Our tongues dance while I try to savor every second of this in case she puts an end to this whole thing.
Her lips leave mine so that her kisses can trail down my jaw and onto my neck. My already-hard cock twitches in my jeans as her teeth sink into my collarbone.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I lay her on the hood of the car.
Her kisses turn frantic as I brace my arms on either side of her. She hooks her legs around me and pulls me closer, and her hands start to undo the buckle on my jeans.
Maybe I should stop this. Maybe we should take a break and talk. But Jo is all-consuming, and I want this so fucking much.
She sits up for just a second to take off her hoodie and the t-shirt underneath. And holy fuck, she’s not wearing a bra. My eyes fall to her small breasts with her soft pink nipples…each with a silver dumbbell through it.
“You’re going to kill me. Do you know that?” I ask.
She gives me a devilish grin. “We’re just getting started.”
My lips find hers again, desperate to drink in as much of her as I can. Her fingers quickly undo the zipper of my jeans before slipping underneath my boxers. When they wrap around the base of my cock and squeeze, I let out a moan from deep within my chest.
I try to savor every single second of this. Every touch. Every movement.
When her small hand tightly strokes me, I do my best to hold on.
When she moves even lower to graze my balls, it becomes even harder–literally and figuratively.
While I love everything she’s doing, I don’t want this to solely focus on me. Just as she did to me, I quickly unbutton her jeans, but I don’t stop until they are completely off her body.
Realizing something, I ask, “Are you not wearing any panties?”
She shrugs. “I normally don’t.”
“Goddamn, that’s sexy.”
I push her knees apart and slowly move up her thigh. I wonder if maybe I’m going too far until she opens completely for me.
I look at her…in all of her fucking glory. I was right. Under her clothes, she’s even more tatted. Random ink with beautiful shading is scattered all over her tan skin.
She’s perfect.
Jo Lawson is a work of art.
Her brown eyes stare into mine as I try to commit this image to memory. Her naked body laid out on the hood of an old Thunderbird. It’s practically a photo out of a men’s dirty magazine.
But it’s infinitely better because it’s my dream girl.
The woman I’ve always loved.
Every part of her is incredible. Her beautiful face. Her tattoos. Her nipple rings.
And…
As I slip my finger into her wet slit, I feel something cool against my finger. My eyes glance down as I see the metallic barbell going through her clit.
I look back up at her. “You really are going to kill me.”
A wicked little grin spreads across her lips. “Now, what fun would that be?”
“You are so fucking sexy.”
“Beau?”
