Chapter 19 #2
I stop, letting her take it in. She steps closer. Her hand hovers over the smooth surface of a sprawling phoenix painted in shades of gold and crimson. Its wings flare wide, and its feathers shimmer like flames against the gray stone. Below it, a quote is scrawled in bold, black script.
Rise again, no matter the fall.
Her fingers trail just above the paint, careful not to touch, her breath hitching in the quiet.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, the words almost lost to the wind.
“I discovered this hiking with my physical therapist. He thought the uneven terrain would be good for building my stability muscles, and then we found this. It’s sort of my mantra.”
“It suits you, especially after. . .”
She turns to look at me, her eyes soft, and something about how she says it pulls tight at my chest. I squeeze her hand, grateful for the moment but not wanting to linger too long in the fading light. The descent is already challenging.
“It’s getting dark,” I murmur, letting her have another moment before guiding us back toward the trail.
The descent is quieter, the fading light filtering through the trees, casting everything in a dusky glow. She stays close, her hand firm in mine, neither of us saying much as we retrace our steps to my bike.
“This day, Iz,” I start to say, closing in on her and angling her back against the side of the bike. My hands settle at her waist, needing to communicate something of what I’m feeling. “It’s been perfect.”
She doesn’t respond, but her lips part slightly.
Her breath mingles with mine until she closes the distance with a tug on my clothes.
Her lips smash against mine in an unexpected desperation.
I thought it would be sweet, given the way she was looking at me.
But no, this reminds me of the first time when I fucked her roughly from behind on my bike.
Does she want a repeat?
Kokami.
If I could be so fucking lucky.
I tilt my head, intending to deepen it when she pushes me back. Her face is more hidden in the shadow of the overhanging trees. For a split second, I wonder if I said the wrong thing, was too mushy or clingy, something I didn’t mean to do.
“What—”
Then I realize her fingers quickly strip her clothes, hanging her top and bra over the handlebars. She shudders. Her hands tug at her boots, letting them fall to the patchy asphalt parking lot.
“Fuck me on your bike.”
She’s moving so quickly that her jeans slip past her knees, her hand splayed on the seat for leverage as she tugs them over her bare feet. Her eyes find mine. For a second, it feels like the world around us has disappeared. No noise, no distractions, just her, standing naked before me.
I tilt my head and prowl toward her, giving her every opportunity to pull away. She doesn’t. Her hands lift to rest on my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. Her touch makes me hornier as I press my lips to hers.
The kiss starts softly.
A tentative meeting of mouths but deepens quickly.
Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer.
I oblige, sliding a hand up her back to hold her firmly against me.
She tastes sweet, bold, and dangerous for initiating sex in a public place.
Something that was my thing and is quickly becoming the norm with us.
She walks me back against the bike without interrupting our kiss, my hands roaming freely over her chilled flesh. I know she needs me to warm her. Only when her hands clutch the motorcycle does she pull away, a wicked smile spreads across her face as she climbs atop.
“Kokami.”
“Kokami indeed, Diego. Now hurry and undress.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m practically ripping off my clothes as I memorize every detail of this Mona Lisa laid out before me.
Her body molds to the sleek curves of the machine, with her back against the gas tank.
A leg bend with her foot resting on the seat, the other dangling over the side, just above the ground.
Her tight pink nipples rise and fall with her heavy pants.
One hand strokes her skin, roaming from an ample breast and drifting toward her mound.
The other cradles her head, her fingers tangled in her hair.
My cock is carbon hard, straining violently as I lean over to untie my boots, kicking them off to finish stripping. Yesterday was leisurely, relaxed, and slow. Tonight will be none of those things.
I carefully swing my leg over, capturing her foot and moving it over my thigh before lifting her hips to align her pussy with my dick.
There’s a faint, lingering smile on her face. Content, dreamy, and utterly unguarded until she leverages her foot behind me against the sissy seat to welcome me into her hot, wet pussy.
Her look falls into a sultry pout, a deep moan slipping past her parted lips when the design of the curved bike and gravity’s force slide me deep and to the end of her channel.
I’m deeper than I’ve ever been, thanking the universe and the engineers at BMW for creating a bike specifically made for fucking.
