New Beginnings.

Chapter Nine

"I think it's too big for me," I remark as I stretch my leg over the machine.

I sit back on the leather seat and shield my eyes from the sun with my hand. Sean had rolled the motorcycle out of his garage and parked it on his driveway to see if I could fit on it.

Sean steps to the side to block the sun from my eyes and I lower my hand. His brown eyes are warm when they meet mine and the sides of his mouth slowly turn up into a sexy grin.

"Your feet touch the ground. Can you reach the handlebars?" He asks and crosses his arms over his chest.

I lean forward and grab the handlebars.

He chuckles, "It fits you. You're tall for a woman."

I laugh and say, "I know I was teased mercilessly for being taller than all the boys growing up."

He smiles and steps closer to me. My mouth goes dry looking up at his handsome face. I think he is going to kiss me but instead, he steps over the bike and sits behind me. I can feel his thighs along mine and I lean my back against his chest.

He runs his hands down my thighs and says, "I like tall women."

I turn my face to his and his lips find mine. His hand raises to my chin and he holds it in place while his tongue deeply explores my mouth.

"Let's go inside," he murmurs against my lips.

"No, turn it on," I say thickly, my throat hoarse from need and desire.

He chuckles, "I already am turned on."

I giggle and reply, "No, the bike."

He chuckles and reaches around me. He fiddles with something by my leg on the side of the bike then says, "Lean forward babe, this is a vintage Triumph and has a kick start not an electric start."

"Put your foot here," he says and points at a pedal that is sticking out the side of the bike.

"Now you are going to push down on this to turn the bike on," he explains and steps off the bike.

"So lean forward, put your weight on the handlebars, then swiftly push down on this pedal in a smooth movement," he says and places his hand on the handlebar next to me.

I do as he says and the bike purrs to life.

"Good," he responds with a grin and slides behind me again. 

He begins to explain the parts of the bike to me. But I can't focus on his lesson when the warmth of his thighs is spreading through my jeans and his breath is stirring the hair at my neck. He reaches around me to show me the gas and clutch and his leather jacket opens, encasing me against his chest. My mind floods with the memory of our last time together: his mouth on my breasts and his hard dick pushing inside me.

I turn my face to his and catch his lips with mine. He responds eagerly and the vibrations of the bike and the feel of his lips make me hungry for more.

I break the kiss and step off the bike. He places his hand on his thigh and raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for my next move. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the ground. We are alone at his house and the giant trees surrounding his property seclude his driveway from the wandering eyes of any passersby. He grins at me and says, "What are you doin'?"

I smile back and unbutton my jeans. I let the material drop to the ground and then face him as I straddle the bike, letting the vibrations travel through the thin material of my panties. His eyes darken and his gaze drops to my breasts. I lean back against the tank and arch my back, inviting him to view my body, inviting him to touch me.