“I know,” I told her. “Are you sure?”
She shivered at the huskiness of my voice, and I couldn’t help the smile that ticked up the corner of my mouth.
“Yeah, never so sure in my life,” she agreed.
I finally let up on my strangle hold I had on my knees and let my hand travel up and down the outsides of her thighs.
My hand traveled up and down, from knee to hip, back and forth, as she finally worked up the courage to start working at the buckle of my belt.
Her hands were shaky, and I let her do her thing so I didn’t rush her faster than she was willing to go.
But when her hands yanked the zipper down, followed by the button, then dove straight for my cock, I was the one to freeze.
Her hands felt like silk against my length.
They were cold, but that didn’t seem to matter to my cock.
Not even the slightest.
My balls were high and tight as she slowly started to work the length of my cock in her hand, pumping it fast and steady.
“I don’t want to come in my pants,” my voice cracked. “Pull me out.”
She pushed my underwear down until my dick popped free of its confines.
The waistband of my underwear stuck under my balls wasn’t the most comfortable in the world, but I forgot about it completely when her hand returned to my cock, pumping and massaging.
“I haven’t come from a hand job in well over twenty years, but I’m about two minutes away from that,” I informed her.
She laughed and let me go, my dick pointing straight in the air as she ran her hands up my torso.
I helped her by easing my cut off and then taking my shirt by the back of my collar and pulling it over my head, hunching my shoulders as I did so as to make it easier.
She sighed when she could feel my chest and back.
Her hands traveled up my belly to my nipples, circling them hesitantly.
Then further inside to run through the hair on my chest.
“I never really thought that I’d get turned on by chest hair, but I really wish I could rub my nipples against your…”
She didn’t finish her thought before I’d twisted at the waist, hooked an arm around her, and maneuvered her until she was straddling the bike once again, but facing me this time.
Her ass rested on the gas tank, and my dick was only mere inches away from where it really, really wanted to be.
“So what’s stopping you?” I asked, looking into her eyes.
The motion detection that’d turned on when we pulled in the driveway went out, and we were plunged into darkness.
I didn’t so much as see, but hear, as she stripped first her shirt, followed shortly by her bra, from her body.
“I want you inside of me when I do,” she whispered.
My eyes nearly crossed as I fished my wallet from my back pocket and quickly pulled out a condom from the middle of it.
I could hear her breath quicken as she heard me tear the condom open and remove it from its package.
Then I worked it down the length of my dick before I reached for her and yanked her forward.
The skin of her ass screeched as I yanked her across the gas tank, but she didn’t complain, and I couldn’t find it in me to care.
When my dick met the slick skin of her *, I hissed in a breath at the heat that was emanating from her.
Even through the latex of the condom I could feel it, and I’d never wished more for anything in my life, than to feel her skin to skin.
Alas, I didn’t get this old by being stupid.
And she was a smart girl.
She needed the assurance that I was taking precautions.
Later, though, after we were both checked out, and I was assured that she was on birth control, we’d be revising this situation. I may not want a permanent relationship, but this? Well, let’s just say that we would be doing this again.
She moaned softly when my cock met her entrance and then gasped as I slowly started to fill her up.
I wasn’t a small man, and she felt like she’d never had a dick inside her before.
Couple the two, and I was so ready to blow that it was embarrassing.
But the moment I was seated fully inside her depths, and her breasts started to play along the hair on my chest, I locked my own pleasure down and started to focus on her.
“Lean back,” I ordered her.
She moaned and clenched down on my length, but followed directions until she was laid out before me.
I fucked up into her as I moved my hands to play along her flat belly, moving up until I met the pebbled nipples on top of her beautiful breasts.
They were the perfect size for my hands. Not too big, but nothing to sneeze at, either.
I pinched one nipple and circled my thumb around the other, trying to learn what she liked best.
She leaned into the pinching, and I smiled.
So she liked it rough.
Good, because I did too.
Really rough.
“You like a little pain with your fucking, sweetheart?” I asked, pinching both nipples now, hard enough to cause her to cry out.