Never have I done this before, but now I’m convinced it’s made only for this.
“So fucking deep,” I groan, my eyes eating up the vision of this siren, her hair tumbling over the side, her lips gaping, and a wrinkle between her eyebrows as if she was struggling with how amazing it felt.
“I love it.”
I fucking love it too.
I have never been picky about positions, aiming to try all of them regularly, but I think I’ve found the holy grail. I push her hand away from her body, taking over what should be my job in stroking, plucking, and pinching her delicate flesh.
She tucks it behind her head with the other, letting me regain complete control. My cock twitches, my heart thunders in my chest at her submission.
It’s not just how beautiful she is. How real she seems. Her edges softened by the day we’ve shared. The usual sharpness of her demeanor is replaced with something more rare, vulnerable.
It’s a sight I could get used to. I’m not sure I ever want to look away.
“Fuck me already.”
Her impatient whine does little to encourage me to move. I’m trying not to blow my load, trying to memorize her, and trying not to fall in love at the same time. If she only knew.
The skin on her thighs rubs against me seductively, sending shivers down my spine. She pushes against the seat, moving slowly and grinding against me to get things started.
“Shit, Iz.”
The intensity of everything is overwhelming.
Regardless, my palms move to her hips. My fingers wrap around to control the pace and pressure as I begin to slowly move.
The angle is incredible. The curve of my cock drags across her walls and coats me with wetness.
My thrusts are slow, appreciating the view of her, the feel of her warm pussy, and this near out-of-body experience.
“This perfect body. This perfect hole. Those fucking lips. I could fuck you like this forever.”
It’s a lie.
I couldn’t.
Even if I want to.
I’m struggling to hold back and hold off to make this perfect for both of us. My bike remains motionless, secured with our combined weight, the sturdy kickstand, and my feet planted firmly on each side. My hips rock forward, sending me deep, eliciting a gasp and roll back, allowing her to breathe.
I’m transfixed.
The rhythm is too good yet allows for the perfect climb toward both our orgasms. It’s steady and building, increasing in pace until she’s fucking me back harder than I am her.
“Then fuck me forever, Diego. Ever and ever and ever.”
She’s so far gone.
Her eyes blur in bliss.
Her stomach hollows and pushes her tits toward the sky.
Elongating her body to draw me out, then slamming down on my cock.
I don’t know who’s fucking who, but the combination is deadly to my balls, smashing them against my seat while causing them to tingle with held cum.
It’s beautiful to watch and almost painful to experience.
Her soaking wet walls clinch and her back arches from the tank.
Her mouth falls into an intense “oh.” Her entire body is tight. Her hands fly out to lock onto my wrists.
“Right there.”
My fingers reflectively clench.
My dick shoves harder and faster, chasing her orgasm to the end of the cliff and watching her body and face fall into ecstasy. Her pussy strangles my cock, an unimaginable feeling washing over me.
She’s boneless, falling back against the bike. Her eyes close, and she rides out the rough thrusting of my cock. I keep my stroking the same until I’m sure she’s done and her hands have fallen over the side of her body.
When I lean forward, clutching the handlebars and violently changing the angle, her eyes fly open in shock.
“Oh god, yes,” she hisses.
Her hands wrap around my neck, locking me in place and trembling with intensity. Our foreheads meet, and breaths mingle as I’m buried to the hilt. Her muscles clench, mini pulses from her orgasm luring mine forward from the dark depths of my groin.
I fuck her wild and recklessly.
Primal and raw.
Her lean body absorbs everything, meeting me with the same intensity until we both push, shake, and steal what we want and need from each other.
She comes with a scream across the wind.
I come with a gutted groan.
My eyes close. My lips suffocate her mouth as her pussy suffocates my cock.
We’re a clash of tongue and teeth, competing to take the upper hand as her grinding and my thrusting rock to a much slower pace.
Our moans trap in each other’s bodies, sucking and nipping at each other until breath becomes a priority, and she rips her lips away.
Her arms loosen from around my neck and fall to her side, her pussy still stuffed with my cock. She smiles as if she didn’t just steal my soul away.
I’m gone for her.
Kokami.