The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 17: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (22 page)

He bent his head and put his tongue in the hollow of her neck, and licked in a circular motion, feeling the vibration of her moans, her breath on the hot tip of his tongue. Jane moved her hips frantically against his hand, wanting to force his fingers deep inside her, wanting to feel him deep inside, at the core of her, but again he pulled away, taking away her control. Jane grimaced, growling in frustration, her tiny fists raining down on his shoulders. He picked her up then, in one fell swoop, and she continued to hit him, but he carried her as if he was not feeling a thing, and deposited her on the hood of the car.

He pushed gently on her shoulders and she fell back. His hands were on her silk panties and he slid them easily down her long, long legs. They fell into the dirt, and he slowly slid his hands up and up her legs, wrapping around the backs of her calves, behind her knees, sliding around to the inside of the knees, her thighs. She could feel the warm hood of the car, the metal smooth and hot beneath her bare ass, her bare pussy, touching the heat of the metal feeling wonderful and burning at the same time. She could feel her juice running out onto the hood of the car, making it slick beneath her.

The car was a slate grey Chrysler Sebring, and the hood had a raised center ridge. Jane was positioned on the hood so that the ridge, warm from the sun, rested in the cleft between her buttocks — and her labia. She could feel the hard ridge pushing up into her moist slit and she sighed and moved her hips gently, her wetness making the hot metal slick. She moved back and forth, letting the ridge glide between her pussy lips and bump against her clitoris. Darcy put his hot hands on her bare hips and let her pleasure herself — for a moment.

He reached around behind her and unzipped her skirt, and Jane leaned back and let him slide it down her legs. He unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra and slid it off her. She arched her back, her pink nipples poking up toward the blue sky. Darcy leaned over her and brushed his tongue over each one, then stood, exposing her to the breeze which felt degrees colder on the wet peaks, causing them to contract and become harder, more erect.

She felt as if they were straining toward him, and she arched again, begging him wordlessly for his mouth. He responded, bending and licking the buds gently, then becoming more rough, his teeth teasing them, and they rose higher, became red, swollen, all of her swollen, her labia, her clit, her nipples straining up toward him.

But still he was controlled, moving slowly, at his own pace, ignoring her moans, her pleading, her tight words. He stood, gazing down at her, her skin white and hot under the sun, her nipples so dark they were nearly lavender with wanting, and her sex, it was deep rose, the clit poking up like a little cock from between the lips of her pussy, pushing toward him.

Jane ached with wanting. How could he ignore her words, her pleading, her commands? His eyes on her skin felt hot, like a searchlight, scorching her, melting her, his hands were gentle and frantic and painful and lovely all at once. She felt as if all her being were on fire at once, her skin, her mouth, her eyes, her pussy, on fire with wanting.

He pulled her up then, and positioned her hands on his shoulders. He stood between her legs and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked into her eyes. He did not speak, but slid his hands down her back, slowly, staring, finally resting them on her hips. He took over for her, then, using his hands like pistons, sliding her back and forth, riding the ridge of the hood, gliding on her juices, increasing speed, then slowing, increasing, slowing until Jane thought she would go mad.

Just when she thought she could not bear another second, he stopped abruptly, pushed her back and sank his mouth on her swollen, pulsing cunt, running his tongue up the slit, now hot from the metal hood of the car, from her longing, from her dripping honey.

He licked and kissed it like it was a mouth, running the tip of his tongue around and around the swollen button head of her clitoris, and it reddened and swelled even more, a little cum weeping from the top, which he lapped off like it was sweet cream. Jane could barely breathe, and when he pushed his fingers into her, his mouth wrapped, sucking, on her clit she cried out, exploding, her cum coating his fingers, his lips, his chin.

She lay back quivering, the hot sun shining its rays on her tender nipples, her belly, and Darcy, like a mother cat, continued lapping her cunt with his tongue, as if cleaning her, licking and sucking all her shining honey from the lips of her labia, gently teasing the cum from her springy curls, and the gentleness of the licking and probing, the care he showed her on her most tender of places, when he came back again to her clit and sucked again, she shuddered, crying, tears leaking from her eyes, her hands going to his head, holding him to her, and he let his mouth rest, sucking gently like a baby on the head of the clitoris until it trembled a last time releasing a little spurt of cum, and they were still.

