Salvaged
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She obeyed and I had to suck in a breath as all that pretty pink flesh was exposed. She was already slick and soft, her body telling me that it was good with whatever I had planned for it and for her. I skimmed my fingers up the inside of her thigh and lightly tapped her clit with the tip of one. It made her shoulders lift off the hood of the car and had her giving me a pointed look through narrowed eyes. I smiled at her and leaned over her so I could kiss her pursed mouth. She kissed me back but there was a bite to it as I dipped my fingers into her wetness and scissored them open. She groaned and I growled as I started to move my digits in and out of her while circling her clit with my thumb. She went from wet to soaked in seconds and I had to lean my chest against hers to keep her from writhing wildly across the surface of the car.
I pulled one of her pointed nipples into my mouth and sucked, hard, cheeks hollowing out and my tongue lapping at it unrelentingly. She curled her fingers around my biceps and begged me to stop and to keep going all in the same breath. I could feel her body quickening, her heart thundering, and it made my cock twitch. I was still fully dressed and that was the only thing that kept me from ramming myself into her like a rutting bull, but I’d had visions of her bent over the hood, her golden hair cascading over her back and tangled in my hands, her incredible heart-shaped ass bouncing and pushing back into me as I pounded into her from behind for months. She was good at making my dreams come true, even when they were dirty and erotic.
I lifted my head, leaving her nipples far closer to red than rosy from all the blood that rushed into them. She had dark fingerprints on her curved hips from rolling across the floor with me and I’d left marks on the side of her neck and the upper swells of her breasts with my mouth. I should feel bad that I’d been so rough with her, but I didn’t. The marks made me hot, made me want to add even more where only she and I could see them. I’d sucked at the foreplay yesterday, so I was determined to make it up to her this go-around.
I ran my nose down the middle of her body, taking the same path my hand had traveled earlier. I tasted her along the way, stopping when I reached her wet center. I let out a sigh of satisfaction that fluttered across her distended clit and she groaned in response. Keeping my fingers moving in and out of her pulsing, pulling channel, I put my mouth over that sensitive point and circled it with my tongue. The scrape of my teeth across that oh-so-responsive bundle of pleasure had her back arching off the car and her hands clutching at the side of my head. I heard her say my name but I was drowning in the taste and feel of her, my mouth full of her flower and honey flavor, so I didn’t reply.
I licked her faster, thrust my fingers deeper and harder, pushed her legs open wider so that there was no way I could miss any of the delicious and enjoyable reactions she had to what I was doing to her. She glistened from her pleasure and from my mouth. Her eyes were staring somewhere up at the ceiling of the garage but her mouth was open as soft pants puffed out of her lips. One of her hands had left its death grip on my ear and was now moving across her chest. Her elegant, tapered fingers plucked at first one nipple and then the other, moving slowly and deliberately as I continued to feast on her.
I bent lower, lifted one of her legs, and tossed it over my shoulder. I had to put a hand on the hood of the car to brace myself and I shivered as the chill from the metal hit my overheated skin. It was a lot of sensation and it was no wonder she felt like she was about to go off like a rocket. I dragged my tongue the entire length of her, catching every shiver along the way. When I reached her ready opening, she jerked against my face with unrestrained desire as I thrust my tongue inside. She moved against me, wanton and wild, her thigh tightening next to my head and her hand moving into my hair.
“It’s too much, Wheeler.”
The words sounded strangled and breathless. She was going to come on my face and all across my tongue while she was plastered across the hood of a rare, vintage car. It was going to be stunning and it was going to be far from the last time it happened. In fact, I was going to start working it in as a standard part of all my test drives. “It’s not nearly enough, honey.” I hummed the words against her, nibbled on her clit with more force than I typically did, and swallowed her up as she came apart for me. I was never going to get enough of her.
I let her leg drop as I dragged my wet mouth across the soft skin of her tummy, trailing sex and satisfaction as I went. I kissed her belly button and put my hands on either side of her hips so I could push off the car. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. I took one of her limp hands and placed it on the buckle of my belt. I lifted an eyebrow at her and flashed a smile. She pulled herself up into a sitting position with some obvious effort and worked the leather through the fastening until it was free. She carefully pulled my zipper down, my eager cock practically falling into her hands as she did. She smothered her thumb over the already damp slit, circling the head of my dick until I could no longer see straight.
I slid her closer to me until our pelvises touched. My cock was really happy that she was already so wet and warm between her legs, and tried to find its way inside of her like a heat-seeking missile. I swore as the tip worked its way inside of those soft and silky folds. I could die a happy man with nothing more than that, but she was making a fantasy come true for me and I was determined to see it through to the end.
I kissed her pliant mouth and used my hold on her hips to turn her around so that she was facing the car. She gave me a questioning look over her shoulder that was accompanied by lifted eyebrows. I put one hand on the center of her back so I could guide her where I wanted her, facedown, that round ass up and pointed right at me. It made my mouth water and my blood burn. I wrapped her long hair around my hand and gave it a tug so that her head bowed back. I leaned forward to kiss her but got lost in a groan as my cock found its way between the valley of her ass cheeks. I rubbed up and down, lost in how good it felt, wondering if she trusted me enough to take her there when the time was right. That was a whole different fantasy, her bent over one of my builds, letting me take her ass. If I wasn’t careful the thought was going to have this over before it began. There was time for me to savor all of her. We had forever.
