Work Me Up

Her lips collide with mine. It’s hard, no art to it. Just lips and teeth and tongue. But then I shift around, wrap my arms around her waist and tug her against me, taking control. And now there’s a smooth precision to the kiss, as I part her lips with my tongue, ease between them, teasing. Toying.

All the while, my hands glide from her waist down over those luscious hips. The ones I’ve been dying to get my hands on all damn day. She quivers between my hands, and the motion is enough to make my cock throb with want. It’s already rock hard, has been since the second I told her how good her ass looked in those jeans. Because that’s the effect this woman has on me. She makes me hard in under a second. All it takes is a look from her, a word, a thought.

To judge by the way she spreads her thighs to either side of mine and rocks against me, until the soft press of her belly digs against my cock, I have a feeling I’ve got the same effect on her.

I tighten my grip on her hips and pull her down. Down, down, until those grinding hips of hers settle directly over mine, and my cock is digging against the seams of both of our jeans combined. She lets out a breathy little moan, and I grin.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been dying to get my hands all over you this whole day,” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot against the spot where her neck meets her jawline. I nip little kisses along that, then down her neck, until I’m licking at the hollow of her collarbone, and her head falls on my shoulder, all the breath in her lungs whooshing out at once.

“I… might have some idea,” she replies softly.

I grin, my lips still pressed against the smooth skin of her collar. “Even more so after you got your hands dirty. Frankly, I didn’t know if you had it in you.”

She bites her lower lip when she looks down at me, from where she’s poised over my lap, a glorious, sexy as fuck mess. “I didn’t either,” she admits in a low, throaty whisper. “But… this has been fun.”

I smirk and slide one hand along the hem of her jeans, palming the flat plane of her stomach. “I have to admit, though, garage work isn’t normally this exciting. At least, I’ve never fucked anyone helping me work on a car before.”

Her stomach goes taut when I say that word. Fuck. I can practically feel her shaking with anticipation above me. But she manages to control her facial expression fairly well, at least, even if her whole body is rocking against mine, her hips drilling against me so she grinds against my cock, relentless. Merciless.

“First time for everything, right?” She arches an eyebrow.

And that’s when I decide I can’t take it anymore. I need her. Now.

I lift her off of my lap with both hands, which makes my cock throb again, this time in a lame attempt at protest for stopping it getting what it wants. But the reprieve is only temporary. I stand and pull her up next to me. Our lips collide again, hungry this time. My hands go to the hem of her T-shirt, the one that’s practically see-through and already covered in grease streaks. I peel it off and toss it onto the ground beside us, then nearly freeze, because fucking hell, her breasts are even more incredible than I guessed they’d be.

“God you are fucking incredible,” I murmur.

I realize, now that she’s shirtless, that the blush doesn’t stop at her cheeks, whenever it comes on. And I grin, knowing something about her that not everyone can see, now.

“Where else do you blush, delicate thing?” I grin when I catch her eye.

But she sets her jaw, eyes narrowing. “I’m not nearly as delicate as you think, dirty boy. Don’t let the blushes fool you.”

My grin widens at that.

The pink bra she has on isn’t even a push-up. Her breasts are just that perky. I’d know, because I waste no time at all in removing it, tossing it the same way the shirt went. Then I dip my mouth lower, lower, down her chest until I reach her breasts, where I circle one nipple with my tongue, pressing hard, never quite letting it graze the tip, not until she’s already rock hard.

Only then do I run the flat plane of my tongue over the crest of her nipple and savor the way she gasps and arches against me, her whole body moving, supple, her skin smooth as fucking silk.

I suck her nipple into my mouth entirely, my tongue toying with it, and her hands weave through my hair, slow at first, until all at once, they clench hard into fists.