Midnight Ride

He was the kind of man that exuded sex.

From the soft and damp dirty blonde hair that I loved to tug while his tongue explored my mouth, to the firm and tender thighs that always quivered when my mouth replaced my hands.

His lips were the worst.

Devilish things they did while they sucked and teased at my nipples and the sensitive skin surrounding them.

He had me straddling his lap now, my thighs resting comfortably at his hips while he tried to keep his eyes on the road and his fingers inside me. He was good at that. Doing two things at once. Sometimes more.

"Jesus darlin'. You're dripping," he said in his low but demanding voice while his fingers flicked and rubbed, flicked and rubbed, teasing and pressing.

"And it's all your fault," I informed him, smiling against his ear while I reached for his belt, my hands fixing to bring his hard and long member out of his briefs.

I loved the moment right before he felt my hands around him. I could feel his body already starting to react, preparing itself for everything it was about to endure. I also loved to hear him moan beneath me as the desperation his fingers seemed to have increased their pace inside me. With every stroke of my hand on his shaft, he slipped in another finger, rubbing, pressing at my clit.

My thumb worked its magic on his swollen tip, rubbing excruciatingly slow. I grinned as I felt him grind into my hand, his need for me was growing and it needed to reach its peak. But not just yet.

I removed my hands away from his thick shaft as I slid against his wet fingers. The vibration of the car as it sped on the freeway fueled my adrenaline, causing me to wrap my hands around him again. When his hips jerked into me as a reaction to my hand stroking, and my fingers running slow across his tip, I could feel his body tighten. It was ready for me. Ready to be taken. Ready to be owned by pleasure and desire.

I kept stroking until his breathing got heavy and his stomach felt rigid.

The car went faster as I replaced his fingers with his hardened shaft and I slowly slid down onto him. We both moaned in unison, enjoying the instant combinations of need and hunger, desire, and impatience. My hands gripped his strong and broad shoulders as we pressed and slid, thrusted and pushed into each other.

I could feel his large and rugged hands on my behind as he pulled me into him hard, causing me to gasp out loud. His hands quickly returned to the steering wheel and I tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck, which made his hips crash into mine rapidly with desperation.

He swelled even more inside me as my slick walls clung on to him, milking him as he slid in as deep as I allowed him to.

Once I managed to roll my hips, and thrust hard upwards, causing his shaft to pulsate and my clit to throb, it was all it took for both of us to cry out, reaching the ultimate high.

We caught our breath then.

The pace of the car matched our thrusts, slowly coming to a stop at an exit.

"Have you had enough yet?" I asked the handsome man who was currently still inside me. The low rumble of his laughter vibrated against my sensitive skin and caused a hazy smile to form on my lips.

"You feel that?..." he asked huskily as I felt his shaft grow thicker against my wet walls. "Does that answer your question?" he added, causing me to grin with satisfaction. He was still hungry, and I had more than enough energy and stamina to feed his appetite. I dipped my fingers into his hair, tugging onto it when he lifted his hips and the tip of his shaft brushed my g-spot briefly when his foot hit the gas pedal and forced me to grind into him.

I didn't care where he planned on taking me tonight. I just knew it was going to be a night full of orgasms.

With every step on the gas pedal, he mimicked the notion with a quick hip thrust and by the time we got to his newly bought farmhouse, I was about to come again. But of course, he wasn't ready for me to do so just yet. He killed the engine to his car and opened the door, lifted me up against him as he held me close to his chest. I hurried to unbutton his flannel shirt, trailing kisses down his slightly hairy chest and brought the sleeves down his toned biceps and forearms. His skin was on fire and I smiled because I knew I was partially to blame for it. He took his shirt, and placed it around his neck as he carried me up to his front porch. It didn't look like there were any neighbors for miles but there was still a patch of woods behind his house, which could hold the occasional deer hunter. It didn't matter. They could watch and have one hell of a show.

He used his shirt and threw it onto the floor of the porch, placing me gently against the fabric. Licking my lips, his eyes held mine as he finished stripping himself of the rest of his clothes. His shaft was thick, long, still wet from my own juices and I couldn't wait to taste him again. My clit throbbed painfully when he shook his finger at me and he finally brought himself down on top of me. I felt one of his hands cup my aching soaked folds, slipping one finger in, causing me to groan into the summer night.

My body responded quickly to the flickering of his fingers, writhing against his palm and I bit my lower lip when I watched him kiss his way down to my lower stomach, his tongue licking at my skin, my body moving against the scruff on his cheeks. It only made me want him even more. I pulled at his hair when his tongue finally met my pulsating nub, barely able to contain myself from coming into his mouth. He took his time, and he knew I hated that. My body clearly wanted some release. It was curving, my back arching with every lick of his tongue, every flicker of desire he sparked inside me. If he intended to drive me into madness, he was doing a great job.

I could feel him smile against the tender flesh of my inner thigh when he kissed it and I wanted to glare at him for being such a tease but when his lips went back in between my legs, I forgave him. He used his tongue and his lips to suck and swirl at my sensitive clit faster, his tongue dipping deeper inside me, causing my body to convulse against his face, my juices to flow straight into his mouth. He licked me dry, then raised his head up, kissing his way up to my lips. I tasted myself on him and only turned me on more. Smiling into his lips, I flipped us over, holding his hands hostage above his head. He grinned, his pupils dilated from the lingering effects of his hunger towards me.

He knew exactly what was in store for him and nothing turned me on more than a man who had no problem letting me take over the ride.