His hands moved slowly, exploring her body, moving upwards. The feel of his skin on her back drove her passion higher, and she wished her dress wasn’t there to stop the full effect of his touch. His hands followed the shape of her body, moving around her shoulders in a U-turn motion, then under her arms, and meeting over her stomach before he reached up, cupping her breasts, and squeezing with a needy strength causing her to gasp with pleasure. She held onto his waist for balance and leant backward giving him more space to touch her. She let her head tilt backwards, lifting her chest up into his hands. She groaned as his fingers rubbed over her nipples, they hardened with his touch and ached for more.
He guided her back towards him and his mouth clamped onto one of her breasts. Moist heat seeped through the thin material and her lacy bra. She groaned heavily with desire, pressing her hips again into his, reminding herself that he was hard, and she was moist and ready for him.
“I want you in me.” She breathed hard.
“Not yet.”
She sighed impatiently. He laughed softly, returning his lips to her breast and sucking. Gentle noises of pleasure escaped from her lips as he worked his mouth over her breast, her hips rocked against his in the same motion.
He moved his fingers down the side of her body, gliding them over her curvy shape, over her thigh, then pushed under her skirt. His touch hot on her skin left a trail of wanting as he moved up her thigh, closer to her sweet spot which was becoming wetter and wetter the closer he came.
He brushed his hand over her mound, a shiver ran up from his touch, her muscles clenched uncontrollably for a few pulses. Her breath caught in her throat and for a moment she thought she’d tip over the edge into a delightful orgasm.
“Hmmm, youareready.” He nuzzled his lips into her neck, his breath tickling her skin between kisses.
“You should get in me then, it’s not polite to keep a girl waiting.”
“Oh, I reckon you want to keep waiting just a little longer.”
“Ah-uh.”
Her thoughts disappeared in a heady sensation as his fingers slipped under her panties, stroking the outside of her sex before plunging inside of her. She gasped, gripped onto his waist as her muscles clenched around his finger, pulsing with want to be pushed over the edge.
He moved his finger out, stoked the length of her sex a few times before slipping inside of her once more, then repeating. Her hips moved in time with his, gradually getting faster and harder, wanting to feel him deeper inside of her to take as much pleasure as she could handle. And she was sure she could handle so much more. With an orgasm on the edge, her body began to convulse and her breath quickened. Her hands bunched his shirt either side of his hips as she held back not wanting to tip over into bliss yet.
She looked into his dark eyes. The desire was strong, reflected back at her, and it fueled her further. It was like she’d gone up a few gears, revving hard and holding back. He thrust two fingers inside of her, rougher, the thickness pushed on her sensitive muscles, the motion-filled her with pleasure. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate at keeping on the edge, her body rocked with determination as he kept his fingers moving back and forth. Then he pressed his lips on hers and the last bit of her resolve broke and her body shuddered with pleasure, convulsing around his fingers.
He smiled. Slowly withdrawing his hand from between her legs. She wobbled from the motion, her head dizzy with the aftereffects of the orgasm which was still rattling through her.
“You felt good.”
Her muscles pulsed with the remains of the bliss. “Now, I want you in me.” She moved her hands over his shoulders and kissed him, hard, with purpose. His yeasty beer taste filled her mouth.
The sound of footsteps in the carpark caused them to break the kiss. Zoe looked over his shoulder, relieved to see that the people were getting into their car and weren’t that close. But, they were close enough if they had glanced this way to know what it was getting out of control between them.
“This isn’t quite private enough.” Zoe sighed, returning her attention to Max, pressing her lips down his neck, enjoying his salty taste. “And I want you.”
She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness return. Adjusting her balance, she reached down to unbuckle his belt.
The car started up. Part of her thought about stopping, but another couldn’t. She wanted to properly finish what they had begun. And as far as she was concerned, they had only just started. If she was going to have a bit of fun for the night, then she wanted more than a touch-up.
The engine of the vehicle revved.
Max pushed her hands away. “Not here.”
Her abdomen fluttered with frustration. “Where then?” She couldn’t hide her disappointment. “I don’t want to wait.”
He grabbed her by the waist, kissed her hard on the lips, before moving around. Keeping his mouth on hers, he reached out to the small door of the back of his ute and unlocked it. “In here.”
Zoe glanced inside. Max clicked on a torch and the inside flooded with light. She wasn’t sure there was going to be any room inside, but it was clean, a swag with a blanket and a pillow. Cozy. Smelling a little like animals. She didn’t care. She wanted him, naked against her body and filling her with pleasure until she couldn’t stand anymore. She had a feeling that Max would manage such an intimate task despite his arrogant confidence.
She put her hands on his chest, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt. She undid them, moving down quickly until his shirt gapped opened and she could see his toned muscles. She pushed the material aside and ran her hands over his pecs, enjoying the heat on her palms and the strength of his muscles.
“Hmm.” The noise set him off and he grabbed her in a tight embrace, mouth on her, pressing hard, his tongue sliding over hers and his hands moving the material of her skirt higher, out of the way. He pushed his hands under her panties and squeezed her arse, pushing each cheek up and apart, tightening the length of her sex, sending a pulse of thundering pleasure through her. A heady sensation filled her and her body relaxed against his, allowing him to press and touch the want that was deep inside of her to the surface.
“Get inside.” His voice commanding and edgy with a new sense of urgency.
Zoe didn’t need to be told twice. She put a foot on the toe bar and clambered inside. Chucking her handbag to the side, she noticed the swag was much softer than she thought and she moved on all fours, then turned around to see Max shutting the door, and looking at her with a renewed hunger. She shifted her legs apart as he rushed towards her, he was firm, but not aggressive. His body moved between her legs, his mouth found hers and kissed her. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, wanting to touch his skin. He moved to help her, discarding the shirt to the side as she sat up. He reached behind her, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress and pulled it down in a single motion. The cotton mix material fell forward and she wriggled her arms out, exposing her chest. The look of hunger and desire in his dark eyes only turned her on even more. Heat pooled between her legs dampening her panties, so she wanted to wriggle out of them. But, he distracted her by running his fingers down her neck, over her breasts. She sat back, letting him explore her, savouring the heat from his touch. Her nipples hardened. He traced his fingers over the thin lacy material of her bra, awakening an ache. He pinched each nipple, enough to send a bolt of pleasure and pain through her. She groaned, her sound encouraging him.
