(1990) Sweet Heart Read Online Free PDF

feigning shock, and wriggled slightly because she felt she should react, that she should not seem too keen.
    Tonight. She was ready.
    ‘Do you know his name? Can you tell me his name? Can you tell me your name?’
    They squealed through a bend and the road widened into a long straight stretching out ahead like the dark water of a canal. The engine was straining and there was a loud protesting whine from somewhere beneath her as his fingers slid about her wetness and pulled away reluctantly as he put both hands back on the wheel. She heard the clunk of the gears and the note of the engine soften. The thrill was accelerating within her, some wild animal instinct aroused, a careless abandon.
    His hand came back, one finger probing deep, and she parted her legs a little to give him more room,pressing against the leather seat, blinded by her hair in her eyes. She changed the angle of her head and her hair whipped away behind her.
    ‘Where are you? Do you know where you are?’
    The finger slid out and they went into a long curve that threw her against the coarse tweed of his jacket, the tyres squealing like piglets, then the road straightened and she wanted the finger back in again.
    She was intoxicated with a raw energy. They snaked through another bend, almost flying now; a rabbit sat in the beam of the lights and the car thudded over it.
    ‘Stop, please stop!’
    ‘You what?’
    ‘Stop. You hit a rabbit.’
    ‘Don’t be a stupid cow!’ he shouted.
    ‘Please. It may be in pain.’ She imagined the rabbit lying in the road, its head twitching, legs and back smashed into the tarmac, fur and blood spread out. ‘Please stop.’
    He stood on the brakes and she lurched forward, her hands slamming against the dash, the tyres howling, the car snaking crazily. They stopped with a jerk, then reversed. She stared at the black lane behind them, and could see nothing.
    ‘It were just a stone, yer silly cow,’ he said. ‘Just a stone. We didn’t hit no rabbit.’
    ‘I’m glad,’ she said.
    He turned towards her, kissed her, his hand slid up her thigh, the fingers probed inside, parting her, opening her wider. She smelled burnt rubber, leather, heard the rumble of the exhaust, the knocking rattle of the engine, felt the tweed of his sleeve brush her face. Their lips pressed together, their tongues duelling hungrily, the rubbery ball of her chewing gum rolling around. She tilted her head away, dug her fingers in her mouth and plucked it out. As their lips met again shereached with her left hand towards the window, scrabbling to find the winder. The finger thrust even deeper and she moaned softly, her hand finding the dashboard, the glove locker, and she pushed the gum hard under it out of sight.
    The finger worked up and down and strange sensations of pleasure exploded through her body. Her left hand was now on the flannel of his trousers, feeling the heat of his leg. It slid slowly across into the dip that was even warmer, and squeezed the bulging stiffness.
    She fumbled for the metal tag of his zipper, pulled it. It stuck. She tugged at it and it opened and she slipped her hand inside, felt the soft cotton, something damp, then she was holding his hard flesh, large, huge, smoother than she’d imagined. She ran her thumb over the top, felt something slimy, slippery, traced her finger along the shaft.
    He blew air down her neck and rolled over on to her, tugging her knickers down. She lifted her bottom, helped him, heard the buckle of his belt free.
    The thingie.
    No time.
    His hands slid up her bare skin, under her bra, fondled her breasts clumsily, then gripped her ribs and began pushing his hardness inside her, shoving, thrusting it in, forcing it in. Too big for her; it wasn’t going to fit. She thought it was going to split her apart, then it went deeper, rising right in her, thrusting up and down. Her stomach was juddering.
    Oh. Oh. Oh. She was gasping. Oh. So good, So good. She pulled at his shoulders, touched his face,