“Nice,” he repeated, faintly.
I pouted at him. “It’s hard to be satisfied when I could have so much… more.”
He leaned over, moving my hand aside to replace it with his own. He circled my nipple with his thumb. I smiled, arching into it.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
I flicked my gaze down to the front of his pants where his dick was straining against the fabric. I reached out to lightly run my fingers along the bulges, making him hiss.
I licked my lips. “I was thinking of riding you again.”
“Steering wheel might get in the way.”
“That’s why they let you scoot the seat back,” I said chidingly and sighed as he switched from one breast to the other. I had come down completely from my earlier orgasm and now felt the slow anticipatory warmth as I started to climb back up again.
“How do you want it?” he asked again, this time with a bite of impatience.
I smiled, slow and sultry. “It’s a nice view. Seems to be a shame to waste it. What I want,” I said, biting the word, “is for you to fuck me from behind. Here and now.” I did a little mental cheer as his breath caught in his throat.
“I thought you said you didn’t want anyone to see you.”
“Better make it snappy, then.”
“Oh, I’ll make it snappy.” He growled.
I laughed as I got out of the car. He practically raced around and pulled me into a kiss, pushing me up against the expensive vehicle.
My dress was still unzipped from the front, but I made no move to shrug it off. As he kissed me, Hunter’s hands slipped up the hem of my dress to pull my panties down. I did a little shimmy to help them fall free.
“Come on,” I murmured, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’d better make me get off before a minivan full of sightseeing seniors pulls up to view the river.”
He made a face. “That’s a mental image.” But he seemed to have no issue with it as he turned me around and shoved me against the car.
I spread my legs wide. This was so hot and dirty—anyone could drive up on us. I loved it.
Hunter flipped up the hem of my dress over my back to expose my bare ass. I heard the zip and the crinkle of foil as he put on a condom.
“No really, take your time. Not waiting to get off or anything,” I teased. Inside, my pussy was already clenching. I couldn’t wait to feel that hot shaft drive into me.
“You want it fast?” he asked, his voice way too casual for my liking.
“I want it good,” I snapped. “You think you can give it to me?”
His hand came down in a quick crack across my bottom. I jumped and then moaned and, in the next moment, felt the head of his thick cock press against my pussy.
He pushed in, taking me hard. I gasped, and my next breath came out in a grunt as he pulled out and rammed back in, hitting the exact spot that made my toes curl.
I moaned, wanton as he fucked with a quick, brutal pace. My breasts bounced, brushing lightly against the cool metal of the car, and my ears were filled with the sound of the rushing river water and the slap of his skin against mine.
I didn’t know whether it was the excitement, the thrill of being discovered at any moment, or the glorious mountain air. Hunter took me higher and higher with every delicious thrust of his hips into me.
Orgasm hit me in a delicious rush. I cried out, my nails scratching the paint. I think I might have scared some birds from the trees.
Hunter came a few moments after with a tug on my hair that had me clenching anew around him.
My breathing slowed as we disentangled, and I fixed my clothes.
Hunter looked slightly dazed.
