Forbidden desires

chapter 38

Aiyana pulled Chris to the garage and into her car. Practically shoving him inside the passenger seat, straddling his lap as she shut the door and switched the air conditioning of the car.
Chris could feel the heat of her legs around his thighs. Her skirt had hitched up a few inches in her current position, as her wet cunt greedily rested against his cock. It was like a lioness ready to pounce on his prey. Chris had the awful feeling that she was going to quite literally endeavour him the way she promised she would. 
Her breasts were right in front on his eyes, enticing him to touch, to taste the heaven that they were. But, he knew he had to be the voice of reason.
"Baby.. we cant. We're at your parent's house, in their garage. Your mother could hear us. Someone could see us. I dont want your parents to hate me."
Aiyanas hands were under his shirt, her fingers trailing up to his chest. His skin exposed to her lustful gaze. Her hips had begun to carelessly move against his. Rubbing herself against him. Her moans began to fill the thick cool air of the car before her lips tried to muffle the sound by digging her teeth in his neck.
"Please, chris. I need this."
Her voice sounded urgent, desperate, exactly like it had the first night he met her. Something had happened, something she wanted to forget. And he was her drug. It was a heady feeling to realise.
"Fuck!" Chris moaned as he laced his fingers into the traces of her dark red hair pulling her away from his neck. Opening her again to his view.
The breasts thrusting out, taunting him all over. 
His right hand reached, taking the thin red strap between his fingers, tracing the path of the trap against her his with his knuckles.
He did not stop when he reached the neckline, dipping further to trace the skin of her chest, pushing down the neck of her top, revealing her right breast confined so dangerously in the lacy cup of her bra.
His knuckles traced the edge of the cup, brushing lightly against her peaking breast.
"Take off your top, mi amour."
Letting his hand drop to her legs starting at edge of her skirt and under. He stopped at the apex of her thighs neither moving in between to the treasure of her wet sex nor behind to her firm round ass. He stayed there, soaking in her passion. Watching her breasts heave in arousal.
For a moment he just stayed that way, their eyes met, a silent word of affection and adoration passed.
One hand reached up to cup the underside of her breast, his thumb extending to to rub the nipple, before stretching to the confines of the cup, pulling it down, exposing her naked skin.
Aiyana gasped as the cool air brushed her left breast. Feeling the chill coat her thighs, if chris moved his fingers to trace her inner thigh he would have felt the warm juices flow and coat him.
His left thumb still languidly pleasured itself by the brushing motion against her nipple. As if fascinated with it's new discovery.
Leaning in chris rested his nose between her breasts, taking in the smell of vanilla. The hand on her breast dropped to reach beside for the handle as he pushed the seat back, taking Aiyana with him. His nose moved to caress her breast, before he let his lips feel the texture against them.
"Chris please..." Aiyana begged.
"Let's me remember your body with every sense of my body. Let my body recognize and worship you my sweet sweet goddess.  Have patience."
After what felt like an eternity his lips parted as he took her mound into his mouth. His tongue started with a lick, so tentative and soft against the tip before moving in heady mind numbing circles. 
His fingers moved between her parted thighs, pushing them further apart, spreading the heat of her juices until he reached his final destination. 
Fingering the thin strap of her thong she felt his knuckle brush against his clit. He pressed harder at the base, adding a pleasured sensation to it. He tugged at the flimsy strap ripping it between her parted sex. Aiyana felt the hard pressed of the material as chris pulled, making her moan.
Slowly parts her sex open his fingertips ran in a vertical motion, tracing her entire sex.
The tongue had been replaced by his teeth as he pulled at the nipple hard. Biting down on the tender nerve endings his mouth hollowed sucking at the flesh. He combined this with entering her.
His fingers twisting and twirling in a circle, hitting all the right spots. Aiyanas hands moved into Chris' hair tugging at the strands painfully, unable to be quite anymore her lips parted, her head fell back and she gave in to the strong building pressure of an impending orgasm.
Her hips thrust against his fingers, riding herself into an orgasm.
"Chris!" She screamed.
Black spots appeared in front of her eyes as she came.
He held her face against his shoulder, his fingers gently running through her hair, taking care of her as the last vestige of her orgasm settled.