panting and rested his forehead against hers. Their eyes met and he smiled.
He made no move to start the car back up, instead cleaning himself up with the bottom of his shirt. The consummate gentleman, he wiped her hand off with the same garment. "I feel like I'm sixteen again."
He leaned forward and kissed her once more. Kelly met him eagerly, smiling all the while. He pulled at her shirt, she helped him by raising her arms as he pulled it over her head. Then came her bra, with considerable skill he undid the hooks and she shimmied out of it. Her breasts hung free in the cool air of the car, her nipples still puckered from pleasure.
He pulled back from the kiss. His eyes roamed over her topless form. That yellowy glint back in them. Slowly, his head dipped to her chest and he took a hardened peak into his mouth. Kelly gasped from the pleasure of it, falling back into her seat. Max came with her, his free hand working at the waistband of her jeans.
His finger brushed over the hardened nub at the juncture of her thighs and she nearly jumped off the seat. She was so wet for him already.
He pulled back and met her eyes. "I am going to eat you up." But he only used his hand, first sticking one finger inside her slick folds and using his thumb to keep that excruciatingly pleasurable contact on her clit.
She moaned and he took his time, playing with her, listening to each little sound, gasps, moans, groans, curses. He smiled when she hissed out a studied chain of blasphemy and captured her lips with his own.
A second finger joined the first, and then a third. But when she reached for his cock, wanting to take this to the next level he stopped her. "Just hands for now." She would be satisfied, if only for the promise of more in time.
He pulled his fingers in and out, brushing against that nerve cluster with each movement. Sweat beaded and her hips bucked. But each time she stood at the edge of her pleasure he slowed down, prolonging the foreplay, holding back her climax.
Finally unable to handle it any longer she took his hand in her own and showed him how she pleasured herself. Circling and circling her clit until pleasure burst forth and she shuddered against him, drunk from the heat of it.
Kelly smiled, "I didn't have nearly this much fun when I was sixteen."
"Oh yeah? What did you do instead?"
"Total nerd," she admitted, her smile breaking into a grin. "I was that weirdo who stayed up all night watching specials on Animal Planet." She leaned her head against his shoulder, completely comfortable with being as close to him as she could. "Hand jobs in the car were a mainstay of your teen years?"
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "I was just a normal kid, then." Wistfulness laced his tone.
"What?"
Max looked into the forest on the side of the road. He shook himself and let go of her, putting the car back into gear and pulling out onto the road. "We're not far from my place."
Kelly hadn't realized how far they had gone. The city lay miles behind them, the lights blinking in the distance. Here they were surrounded by trees, the mountains still visible in the distance. The sexual haze fading for the moment, a dash of worry wiggled through her. Perhaps she should have followed behind him. But she pushed it aside. There was no use worrying about that now when there was nothing to be done. Worst case scenario she would bash him over the head and steal his car. The thought made her smile, perhaps not the best response. But she had never handled danger properly.
"What are you smiling about?" Max asked, glancing over.
Kelly laughed, the sound reverberating through the car. "It's a hell of a Friday night," she finally said once she calmed down.
Max smiled.
Kelly kept her eyes out the window. For a moment she thought she glimpsed an animal running beside them in the forest. But they were driving far too fast for that to be possible. She shook her head.
This was shaping up to be one weird ass night.
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