Time seemed to stop for Jane as she lay there, on the hood of the Sebring, exposed, naked beneath the hot sky. Sounds came back to her after a while, the sighing trees, the chirruping of birds, the buzz of bees and bugs. She felt the breeze caress her skin. Darcy stood, his hand trailing down her skin, softly. Jane closed her eyes, feeling everything around her with every pore, absorbing the smells of the fragrant trees, the sounds all around her, suddenly huge in her ears. She was noticing everything. She smiled gently.

She heard the soft whicker, then, of a zipper being pulled down, and she opened her eyes slightly, looking down at Darcy through her lowered lashes. He’d removed his shirt, and his chest was smooth and brown in the dappled sunlight, his stomach tight and lovely. His trousers dropped down and he stepped out of them, and Jane looked appreciatively at him, his smooth, tanned skin, his cock rigid, and the head reaching up toward her. She wanted to spring up, to grasp it in her hand, her mouth, but she lay still, understanding now, waiting for his word.

Her eyes traveled up to his and she could see that he was smiling gently, as if pleased that she was drinking him in with her gaze, and he tipped his head in a slight nod, directing her eyes back down so she could watch him wrap his hand around his stiff cock, his big fingers grasping it lightly, the purple head peeking out of his grasp, the ridge around it swollen like a crown, and Jane licked her lips, imagining that ridge inside her pussy, the friction it would create as it dipped in and out.

Darcy’s hand began to move slowly up and down the shaft. There was a thick vein that ran up it, spiraling slightly. It was pulsing, filling the shaft, the head, stretching the skin of his cock as if it would burst. The hand moved, squeezed slightly, up and down the fat, throbbing length of him, and he tipped his head back, the Adam’s apple in his throat working as he gasped at the pleasure he was creating.

Jane watched, her breath hitching in her chest, watched the sun glint off the silver of the ring on his index finger, watched his pleasure as the ridge of the ring met with the ridge of his glands, of the throbbing vein.

And then, in the sunlight, magnified by it, she saw the milky cum issue from the head of his cock like a beautiful, iridescent pearl. She slid from the hood of the car, then, the slit of her pussy sliding over that ridge on the hood of the Chrysler, awakening her again, down she slid with a soft cry and fell before him, her mouth engulfing his cock, sucking, sucking, her tongue swirling round and round the giant, swollen head, dipping the tip of her tongue into the little slit at the end searching for those pearls of cum.

She grasped his ass between her hands, the muscles hard and unforgiving under her palms and he sighed as she slid him into her mouth, as far as she could, for he was so large, so swollen that she could not take him all in.

She kneeled before him, he was so tall, his legs so long, and she reached for him, one hand grasping the base of his cock, her fist wrapped around him, meeting her lips, her other hand under him gently teasing his balls, one finger snaking out and making a circular motion in the tender spot between his testicles and his anus.

She could feel him, growing, pulsing, in her mouth and she was glad, glad to please him, to taste him, but then, again he stopped her, wrapping his fingers gently in her hair and stilling her movements.

This time she acquiesced without protest, without struggle. His hand on her shoulder told her to stand, and so she did and he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his cock hot and hard against her belly.

She put her arms around his neck and he lifted her up, Jane sliding up and opening her thighs, his hands under her ass. She felt the engorged tip of his cock sliding between the lips of her pussy, and he teased her with it, allowing it to probe that slit, to slide up and down it for a moment, the head of his cock meeting the head of her clitoris, and then he slammed her to him, her hips meeting his, and the whole length of him was inside her, pushing deep to the core of her and she cried out.

He carried her like that, impaled upon him, back to the sedan, reaching out to work the door handle, and he bent, her legs wrapped tightly around him, and laid her gently on the seat, his feet still on the ground outside, giving him purchase and he thrust into her and into her. Jane could feel everything, felt as if every inch of her were alive.

She was shed of her designer clothing, her heels, her expensive undergarments, but felt more beautiful in this moment, naked on this abandoned roadway in the trees, than she ever had.

And all the while he was pumping into her, taking his time, allowing her to feel every inch of him, the slick and swollen head, the ridge of his glands, the ropey vein, and the thick length of him. Her breath came shallow, her tongue dry, their eyes locked and he breathed with her, his cock slipping in and out of her rosy cunt, slick with their juices.

He reached around her and pinched her nipples, hard, between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and she screamed out. He buried himself in her then, his cock pulsing hotly inside her, spilling him inside her, filling her, running out from her sex onto the seat of the company car.

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