I moaned beneath his mouth and opened my lips, inviting his tongue inside. As we explored each other’s mouths, I was aware his hands had moved from my shoulders down my back to my hips. My body started to move in a writhing, sensuous dance against his, letting him know that I was turned on. The movement of his cock against my lower belly sent my senses spinning out of control. I fought the urge to reach down and touch him.
As if guessing what was going through my mind, he reached for my hand and brought it to his zipper. The length and hardness of his shaft caused a stream of volcanic heat to flow through my blood, and that’s how I felt, as if I were going to erupt. I began to tremble with hunger. I rubbed and caressed his cock, wishing that we were naked and at a place where we could give in to the overwhelming lust governing my emotions. Joe’s deep groan encouraged me to continue touching him, which I did with brazen abandon.
“I can’t wait to get inside your cunt,” he rasped, kissing and biting my neck. His hands found their way to my ass, where he caressed and palmed it, pulling me even closer against him. “If I didn’t think we’d be interrupted I’d fuck you right here, right now.” His confession made me feel giddy with power.
What woman didn’t like knowing that she was driving a man crazy enough to forget public protocol? I felt his hands against the backs of my thighs, at the hem of my skirt, and then he was slowly pulling it up. I gasped at the tickling sensation the light caress of his fingertips left behind. As his passion grew, so did mine. I reached for his belt buckle with the intention of undoing his jeans so I had access to his cock. Without warning, Joe broke our heated kiss.
“Hell, no!” He shuddered against me. “I’ll never make it if you touch me now, and fucking you for the first time in a parking lot isn’t what I have in mind.” I felt his lips moving against my forehead, and his heart pounding wildly against mine. “Come on, birthday girl.” He opened the car door and assisted me inside.