“I wasn’t sure you wanted me to, princess,” I admit.
“I want you to,” She lifts herself onto her toes and so fucking gently presses her mouth to mine.
The adrenaline coursing through my body twists, morphs to something hot, heavy and damn well desperate. Without another thought, I reach down and grasp her behind her thighs, lifting her until she wraps her legs around my waist and then I capture her mouth, sliding my tongue between her lips.
“You look so fucking pretty in this little dress, princess,” I rasp against her mouth before I capture her bottom lip between my teeth. My fingers flex against the bare skin of her thighs, her pussy pressed to my abdomen as I walk us back toward the garage. She holds on, kissing me back when I claim her mouth again, fingers threading into the hair at the back of my head. “You wear it for me?”
Once inside the garage, I remove one hand just so I can hit the button to lower the shutters, the light dimming the further it gets down.
“Yes,” She whimpers on my mouth, and I grin against her lips.
“Tell me what you want, Marly,” I demand of her as I cross to the Plymouth I’ve parked in one of the bays. I’d planned on doing an oil change but that can wait.
“You,” She brings her mouth back to mine, her kiss desperate and then I feel the slightest grind of her hips against my abdomen, her body rolling against me.
“Shit, Marly,” I growl, speeding up until the Plymouth is in reach and I can lay her across the hood. She tries to sit when I raise myself off her, her thighs spread around my hips, but I move my hand to her chest, pressing my palm between her breasts to keep her spine against the car.
“You stay right there, princess,” I order, lifting my hand slowly to ensure she does as I ask, “I want to get a real good look at you.”
Her cheeks bloom with color that I can see even in the dim light of the garage now that the shutter is closed. There are a few windows, but they only let in a small amount of light, and I can’t bring myself to move away from her to turn on the main lights.
With her legs parted on either side of me, I run my hands from her shins to her thighs, her skin pebbling with every pass of my palms until I reach the hem of her dress.
“Tell me if you want to stop, princess,” I rasp, pushing her dress to her hips, revealing the triangle of her little white panties. My cock is fucking hard as rock, pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
“Don’t stop,” Her voice trembles and I can’t tell if it’s fear, nerves or arousal causing her to shake. I slow my hands, turning softer to try and soothe her. It goes against everything telling me to tear her clothes off. I push the dress up, showing the toned expanse of her stomach and run my hand up between her ribcage, pausing at her sternum.
“No bra, baby?” My hand slides left, beneath the cups of her dress and I gently squeeze the soft mound of her breast. Her spine arches toward me, a surprised little moan slipping from her lips. “Fuck, Marly,” I groan, “You’ve no fucking idea the things I want to do to you.”
“River, I–” Her words cut off as I capture her peaked nipple between my fingers and roll it, adding a little pressure. Her skin is flushed, eyes closed, and lips parted as I touch every part of her body.
“Sit up for me, princess,” I tell her, rising to stand and watching as she pushes up, eyes a little wild, pupils blown. “Arms up.”
With trembling limbs, she lifts her arms above her head, and I grasp the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head before I throw it through the open window of the Plymouth so it doesn’t get dirtied by the floor. Her arms band around her chest, throat working on a swallow.
“You want to hide from me princess?” I grin at her before I lower to a crouch between her legs, grasp her knees and yank her down the hood. A startled cry echoes through the garage, and she throws her hands down to steady herself, but then my face is between her thighs, tip of my nose running up the seam of her above her panties. I can feel her wetness soaking the material and I know when I touch her for the first time, she’s going to be soaked for me.
“What are you doing?” She breathes.
“I’m going to get a taste of you, Marly,” My hands hook into the band of her panties, “I’ve been fucking dreaming of it since I first saw you at the track.”
“A taste?” She squeaks.
“Are you telling me no one’s done this princess?” She lifts her hips when I tap her thigh and I slide the panties down her legs, throwing them through the window to join the dress. She’s gloriously naked in front of me, all soft skin and rosy cheeks. My eyes peruse her slowly, taking in every line and dip of her body before I come to a stop at her soaked pussy in front of my face.
“Well, no,” She stammers, pushing up to rest on her elbows so she can look at me between her legs.
“Good,” I growl before I lick her from entrance to clit.
Her spine thuds against the hood of the car and a cry rips from her throat. She tries to close her thighs, but my hands keep them apart while my tongue flicks against her swollen clit. I suck itinto my mouth, and she detonates so suddenly, it shocks both of us. Her pussy flutters against my mouth as I keep at it until her hand reaches for my hair and she physically pulls me away.
“You taste fucking divine, princess,” I rasp, forcing myself to stand and rip the shirt off my body, “But I need inside you.”
“P-please,” she begs. I pull my wallet from my back pocket and snag the condom from inside before I kick off my jeans and grasp my cock in my hand. Her lips are parted as she watches me jerk my dick, swiping my thumb over the bead of precum on the tip and then I roll on the condom, stepping back up and forcing her legs to widen further.
With my cock in my hand, I swipe the crown of me through her, coating the tip with her wetness, watching as her eyes roll back and her chin tilt toward the ceiling. Fuck, she feels so fucking good and I’m not even inside her yet. Guiding myself with my hand, I slip down to her entrance, notching just the head of me into her.
Fuck, she’s so damn tight.
