Antonio groaned. Then she released his butt cheek and
brought her hand caressingly around his waist to the buckle of his belt.
Antonio released her mouth. “We’re out in
the open,” he reminded, gasping for breath and glancing around them. He might
have expressed concern about being outside, but popping open her blouse’s
buttons and unsnapping her lacy red bra belied his weak verbal protestations.
“I don’t see anybody. There’s no
streetlamp here,” Grace mumbled, glorying in his mouth exploring the creamy
tops of her breasts as if they were succulent fruit. Finally, Grace got the
buckle open and then her fingers flicked at the tab of his zipper before
caressing down the front of the pants to the crotch. “Besides, I don’t care.”
And she didn’t. Let everyone see them. Let them get arrested for public
indecency. Nothing beyond this moment mattered.
“Good,” he said. “You’re so sexy I don’t
think I can wait.” He groaned at her touch. Then he pulled one cup of the bra
down to free the nipple. He applied a long lick and a suckle before he said,
“And if you don’t care, I certainly don’t.” His hands moved to the hem of her
skirt and tugging it up so it bunched around her hips, revealing the red thong
match to her bra.
She knew the flimsy fabric was soaked from
the wetness of her excitement. Grace writhed against the car door. The coolness
of the metal against the bare skin of her butt tormented her with its contrast
to the heat building in her core. As she lowered his zipper, he pulled at the
thong. Once it was around her thighs, he stepped into the middle of it and she
kicked the little garment away. She freed his erection from his pants and
squirmed against the velvety, strong length. Already a bead of liquid had
escaped the head, coating it. She struggled for breath that seemed impossible
due to the pounding of her heart.
He hesitated. ”I don’t have a condom,” he
gasped out.
“I’m on the Pill,” she assured him. “Don’t
stop.”
Lifting her thighs, he urged her to wrap
them around him. He thrust into her channel, burrowing in until she’d been
fully and wonderfully impaled. Carnally taken. Beautifully speared. She loved
the wickedly naughty feeling of it all. Grace clutched at Antonio’s behind to
bring him even closer.
With his lips against her forehead and his
breath hot on her skin, Antonio drew slowly out and then thrust in. The
backward drag of him against her inner tissues as tormenting as the forward
plunge, he drove her and himself toward climax. His body invaded hers and
thoroughly claimed it…just as thoroughly as he’d long ago claimed her heart.
Then the orgasm blossomed in her. Inner
convulsions and tremors rippled inside her even as he rode out his continued
thrusting and moving. The ripples died away and she built quickly to a second
climax just as his own came upon him.
“Grace,” he choked out, and then she felt him
spurt inside her.
As their panting breathing calmed, Antonio
laughed. “I can see it all now,” he said, his half-length still buried inside
her and her legs hanging limp around his hips. “Tomorrow’s headline— YOUNG ATTORNEYS FROM PRESTIGIOUS DOWNTOWN
LAW FIRM REVEALED AS NEW INTERNET SEX TAPE SENSATION .”
Grace chuckled as she caressed his nape,
and blinked away tears—tears of pleasure this time. “Maybe we should move.” Placing her legs
on the ground, she pushed the skirt of her suit down and then began to hunt for
her shoes. At the same time, Antonio pulled up his pants and zipped them.
Reaching down, he retrieved her thong from the dirty asphalt of the street.
“These are a total loss,” he said in a wry
tone as he held them up.
“Totally worth it,” she said, picking up
the pumps. She rose on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips and a loving caress
over his now-covered crotch.
“Ooh, you are evil,” he said, and she felt
him hardening under her palm. “Into the car with you, madam. Let’s go back to
my