Sensuality

round his hard length against her mound. Kendra wrapped one ankle around his thigh before she gained any semblance of control over herself. All he had to do was drop his fly and he could stuff himself into her dripping wet nakedness right there.

Kendra shuddered out of pure need. His touch reactivated the good hurt pounding inside her body and caused it to rush to her nipples, even to her fingertips. Zumbi knew her spots well. Loud whispers assaulted her ears and the heat of intense stares burned into the back of her neck. It took an incredible force of will for Kendra to push her hand against Zumbi’s rock-hard chest. Kendra unwound her leg and smoothed down her raincoat. “Not here, Zu. Save it for when we have some privacy.”

“Ah, mulher, we’ll have plenty of privacy when we reach the car.” Zumbi chuckled, causing the dimples to deepen in his dark chocolate cheeks. He shook his head as he bent to pick up his suitcase. Zumbi made sure his juicy ass brushed her front while he did it. He whispered, “Ah, Kendra. Always the Goody Two–shoes. One day I’ll get you so hot you’ll do whatever I say, while we’re out in the open for all to see.”

The lights overhead gleamed off his bald head. The sight made Kendra lick her lips. He grabbed a handful of her ass as she bent over to pick up his small carry-on bag.

“Hey!” Zumbi grabbed her booty while trying to blink away the lustful shine in her eyes. “I said not now.”

Her tight-lipped frown did not prevent the blush that stained her cinnamon-freckled face. She was embarrassed because the urge to grind her ass into his hand almost overpowered her sense of propriety.

“What’d I do?” Zumbi’s accented words were laced with lust. He held up his hands in innocence. He couldn’t hide his amusement, though. Zumbi’s silver-gray eyes sparkled with mischief. They both knew good and well how sensitive Kendra’s backside was and how much she enjoyed Zumbi grabbing it. “Tsk, tsk. It’s not like you to wear so short a skirt in public.”

Kendra turned and winked before stepping into the revolving doors to the outdoor parking deck. “Who said it was a skirt?”

Kendra had just placed Zumbi’s carry-on bag onto the floor behind the driver’s seat. She turned to step away and close the door but wound up turning into Zumbi’s chest. Before she could blink, Kendra was laid out on the backseat and he was hovering over her. Her legs had landed spread open. The only hair on her body lay in a wispy mess over her face. Zumbi’s cocoa-brown eyes gleamed as he gazed upon her naked, bare secret. She wore no underwear.

“Meu Deus, it is so wet!” Zumbi never looked away as he deftly loosened his belt and lowered his pants. His anaconda, born and bred straight out of the Amazon, flopped out at a perfect ninety degree angle. Her cunt winked in response. Zumbi stroked his length once. Kendra swore she heard the thing hiss as Zumbi aimed for his target. Her back arched like a woman possessed when he plunged balls deep into her hot, humid rain forest. Kendra groaned as Zumbi fed her desire.

It was on now. Zumbi got into his groove as he rocked his hips in a figure eight motion. Kendra pressed her hands against the closed door to keep from banging her head. She felt like the lower half of her body had liquefied. She leaned her head back and briefly opened her eyes. That’s when she saw the security camera scanning the parking lot from the ceiling.

“Stop, they can see us.” Kendra slid her hips away and then pointed toward the camera. She could feel her pussy scream in protest.

“Fuck them. Let them watch.” Zumbi rubbed his dickhead against her swollen pussy lips. “I don’t care.”

Kendra pushed him away again as her opening trembled. “But I do.”

She pushed herself out of the car and stood. Zumbi slammed the door shut. He stomped away but not before kicking the front tire as hard as he could. Kendra flinched but her pussy wept and shuddered at Zumbi’s violent action. The motion further energized her libido. The throb between her legs pulsed worse than before.

“Don’t ever do that again!” Zumbi’s heated anger rippled off his body. “I should fuck your pussy raw next time.”

“Well, shit. Then I need to get your ass home!” Kendra started the car and backed it out of the parking space. But once they were past the cashier’s booth, Kendra couldn’t stop her hands from trembling. She didn’t know how she would make it home.

Even with the rain still pounding, the ride home was too quiet. Kendra snapped the radio on. Sade’s “No Ordinary Love” crooned out of the speakers. Her nipples perked up and stood at attention. It was the ultimate song for fucking, just the thing she didn’t need to hear right then.

Kendra was just about to snap it off when her side of the car suddenly slouched and the car violently rumbled. She took her foot off the accelerator and steered the car onto the left-hand shoulder.

“Dammit! Now we’ll never get home!” she cried.

“Baby, chill. You didn’t crash or get stuck out here alone,” Zumbi assured her through clenched teeth. “It’s all gonna be alright.”

“Is it? All I wanted to do was make tonight special. My hormones are driving me crazy. I’ve been horny since you called me from Atlanta. Even cleaning the toilet makes me want to fuck you.” Kendra began to gulp for air. Her rib cage constricted and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Never knew my pussy could throb this hard.”

“And you had the nerve to stop me because of some stupid security camera?” It didn’t help that Zumbi began to laugh at her embarrassing outburst. Her frustration made the sides of the car seem like they were closing in on her.

“I gotta get outta here.” The rain drenched her bare leg the instant she opened the door. By this point, Kendra didn’t care. She wanted to be free from the car. She’d been stuck inside it all evening, holding her in, keeping her from relieving the diabolical ache that had been tormenting her for hours. She got out of the car and pressed her palms against the concrete highway divider. Kendra lowered her head and took a deep breath.

“You don’t understand how bad I want you!” she screamed back toward the car. Water cascaded down, plastering her hair to her face. The ache had her skin so sensitized that the very feel of satin now irritated her. She ripped the gown from her body in one motion.

The empty highway had no streetlights, no passing car headlights to illuminate the way. The pitch-black darkness hid Zumbi’s approach. He reached out his hand at the same moment lightning flashed through the sky. Startled by the sight of the approaching hand in her peripheral vision, Kendra screamed again.

Zumbi enveloped Kendra in his arms. “Shh, baby. It’s just me. It’s just me.” Zumbi breathed into her ear, holding her tight. “Calm down. It’s alright.”

Zumbi’s arm rested on her already alert breasts. Kendra’s unsatisfied lust drove her backside into Zumbi’s snug groin. She clutched the arms holding her with one hand, the other providing support against the concrete. She rubbed herself against him like an affection-starved cat. Kendra felt him stiffen as he backed away a step.

She understood his hesitation, especially after the stunt she pulled in the parking garage. Suddenly it didn’t matter anymore that they were stranded on the empty road. The ache had taken over every part of her body from the cup of her ears, to the tip of her nose, and even to her toenails.

The moment had come. The ache ravishing Kendra’s crotch had won. “Do it, baby. Fuck me now.”