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She didn't say anything. Her lips parted slightly, her hands resting against the hood of my car. I took a chance, and ran my hands along her legs, slowly up to her thighs.
“Spread for me, love.”
Her chin fell open, but I saw the moment when her eyes changed. Slowly, she slid her legs open, the heat between us driving me on. I knew from the look on her face, the look in her eyes, that she wanted this as much as I did. She wanted me.
That knowledge drove me on. Ever so slowly, I slid my hands to the inside of her thighs and massaged. Her head fell back, and I heard the faint cry of her pleasure. I smiled, knowing I’d barely done anything to her, and she was already wanton.
Her lace panties were wet by the time I moved one hand over her slit. There was no rushing at this moment. I wanted all of her, every inch of her trembling with desire, wanting me and only me. I rubbed and pressed, forcing the animal within me to stay in that cage until the right moment.
When it got to be too much, Gwen lay back against the hood of the car and surrendered to all I wanted to do. I pulled her down gently, so I had more access to her body as I knelt on the ground. The rocks beneath me could have been on fire at that moment and I wouldn’t have cared.
Every ounce of my being was primed for sex. I wanted to drive into her full force but contained it as I licked, tasted, and kissed a trail up one leg to the apex of her slit and then down the other leg.
Her body was shaking a little, the heat of the engine beneath the hood warm and relaxing as I pressed my hands against it and my lips to her slit. She cried out loudly when I did that. It was mind-blowing how one sound from her could rock me to my core.
I licked her through her underwear, tasting the wet sweetness that was uniquely hers. The primal need to possess, take, give, and make her surrender to only me was coursing powerfully through my veins. When it became too difficult to keep kneeling, as I didn't have enough access to love her, I laid between her spread legs and held her legs down with my hands.
My eyes fell closed, so intoxicated by the taste and feel of her beneath me that I sunk into it like it was the best and final dessert I would ever have in my life. I lapped and sucked, tasted, and tempted, driving harder and longer, pulling back just enough each time she cried loudly.
I wanted her to beg, I wanted there to be no uncertainty in her mind that I wanted her and that we would be good together. It was madness, I knew it, and I knew I was treading into dangerous, unfamiliar waters, and yet still, I went on.
I was driven by my need to tear at her underwear and rip them clean off her body. Worried she would be upset, I looked up at her to find her looking back at me, fascination in her eyes. She bit her lip then, and that was all I needed to know.
I tossed her panties behind me and slid my two fingers into her slick slit. The velvety softness of her body almost made me explode, the sensual moan that escaped her lips as she lay back again made me forget everything else around us.
She was begging, as I hoped, seconds later when I continued to thrust my fingers deep into her slit and used my mouth to drive her crazy.
“Please, James. Please, oh god. This is Madness, please!” Her hands were in my hair, her fingers gripping my hair tightly as she struggled to hold on.
I pulled back just enough to see her lift her head. A flash of anger driven by need appeared in her eyes, and then she lay back in surrender again. “You're the devil!”
I laughed, intrigued by how passionately she’d said those words. “A devil that wants to drive you insane with pleasure. I imagine the best kind of devil.”
“Oh god.” She thrust her hips upwards as I penetrated deeper into her slit and licked her over and over again to build the fire back up.
I couldn’t take too much more. The need and want to drive my shaft deep into her slit was making it hard for me to continue. Like a savage, I pulled her up in my arms and turned so I could sit down.
Wild with want, I sat her atop my lap and penetrated her slit with my shaft, hard and fast. “Oh, James!”
Her arms came around me, and together we clung to each other as I took us both over that edge rapidly and wildly, the wind around us absorbing the sound of our passion. The lustful explosion that tore through my body right after she cried out again was so shocking that I shook and shuddered.
Every muscle in my body was spent as I lay back against my car, glowing in the view of her atop me, panting and moaning, with the backdrop of the city behind her.
As we drove back to the house, she was quiet. I held her hand and tried to focus on where things were going between us. I hadn’t been looking for a relationship when I met, and I was still not even sure what I was looking for romantically in general, considering I didn't have a lot of time for women.
Still, we’d just shared a beautiful and unforgettable moment for me, and I hoped for her.
What is she thinking? What does she want? Does she want a man in her life? Would she be open to a relationship? Could we have one, when we are so different?
So many questions were running through my head. None of them could be answered right now, though, and I was content to just be with her, have her working for me, and see what happened from there.
“Stop!” she spoke up loudly.
Chapter Twelve
Gwen
Isawsomethingmoveon the side of the road. It looked like a cat. As an animal lover and an advocate for animal welfare, I hated the thought that an animal was lost, abandoned, hurt, or in trouble.