“You trust me, remember.” I brushed my hand down her spine and stopped to caress those lush globes where my hard flesh was currently nestled.
“I do trust you but it’s not every day I find myself bent over a ’53 Hudson.”
I pulled one of her pointed nipples into my mouth and sucked, hard, cheeks hollowing out and my tongue lapping at it unrelentingly. She curled her fingers around my biceps and begged me to stop and to keep going all in the same breath. I could feel her body quickening, her heart thundering, and it made my cock twitch. I was still fully dressed and that was the only thing that kept me from ramming myself into her like a rutting bull, but I’d had visions of her bent over the hood, her golden hair cascading over her back and tangled in my hands, her incredible heart-shaped ass bouncing and pushing back into me as I pounded into her from behind for months. She was good at making my dreams come true, even when they were dirty and erotic.
I lifted my head, leaving her nipples far closer to red than rosy from all the blood that rushed into them. She had dark fingerprints on her curved hips from rolling across the floor with me and I’d left marks on the side of her neck and the upper swells of her breasts with my mouth. I should feel bad that I’d been so rough with her, but I didn’t. The marks made me hot, made me want to add even more where only she and I could see them. I’d sucked at the foreplay yesterday, so I was determined to make it up to her this go-around.
I ran my nose down the middle of her body, taking the same path my hand had traveled earlier. I tasted her along the way, stopping when I reached her wet center. I let out a sigh of satisfaction that fluttered across her distended clit and she groaned in response. Keeping my fingers moving in and out of her pulsing, pulling channel, I put my mouth over that sensitive point and circled it with my tongue. The scrape of my teeth across that oh-so-responsive bundle of pleasure had her back arching off the car and her hands clutching at the side of my head. I heard her say my name but I was drowning in the taste and feel of her, my mouth full of her flower and honey flavor, so I didn’t reply.
I licked her faster, thrust my fingers deeper and harder, pushed her legs open wider so that there was no way I could miss any of the delicious and enjoyable reactions she had to what I was doing to her. She glistened from her pleasure and from my mouth. Her eyes were staring somewhere up at the ceiling of the garage but her mouth was open as soft pants puffed out of her lips. One of her hands had left its death grip on my ear and was now moving across her chest. Her elegant, tapered fingers plucked at first one nipple and then the other, moving slowly and deliberately as I continued to feast on her.
I bent lower, lifted one of her legs, and tossed it over my shoulder. I had to put a hand on the hood of the car to brace myself and I shivered as the chill from the metal hit my overheated skin. It was a lot of sensation and it was no wonder she felt like she was about to go off like a rocket. I dragged my tongue the entire length of her, catching every shiver along the way. When I reached her ready opening, she jerked against my face with unrestrained desire as I thrust my tongue inside. She moved against me, wanton and wild, her thigh tightening next to my head and her hand moving into my hair.
“It’s too much, Wheeler.”
The words sounded strangled and breathless. She was going to come on my face and all across my tongue while she was plastered across the hood of a rare, vintage car. It was going to be stunning and it was going to be far from the last time it happened. In fact, I was going to start working it in as a standard part of all my test drives. “It’s not nearly enough, honey.” I hummed the words against her, nibbled on her clit with more force than I typically did, and swallowed her up as she came apart for me. I was never going to get enough of her.
I let her leg drop as I dragged my wet mouth across the soft skin of her tummy, trailing sex and satisfaction as I went. I kissed her belly button and put my hands on either side of her hips so I could push off the car. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. I took one of her limp hands and placed it on the buckle of my belt. I lifted an eyebrow at her and flashed a smile. She pulled herself up into a sitting position with some obvious effort and worked the leather through the fastening until it was free. She carefully pulled my zipper down, my eager cock practically falling into her hands as she did. She smothered her thumb over the already damp slit, circling the head of my dick until I could no longer see straight.
I slid her closer to me until our pelvises touched. My cock was really happy that she was already so wet and warm between her legs, and tried to find its way inside of her like a heat-seeking missile. I swore as the tip worked its way inside of those soft and silky folds. I could die a happy man with nothing more than that, but she was making a fantasy come true for me and I was determined to see it through to the end.
I kissed her pliant mouth and used my hold on her hips to turn her around so that she was facing the car. She gave me a questioning look over her shoulder that was accompanied by lifted eyebrows. I put one hand on the center of her back so I could guide her where I wanted her, facedown, that round ass up and pointed right at me. It made my mouth water and my blood burn. I wrapped her long hair around my hand and gave it a tug so that her head bowed back. I leaned forward to kiss her but got lost in a groan as my cock found its way between the valley of her ass cheeks. I rubbed up and down, lost in how good it felt, wondering if she trusted me enough to take her there when the time was right. That was a whole different fantasy, her bent over one of my builds, letting me take her ass. If I wasn’t careful the thought was going to have this over before it began. There was time for me to savor all of her. We had forever.
“You trust me, remember.” I brushed my hand down her spine and stopped to caress those lush globes where my hard flesh was currently nestled.
“I do trust you but it’s not every day I find myself bent over a ’53 Hudson.”
