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by A.J. Heard
could tell you were pleased by my outfit. The way your eyes
Slowly traveled admiringly from my ankles to my hair. The
Loose skirt would give you easy access, my top would come
off quick and smooth.
I don't want to wait. In my imagination our lips gently touch,
My tongue slipping between yours, tickling the walls of your
Mouth, counting the taste buds on your tongue, while little
Bites allow me to remember the taste of your lips.
I squirm a bit in my seat as your hand moves to rest on my thigh
And a soft moan greets you, my hips flexing, a silent urging. You
Slide your hand farther up and stop, I whimper in hot frustration.
Turning to face you I slide my hand across your abdomen and
Down to your furry jungle where I can get lost forever, your wiry
Curls hiding ferocious beasts, passion and need.
I start to lean forward, but I am stopped by your tanned arm,
Pushing me back against the door pulling my leg up to rest my
Foot on the seat, while your hand returns to It's pilgrimage up
My thigh. At last one brave finger reaches my swollen lips and
Hesitates on discovering nothing, betwixt you and me.
Long fingers slide between to test the wetness, you bring them up
To my surprised mouth, rubbing them across my lips till I open for
You. Me. Sweet/salty taste. You. Smile as you watch me, my tongue
Taking licks, long enough for you to imagine the feel of it against
Your hardened muscle, metronome of desire.
Then you enter me, again, as I sing my moans louder, as I lay, legs
Spread, open for your display. Gripping the edge of the seat, my
Body tenses to come and your hand moves away all by it's self and
You speak for the first time since the start of this.
"Finish it"
Looking you full in the face I take my hand and trail it over my
Chest and down to the emptiness between my thighs teasing my small,
Hard sentinel, awake and at attention.
I can feel it building just below my surface as I start to tremble, muscle
Clinches on my fingers and I move, a stringed bow crying out for you
The arrow, as the pearly essence of my lust flows from me. You pull
Over to the side of the road, not caring who can see. You want me, now.
Getting out, your long legs eat the ground, moving you in a blink
To my side of the truck. Reaching forward and unbuttoning your
Jeans I hastily pull them down as you push up my skirt, impatience
In every movement, exposing me once again for your indulgence.
Pleasure squirts between the fingers of my awareness as grabbing
Me by my generous hips you pull me forward to the edge of the cold
Leather seat, pausing for one eternal second then shooting that arrow
Home, over and over. I feel your body stiffen and you gather me to
You so tightly my body gives up breathing as first in importance.
Our voices mingle, counterpoint to each, as we collapse on the seat.
I notice the slight smile on your face, it never leaves even when we
Get to the hotel and your eyes look at me as you reach to get the
Luggage, and you whisper, "Just wait till I get you to the room".
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