Still I needed more. Pulling his shirt up, I slid my hands under his shirt, too impatient to let him strip, feeling and scratching my fingers down the hard muscles of his back and chest. He was as sexy as ever, each muscle perfect, his skin smooth and flawless except for his scars that told me the tale of his painful past.
While I traced my love's history written on his body, he found the soft tender skin of my neck and kissed, my head falling back and offering myself to him. He nipped and sucked, harder and harder as his fingers reached for the button of my pants and undid them quickly. He pulled back from my neck and stared with nearly frightening intensity into my eyes. "How?"
"Here," I said, turning around and resting my chest against the warm hood of the car. There wasn't a lot of room to spread my legs with the way the pants bound at my feet, but it didn't matter. Mark pushed my jacket up to expose my ass, which chilled as the skin was exposed. My ass broke out in goosebumps for a moment before his warm hands ran over the skin, turning my shivers of cold into shivers of wanton lust. I lowered my head and said what came to my mind first, my voice thick and drawn out with need. "Oh Mark, fuck me."
"As you wish," he grunted, pulling back just long enough to open his jeans. I felt my wetness increase with each muted click of his zipper being pulled down, until he pushed against me, his cock hard and hot against my panties. I was soaked, delirious with sensation as he rubbed his cockhead against the slick, wet fabric, my body nearly convulsing with the feeling. "Ready?"
"Fuck me," I growled, reaching back and pulling my panties to the side. We'd make love another time, but this was something different, something primal and needy.
The first push of his cock inside me was hot, and again bordering on the fine line between pain and pleasure as he filled me up. I lost all track of time as Mark thrust all the way inside me, lightning detonating from my * all the way to my brain with each inch of his cock pushing inside me.
All I knew for glorious, eternal minutes were the dual sensations of the warm hood of the car against my breasts and Mark's cock hammering into me from behind. He filled over and over, every cell in my body screaming in pleasure from the sensation. I couldn't get enough, pushing back into his thrusts and meeting him, desperate for more and more.
As we continued, it dawned on me the dual nature of what we were doing. We were growling and moaning like animals, perhaps not that much different than the normal residents of the woods, rutting and mating in an ancient pattern written in our very DNA. His cock plunged in and out of me with ferocity, making me his over and over, driving me wild with pleasure as my * clutched at him. I wanted my man, and gave myself over to him. But at the same time, with all of the raw, base physical pleasure, there was still a connection, a tenderness and need that grew between us. We weren't just fucking because we both happened to desire it, we were doing so because we knew the other person wanted it as well. I was pushing back not only for my own pleasure but for Mark's, for the sensations I was giving his cock and the feelings I was giving him. It compounded my pleasure, almost as if I could feel from both sides of the situation.
My orgasm rushed upon me with the suddenness of breaking glass, shattering the endless pleasure of our sex with an even purer, more intense explosion through my body, so intense it was impossible for it to last more than a moment before I overloaded, just holding on as my body shook and spasmed. I felt Mark push me one more time against the car, his cock emptying inside me, his precious gift more valuable than jewels or money or anything made of gold or platinum. Instead, I had my husband, my mate, my perfect companion.
We stayed there for wonderful minutes, embracing as Mark's cock slowly softening until he slipped out of me. The creeping sensation of cold air on my ass again started feeling a bit too uncomfortable, and I pulled away with real regret. I pulled my pants up and turned around, pulling him down into another kiss, this one as soft and loving as the earlier ones had been passionate and heat filled. "We can't go this long in between sex," I sighed as he kissed me underneath my ear. "We'd both go crazy."
"I know," he mumbled against my neck, his arms pulling me close. I held him, and we stayed there for a long time, secure against the whole damn world. A sharp gust of wind came down the trail, and even with Mark around me my ears were tingling, so we folded up the blanket and put it back inside.
"Next time, let's do a five star hotel or something, okay?" I asked as we closed the door. "Soft sheets, room service, the whole nine."
"Actually, I was thinking," Mark said as we got back into the car and I started getting us turned around. "Maybe that's something we can make a regular thing of."
"What, driving out in the woods to have sex on the hood of our car?" I said with a laugh. "Don't think so. Murphy's Law would eventually come to bite us in the ass."