Page 104 of Riding the Curve

“Holy hell,” she breathes, and my lips twitch upward. All laughter fades, however, when I peel down her leggings to find she’s not wearing any panties either.

Henley bent over on my car, wearing nothing but her hunter green Converse and her leggings dangling around her ankles will live rent-free in my head forever.

“Hen,” I growl against the smooth skin of her thigh, tearing the leggings free from her limbs. “You’ve been completely bare this whole damn time?”

Her head hangs to the side as she tries to catch her breath. She clamps her teeth over her bottom lips and nods.

A dark grin spreads across my lips as I go back to kissing my way up her thighs. My palms hold her trembling thighs apart as I press my mouth against her slit.

“Oh my god,” she cries.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.”

She tastes exactly like I’ve always dreamed about. In fact, it’s a million times more than I’d imagined. If she lets me, I will happily spend the rest of my days between her thighs.

Just the thought spurs me on as I begin to consume her entirely.

Flattening my tongue, I languidly lap between her silt, dipping inside her sensitive core. She rises on her tippy-toes, and I peek to see her fingers gripping the back of the car, trying her best not to slip. I slam her back against my mouth, sliding two fingers inside at the same time.

“Em . . . I don’t know if I—It’s so . . .”

As my fingers pump in and out of her, I feel her walls begin to tighten around them. “You can, you’re so close, baby. You’re doing so well.”

She moans into her arm as I add another finger and curl them all. Just as I press down on her swollen clit with my other hand and tug.

Henley shatters completely. And it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

As she catches her breath, I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Henley looks over her shoulder just as I release my painfully hard shaft. As it stands at attention, her gaze simmers with lust. Unconsciously, her tongue jets out to wet her bottom lip, and I lose it.

I wrap her braid around my hand and thrust into her all in one go.

“Holy fuck⁠—”

“Oh my god⁠—”

We both groan out at the same time.

“Trouble,” I hiss, as her walls clamp around me. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Then, do it hard and fast . . . baby.”

When she turns her head and grins, I fall in love with her all over again.

“Hold on tight.”

I slide out slowly, then slam back into her.

Over and over, I rock against her, until I begin to feel the high building deep within me. I release her braid and grasp both of her hips. I pick up my pace, her hips matching mine with every thrust. She’s squeezing me so hard, her whole body is quivering.

“I’m . . . so close,” she gasps.

“Me too,” I pant, sweat dripping down my brow.

My fingers dig tighter into her hips, and I dive as deep as I possibly can. Reaching around to apply pressure where she needs it most. “Let go, Hen.”

As if she just needed to hear my words, she comes with such a force it has me quickly following. Henley slumps against the back of the Porsche and I lean against her as we fall from our high.

“That was . . . I have no words.” She lets out a breathy laugh.