Chapter 29
As soon as I see him, exposed and in the open air, I almost let go and twang his pants back against him. That is some damned anaconda he’s carrying down there. No word of a lie, the man is packing a python par excellence.
His grin widens. My breath sucks all the way in and my eyes pop wide as he slides his two long middle fingers straight up into me. I can hardly breathe. He’s pushing through my folds like he knows them from way back.
My walls flutter and slip as they try to get a grip on him. I lean over and stretch my neck. He’s still laughing as he plants the tenderest, filthiest kiss on my lips, tearing out the life of my soul and completely ignoring the road as he does it.
Now I’ve got a grip on him. I steal his trick and, while I squeeze the hot trunk of his hard cock, firm and tight, I slip the fingers of my other hand down. After I get the feel of his balls and I find out how to make him twitch from there, I slide a finger into his ass.
He lets out a moan. At last, I have some satisfaction. There, boy. His head goes back. You get what you deserve for opening that frontier.
“You have two hands,” he groans. “This is not an even match.”
“Hah!” I pull down on his skin, feeling all of his ridges, fattened and swollen with hot blood. I’m wondering what would happen if I got the taste of him right in my mouth. If I slid my lips over that meatpole and took the whole damned hotdog into my mouth like a greedy girl.
My lips tremble and my mouth is sluiced with sweet tasting saliva.
What would happen if I worked my way to the hilt of him, and rolled and tugged with my throat muscles, and stayed there, pumping and gasping, spilling sweet, thin saliva all over him, sliding my tongue along him and under him, pulling my cheeks in and just gobbling and feasting until I got that trigger taste, until I got the big go signal and them milked him with my mouth until he went off like a fire hydrant?
Life is all about questions like those.
What if I slurped every hot, thick, salty gushing blast of him until I sucked his balls dry?
Would the airbag save me he if he smashed the car into a wall?
He’s damned dextrous with those strong fingers. I’m having trouble keeping my concentration as he whips up the need in my wet wings. My over-eager walls tremble into a frenzy of slick velvet yearning. I have to fight to stay up on top of rolling and rising ocean waves as they crest inside me, ready to break.
I don’t even have the safety net of ‘I can’t.’ I never knew before how much easier that made the choice. This man, this beautiful beast, this magnificent monster, is the one and only man that I can safely let go with.
I can do anything with him. Do I really need to hold back at all?
Yes, I do. My life could depend on it.
But it’s harder now than it ever was before, and it’s even harder still to keep remembering why.
“If I suck your cock, will you crash the car and kill us?”
His fingers push harder and faster into me, and I’m feeling a shake deep down that’s getting ready to boil. He looks in my eyes, and I want to kiss the face right off him. His voice is slow and thickening as he says, “Is there a right and a wrong answer to that?”
I shrug. “No.”
I grip his hot cock as hard as I can, and I pull and pull. “I’m going to do it anyway.”
“Are you?” His fingers know their way around me. Concentration is hard. So is he.
As I move my mouth closer to him, I’m breathing the scent of his darkest place. His chemical signal. Part testosterone, but mixed with something that’s purely him.
I can feel my breath against my hand.
He evidently feels it against his cock as we hurtle way over the limit through the night.
He shouts. “God! God, yes.”