Wrong Car, Right Guy

How did I get so lucky? My first kiss and it’s with this handsome man, I barely know. And yet it feels like we’re well acquainted as his hands slide over my body. His hands move from my hips down to cup my ass, squeezing, pulling my body ever closer to his, grinding his cock into me. I moan against his lips, his warm breath mingling with mine. I’m breathless, desperate for him.

My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer to me. It doesn’t feel like enough. I won’t feel close enough to him until he’s inside me.

The thought gives me a shiver so violent that I know Tate feels. His body pushes mine against the door harder, locking me in as his tongue slides into my mouth. I’m in heaven, barely able to breathe, but I don’t care. This is everything I’ve craved for so long.

This is everything I want.

His hands move back around to my front, cupping my breast through my dress. I gasp, closing my eyes as his lips move to my neck, planting tender kisses on my skin. I’m trembling so hard that it’s a wonder I’m still standing, but Tate’s strong body holds mine up. Each kiss he lays on my neck is hotter than the last, his tongue flickering against my skin and turning me on beyond belief. I can barely process that this is happening, that it’s real.

But it is real. It’s real when he sweeps me off my feet, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. It’s real when he carries me off to my bedroom, knowing where to go somehow even though he’s never been in here before. I guess he knows because this whole thing just feels like it’s meant to happen. Like it was always meant to pan out this way.

It feels so right, even if it’s wrong. The world might see us together and disapprove, but I don’t care one bit. Tonight, he is mine, and I never want to let him go.

He sets me down on the bed and wastes no time in sliding his hands under my dress. His fingers hook into my panties and pull them roughly down my legs. Growling like an animal, he’s clearly given in entirely to the passion he’s been storing up, and now the beast has been released. I’m nervous but more excited than anything. I can’t anticipate his next move and it is driving me wild.

“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good,” Tate tells me in a husky tone.

He hitches up my dress, exposing my wide hips, ass, and bare pussy. He growls in delight, kissing my thighs as he makes his way up, up, up. My legs are trembling hard, but I want this so bad. I watch as his face gets closer and closer to my sweet spot, my thighs clamping around his handsome face out of instinct. I’m soaking wet in anticipation, which embarrasses me for reasons I don’t know, but as his tongue finally touches my pussy, he groans in delight.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, his tongue slowly stroking my folds. I’m shaking hard, unable to believe this is happening. He begins to lap away at my pussy, taking in all of my juices. His tongue explores every inch of me, but the moment he finds my clit, the real pleasure begins. I cry out in shock, unable to process how good it feels as he works his magic on my body. My entire body buzzes with the pleasure and magic of it all. I slump back, unable to support myself anymore.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he groans, his tongue flickering against all of the right places.

I nod desperately.

“God, yes…oh God, yes, Tate.”

He gives me a devilish smile before he dives back in. I squirm beneath his touch, all hot and bothered from the way his tongue is expertly making me come undone. A small sound escapes my lips involuntarily. How is he so damn good at this? I clutch the sheets beneath my body, breathing hard as he brings me closer and closer to total bliss.

“I could taste you all day,” Tate growls, his tongue grinding against my sweet spot. “You’re all I need for dessert…”

I’m too wrapped up in the feeling to respond. He’s turning me on in ways I didn’t know were possible. Sure, I’ve explored a little on my own before, but this is on a whole new level. He knows exactly how to drive me crazy with lust. I moan deeply, taking every second of this thing in. I never want it to end.

But I can feel myself getting close to the edge. My breathing is more labored now. There’s no stopping this. As I reach the top, I cry out in pleasure, utter ecstasy replacing every other feeling inside me. No more pain, no more shame, nothing, but pleasure.