“This day, Iz,” I start to say, closing in on her and angling her back against the side of the bike. My hands settle at her waist, needing to communicate something of what I’m feeling. “It’s been perfect.”
She doesn’t respond, but her lips part slightly. Her breath mingles with mine until she closes the distance with a tug on my clothes. Her lips smash against mine in an unexpected desperation. I thought it would be sweet, given the way she was looking at me. But no, this reminds me of the first time when I fucked her roughly from behind on my bike.
Does she want a repeat?
Kokami.
If I could be so fucking lucky.
I tilt my head, intending to deepen it when she pushes me back. Her face is more hidden in the shadow of the overhanging trees. For a split second, I wonder if I said the wrong thing, was too mushy or clingy, something I didn’t mean to do.
“What—”
Then I realize her fingers quickly strip her clothes, hanging her top and bra over the handlebars. She shudders. Her hands tug at her boots, letting them fall to the patchy asphalt parking lot.
“Fuck me on your bike.”
She’s moving so quickly that her jeans slip past her knees, her hand splayed on the seat for leverage as she tugs them over her bare feet. Her eyes find mine. For a second, it feels like the world around us has disappeared. No noise, no distractions, just her, standing naked before me.
I tilt my head and prowl toward her, giving her every opportunity to pull away. She doesn’t. Her hands lift to rest on my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. Her touch makes me hornier as I press my lips to hers.
The kiss starts softly.
A tentative meeting of mouths but deepens quickly. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer. I oblige, sliding a hand up her back to hold her firmly against me. She tastes sweet, bold, and dangerous for initiating sex in a public place. Something that was my thing and is quickly becoming the norm with us.
She walks me back against the bike without interrupting our kiss, my hands roaming freely over her chilled flesh. I know she needs me to warm her. Only when her hands clutch the motorcycle does she pull away, a wicked smile spreads across her face as she climbs atop.
“Kokami.”
“Kokami indeed, Diego. Now hurry and undress.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m practically ripping off my clothes as I memorize every detail of this Mona Lisa laid out before me.
Her body molds to the sleek curves of the machine, with her back against the gas tank. A leg bend with her foot resting on the seat, the other dangling over the side, just above the ground. Her tight pink nipples rise and fall with her heavy pants. One hand strokes her skin, roaming from an ample breast and drifting toward her mound. The other cradles her head, her fingers tangled in her hair.
My cock is carbon hard, straining violently as I lean over to untie my boots, kicking them off to finish stripping. Yesterday was leisurely, relaxed, and slow. Tonight will be none of those things.
I carefully swing my leg over, capturing her foot and moving it over my thigh before lifting her hips to align her pussy with my dick.
There’s a faint, lingering smile on her face. Content, dreamy, and utterly unguarded until she leverages her foot behind me against the sissy seat to welcome me into her hot, wet pussy.
Her look falls into a sultry pout, a deep moan slipping past her parted lips when the design of the curved bike and gravity’s force slide me deep and to the end of her channel. I’m deeper than I’ve ever been, thanking the universe and the engineers at BMW for creating a bike specifically made for fucking. Never have I done this before, but now I’m convinced it’s made only for this.
“So fucking deep,” I groan, my eyes eating up the vision of this siren, her hair tumbling over the side, her lips gaping, and a wrinkle between her eyebrows as if she was struggling with how amazing it felt.
“I love it.”
I fucking love it too.
I have never been picky about positions, aiming to try all of them regularly, but I think I’ve found the holy grail. I push her hand away from her body, taking over what should be my job in stroking, plucking, and pinching her delicate flesh.
She tucks it behind her head with the other, letting me regain complete control. My cock twitches, my heart thunders in my chest at her submission.
It’s not just how beautiful she is. How real she seems. Her edges softened by the day we’ve shared. The usual sharpness of her demeanor is replaced with something more rare, vulnerable.
It’s a sight I could get used to. I’m not sure I ever want to look away.
“Fuck me already.”
