The car slowed and pulled off to the side of the road. It was dark and late enough that only a few cars passed by them now and again.
He looked at her. “Get out of the car.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Nicole,” he growled.
Nicole opened her door and got out into the cool, dark night air. She was wearing a knee length dress with a light sweater over it. She crossed her arms and shivered as a car flew past them, its headlights briefly blinding her before leaving her in shadow once again.
The car door opened and closed, and then Red was coming around the car towards her. “I’ve wanted you so fucking bad all night,” he said, and then he was kissing her forcefully, pushing her against the passenger door. His hands groped her chest and pulled her bare breasts out of the top of her loose dress.
Suddenly he was sucking her nipples as she lay back against the automobile.
Another set of headlights glared against the car—could they see what was going on? She wondered—and then shot by, leaving them in private darkness.
His lips and tongue were hungrily sucking at her breasts, eagerly stimulating her erect nipples.
She moaned, closing her eyes as he lowered himself to his knees and hiked her dress up so that he could gain access to her warm, wet mound.
Before she knew it, he was buried in her hot entrance, his tongue pushing inside and licking her folds.
Nicole cried out as he stimulated her clitoris.
His hands slid up and down her bare thighs, then grabbed her hips and pulled her into him so that he could lick her deeper still.
She couldn’t take much more if it.
Another car raced by, the sound of its engine eclipsing her rocking, screaming orgasm.
And then Red was standing up and kissing her and she could taste herself in his mouth and she loved it. She loved his sexuality, his insistence, his intense desire for connection and heightened sensuality.
“I want your mouth on me,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her hair and then licking down her neck.
Now it was Nicole’s turn to drop to her knees on the hard concrete of the breakdown lane. Red unzipped his pants and then she stuck her hand into the hole in his silk boxers and tugged his erect penis out, holding the thick shaft in her hand. She stroked him once, twice, three times, felt him shudder in her grasp.
She could smell oil and gasoline and dirt from the road as she leaned in and placed her lips delicately on the head of him.
Red moaned. “I’ve been thinking about your lips on my cock all night,” he rasped.
She took the opportunity to suck him fully into her mouth now, pressing down and down until her lips were at the very root of his shaft. Then she slid back up and sucked his head again. It was slick with pre-cum.
Nicole began quickly sliding her hand up and down on his shaft while she sucked the tip of his dick.
His whole body was shaking now. “I’m about to cum.”
She sucked faster, but he pulled back. Nicole looked up at him, wondering if something was wrong.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
She got to her feet, and he spun her around, his hands on her hips, taking control now. He pulled her dress up again, and a moment later he’d slid himself all the way into her pussy from behind, quickly stroking into her.
His hands on her breasts, fingering her nipples while she pressed her hands against the window of the car—Red fucked her hard and fast on the side of the road.
She had another rip-roaring climax and then so did he, thrusting into her, pulling her tightly against him, his lips brushing her ear. “I love you,” he whispered.
***
The next morning, Red was getting a tennis lesson from some top-ranked pro that Nicole had never heard of, while she ate a wonderful Nutella filled crepe that Chef Roland had made for her.
Everything had just been magic between them last night and this morning, and Nicole was humming a song to herself as she literally ate the crumbs from her meal.
Outside it was another beautiful, sunny day. Nicole was thinking about all of the days in front of them, all the adventures they would share while starting their family and going through everything that journey entailed.
The thought of having a child was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and it made every detail of the morning feel crisp and somehow more real than anything had ever felt before.
Nicole’s senses were alive and thrumming, her body was full of energy. She thought about Red and smiled like a girl having her very first crush.
It was almost as if their bond was so strong now that nobody could compete with it—their love was everything and it eclipsed the rest of the world.
After eating her crepe, Nicole went onto the veranda and sat with her laptop, looking at possible wedding venues. Last night, while lying together in bed, kissing and laughing and talking, they’d both agreed that the wedding date should be soon—probably within the next two months.