong. Hers, tentative and trembling. Slowly at first, and tenderly, Antonio kissed her. He drank deeply from her mouth, his tongue darting in through her lips to duel with hers. The bands of his arms surrounded her, imprisoning her against his body as his hand fisted in her hair to hold her still for more thorough exploration of his mouth.

Antonio backed her against the VW, one hand pressed against the window, his thigh inserting itself between hers. With his pelvis grinding his erection into her belly, and his broad chest tantalizing her, a buzz of pleasure exploded along Grace’s nerve endings.

Her right hand crept up to caress his nape as the left moved under his suit jacket to stroke his back, down his spine and then his ass. Grace clutched at one lusciously muscled cheek through the silk blend of his pants, and Antonio groaned. Then she released his butt cheek and brought her hand caressingly around his waist to the buckle of his belt.

Antonio released her mouth. “We’re out in the open,” he reminded, gasping for breath and glancing around them. He might have expressed concern about being outside, but popping open her blouse’s buttons and unsnapping her lacy red bra belied his weak verbal protestations.

“I don’t see anybody. There’s no streetlamp here,” Grace mumbled, glorying in his mouth exploring the creamy tops of her breasts as if they were succulent fruit. Finally, Grace got the buckle open and then her fingers flicked at the tab of his zipper before caressing down the front of the pants to the crotch. “Besides, I don’t care.” And she didn’t. Let everyone see them. Let them get arrested for public indecency. Nothing beyond this moment mattered.

“Good,” he said. “You’re so sexy I don’t think I can wait.” He groaned at her touch. Then he pulled one cup of the bra down to free the nipple. He applied a long lick and a suckle before he said, “And if you don’t care, I certainly don’t.” His hands moved to the hem of her skirt and tugging it up so it bunched around her hips, revealing the red thong match to her bra.

She knew the flimsy fabric was soaked from the wetness of her excitement. Grace writhed against the car door. The coolness of the metal against the bare skin of her butt tormented her with its contrast to the heat building in her core. As she lowered his zipper, he pulled at the thong. Once it was around her thighs, he stepped into the middle of it and she kicked the little garment away. She freed his erection from his pants and squirmed against the velvety, strong length. Already a bead of liquid had escaped the head, coating it. She struggled for breath that seemed impossible due to the pounding of her heart.

He hesitated. ”I don’t have a condom,” he gasped out.

“I’m on the Pill,” she assured him. “Don’t stop.”

Lifting her thighs, he urged her to wrap them around him. He thrust into her channel, burrowing in until she’d been fully and wonderfully impaled. Carnally taken. Beautifully speared. She loved the wickedly naughty feeling of it all. Grace clutched at Antonio’s behind to bring him even closer.

With his lips against her forehead and his breath hot on her skin, Antonio drew slowly out and then thrust in. The backward drag of him against her inner tissues as tormenting as the forward plunge, he drove her and himself toward climax. His body invaded hers and thoroughly claimed it…just as thoroughly as he’d long ago claimed her heart.

Then the orgasm blossomed in her. Inner convulsions and tremors rippled inside her even as he rode out his continued thrusting and moving. The ripples died away and she built quickly to a second climax just as his own came upon him.