I heard the soft rasp of his chuckle in my ear when he realized I had agreed to his proposition. He soon grew impatient to the angle we were sitting beside each other. Wanting better access to my lips, his hand slid to one of my hips and another slipped underneath my other leg, hoisting me up until I was straddling him in the backseat of the steadily moving car. My hands resting on his broad shoulders, I gripped tightly to the soft fabric of his expensive suit, looking down into flaring blue eyes full with lust. Lust for me. Swallowing the hard lump growing in my throat, I felt my cheeks burn up a few more degrees. In a controlled and steady voice, he looked slightly over my shoulder and said, "Roll up the windows."
A soft click followed by humming filled the electric air between us as the window separating the driver and us rose up from an invisible slit located inside the opposite couch. I gulped when I realized whatever happened in the back seat of this vehicle was between him and I only. And judging by the mischievous flicker that passed through his eyes, he would be relentless and unafraid to hold back. The car winded down the highway, coursing through the busy streets, allowing magnificent views of the city outside at night. But I would only steal a few short glimpses of it as his eyes, lips and face were at my eye level; a much better view if I could say so myself. My heart thumped wildly in my chest like a caged bird, anticipating what would happen next. His firm warm hands cupped my bottom, keeping me in place and at the same time cupping a feel. I knew from the light breeze passing over my thighs that my dress had risen up, exposing a great deal of flesh.
His lips turned up in one corner, smirking at the sight of me in the position he surely wanted me to be in from the very beginning. Although, I should be angry at myself for so easily given into him and his advances, I had to admit this was possibly one of most thrillingly exciting experiences ever. It felt too good for me to care. Tom's eyes dropped from my gaze, skimming down past my nose and lips down to my heaving breasts, straining against the thin fabric. My nipples tightened from only his stare, aching and longing for his attention. A sudden bump in the road caused my hips to ride up and then fall back down, gently prodding against his hardened member through his trousers, alerting me I wasn't the only one who was excited. I nearly moaned out loud from the friction of his cock against my soaking panties. Leaning in, Tom kissed me like a gentle lover at first, allowing time to build the excitement of his mouth parting mine, deepening the kiss. His tongue ran over my lower lip, taking gentle care to suck and nip at it between his teeth. I groaned loudly in his ear, never feeling the way I did when I kissed like the way I did with him. Fingers tugging through his hair, I kissed him back with the same level of desperation and eagerness I never knew I had within me. The low groan rumbling through his chest told me I was making him feel the same way he made me feel.
Pulling away slowly, our faces were still close to each other when his thumb ran across my cheek. Peering at him through my half closed eyes, I drew my now swollen lower lip into my mouth and sucked. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine as we sat there in silence, catching our breaths from one of the most amazing kisses I ever had. Not saying anything more, I felt my heart drop a little when he shifted me off his lap and sat me back down where I was originally sitting. From all the maddening sensations caused by the kiss, I hadn't realized the car wasn't moving anymore and it was parked in front of my run down flat.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Tom said sternly, not looking at me. Quickly gathering my purse off the floor, I stepped out of the car and nodded my head thanks to the nice driver who had held the door open for me. My legs shook with each step I climbed of my front porch, threatening to give out at any moment. I pulled my key out of my purse and slipped it into the lock, hesitating at first before I took a glance over my shoulder only to be disappointed when the tint of the windows were too dark for me to see through the back seats. Sighing, I shook my head and stepped into my flat, feeling alone.
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Tall, Dark and Handsome
RomanceTwenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what sh...