I reached down and pulled his shorts up, tucking his stiffening member back away. “We'll save that for later,” I said.
“Anything you want,” he repeated.
He awkwardly scrambled to get his trousers done up again, then opened the vehicle's door. The air outside was surprisingly chilly compared to the heat we'd generated inside. Our windows were foggy.
He kissed me on the lips tenderly, then closed the door and walked around to his side.
I moved my seat upright again and turned my head to watch him as he walked up to his door. He had the biggest smile on his face.
Part 2: His Place
Trevor's place was way out in the 'burbs and I teased him about being a country boy.
When we pulled up to his place, I understood why he didn't live in the cramped city where my parents did.
He didn't have a straight-in driveway, but one of those crescent-shaped paths that circled around lush landscaping, all lit by gold-hued lanterns. Some lights in the house flickered on as we parked.
“Is someone home?” I asked.
“It's on a sensor,” he said.
“Your house is computerized?”
He turned and gave me a look that said he was proud of his house. “I get to try things out for the real estate development business, and they're a tax write-off, but … I'd do these things even if it weren't something that made me money.” The truck was stopped, parked, and he turned off the ignition and reached for his door handle. “Life is for enjoying.”
He stepped out and I unbuckled my seat belt and waited for him to appear at my side, my loins tickling with the thought of touching him some more, of slipping my hands under his shirt and feeling all that great chest hair and those muscles.
He opened the door and scooped me up roughly, which made me squeal with excitement. He didn't set me down, but kicked the truck door shut with one big foot and carried me all the way into the house.
Inside, I tried to look around at the place for more clues about Trevor, but as I gazed up at the chandelier in the foyer, he kissed my neck as his hands roamed around my body.
His touch was incredible, and I wanted him all over me.
He clutched me and nibbled on my ear as his fingertips traced up and down the curve of my back. His touch was so manly, so heavenly. His voice low and sexy, thick with desire, he said, “Do you want something to drink? I have beer, wine, I even have some of those fruity things girls like. Ciders.”
“Maybe later.” I reached behind me to the button on my pencil skirt, unfastened it and the zipper, and shimmied out of my skirt. Right there in his brightly-lit foyer.
He leaned back and took an appreciative look. I was in my tights now, and I was feeling cute, but a bit ridiculous. I kicked off my ballet flats.
Trevor stepped back and kicked off his shoes. He slipped off his leather jacket and let it fall to the tile floor, then clicked something on a panel on the wall.
The light shifted, from bright to dim, and soft music began to play.
“Come here,” he said, patting his hips. “Come jump on me.”
I ran toward him and jumped up. He caught me easily, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the welcoming hard bulge of his crotch, so near, and separated by only a few thin layers of clothing.
He ran his hands up and down my thighs, squeezing my ass and thrusting his pelvis against mine. I moaned and fluttered my eyes as our centers made contact.
I said, “Bedroom?”
He turned me around and set me on a table next to a lamp. He ground into me as he undid his belt.
“Can't wait,” he said.
I stopped his hands and said, “Bedroom. Please tell me you have an enormous bed.”
“King size.”
With one arm still around his neck, I reached the other hand down and stroked his erection. “King size.”
He kissed me and easily hoisted me off the side table, the lamp wobbling from the movement but not falling.
He carried me, wrapped around him, up the stairs and down a hall, into the master bedroom.
The bed wasn't made, and there were clothes on the floor. The closet door was open, but other than that, the room was a dream, like a great hotel suite, with plenty of space and an enormous poster-frame bed.
He threw me down on the bed and followed, on hands and knees above me.
I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest. I tweaked one nipple and found it was tight and hard. I stroked down his stomach, which was not skinny, but just right.
A thought popped into my head and I went with it. “Growl for me,” I said.
“Rowrrrr.”
“Louder.”
“Grrrrr.”
He grabbed the waistband of my tights and yanked them down. My panties went with them, exposing my pu**y suddenly.
“Grrrrr,” he said, and he bent my legs up. From my knees down, I was still caught up in the tights, bound, but he folded my legs over my head and was already in me with one finger, and licking away at my pu**y, his tongue driving hard between the folds to lick my special nub.
I would normally have been self-conscious in this position, exposing everything from my cl*t to my bum, yet the pleasure and excitement overrode those feelings in a rush of lust.
He was eating away at me, licking and massaging, and I was a whimpering puddle of desire, holding onto my knees and letting them part as much as they could so he could get at me better. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, but mainly right where he was, between my legs.
The feeling of orgasm started to build, with heat.
He growled again, into my pu**y, still devouring me. He slid two fingers in and out, probing and thrusting.
My walls clutched at him and I thrust at him, desperately. I moaned, closed my eyes, and let it happen.
The pleasure washed over me like the wave of an ocean, and I relaxed, utterly, and succumbed to it.
As my walls shuddered in ecstasy around his fingers, he slowed, licked a little more, then said, “Damn.”
After I let out a great sigh, he let go of my legs. They were weak and floppy, and I knew I had a giddy look on my face, but I didn't care.
He yanked away at my tights, finally pulling them all the way off.
Then he lay with his body between my legs and he helped me get off my shirt and my bra.
“You have amazing tits,” he said.
He shifted his body up and eagerly fondled and caressed my br**sts, nibbling and sucking on each nipple. The pressure of him sucking on them sent a flash of heat through me, and I was ready to go, wanting his c**k inside me more than ever before.
Now I was na**d and he was not.
As he kissed my br**sts, tonguing my ni**les with electric sensation, I helped him get his shirt off.