And the only way this was ending was with her screaming her orgasm into his mouth, her hot little pussy clenching around his fingers.
He’d have paid anything for a bed, but having her lean back against the wall as he yanked open her jeans and sucked on her tits, leaning over her like a man in prayer, worked too.
Under her jeans she had a matching pair of barely-there micro fibre panties that posed zero barriers to him as he brushed over her curls and between her soaking wet folds.
She cried out when he circled his fingertips back up to her clit with some of that slippery moisture. It didn’t take long to orient himself to the basic geography of her body. Even blind like this he knew she was beautiful. Sensitive. Sexy as hell.
“Next time I do this with my tongue.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she whispered.
“That’s the idea. You’ll twist your fingers into my hair and take what you want.”
“Ooh….” She bit her lip and he watched her face twist tighter as he stroked her. Back and forth. Back and forth. Circle and rub.
It was gorgeous. But still not quite what he wanted.
With his free hand, he shoved her jeans down a little lower and palmed her ass, tilting her body out from the wall even more.
He shifted his hand and tentatively circled her opening. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes.”
One finger slid inside. His thumb found her clit.
She clenched around him as he stroked out, then in and again, discovering the most secret part of her body. Another finger, and his thumb circled and rubbed. Closer, closer.
A little whine broke past the weak barricade of her bitten lip and he covered her mouth with his.Give it to me, he said with his tongue. He wanted her noises and her climax, and he wanted them all to himself.
When she burst, it was like those fireworks the night before. Bigger and brighter than he expected. She came with her entire body, gushing against his hand and it was beautiful, so he told her that, over and over again.
He took his time buttoning her back up. He didn’t want to give up her soft, smooth skin, didn’t want to wash her scent off his hands, but this had been a stolen moment and it needed to come to an end.
She was clearly on the same regrettable wavelength. “We should get back to the bus.”
He kissed her softly before nodding. “Sweet dreams tonight.”
“The sweetest.”
“Try not to blush too hard when I send you dirty text messages tomorrow.”
“Oh.” She glanced away to the side, then back up at him, her eyelashes fluttering nervously. “So…about that.”
“Dirty texts a no go?”
“No, they’re okay. But I’ll give you a different number.”
“You’ve got a secret phone?”
She laughed. “Is that totally paranoid?”
“No.” It was smart as hell. “I’m turned on all over again.”
Another small laugh, and she started to tell him the number.
“Wait,” he said, digging out his phone and handing it over. “Just type it in. I’ll never remember it in the state I’m in.”
“Can I help you with that…state?”
