excitement and enthusiasm. Earlier today, when I caught her down on her knees, digging potatoes, dirt all over her face, I fell a little more for her, and now seeing this childlike wonderment on her face might just be the end of me.
“Do you even know what’s playing?” I ask her.
“Godzilla.”
My head rears back. “You like scary movies?”
“Godzilla isn’t scary.” She tsks. “What are you, a baby?”
“Fine, don’t come sneaking into my cottage for protection when you wake up scared.”
She points a finger at me. “I’m guessing it’s going to be the other way around.”
We climb back into her car, and I dig into the popcorn as a couple more cars fill in, taking up position in the center of the lot, aligning their vehicles for the best view.
“Oh, wait. I brought a bag of freshly picked cherries. I can’t seem to get enough of these.” She opens the bag and plops one into her mouth.
“How many of them have you eaten today, anyway?”
“I don’t know. I lost count.”
“Alyson, too many can be hard on your digestive system.”
She frowns. “I guess I never thought of that. I’ll just have a couple more. Here, try one.” She hands me one, and I bite into it. Juice drips down my chin as I spit the seed out, and before I can wipe my face, she’s leaning into me, her mouth on mine. Her tongue slides over my bottom lip, and my cock instantly hardens, knocking the bag of popcorn to the floor. It spills, but I don’t give a shit. No, all I care about is getting my hands on Alyson. I shift, take her face in my palms, and deepen the kiss.
The movie lights up the big screen, but we’re not paying attention. Nope, the only thing I want to watch is Alyson bobbing up and down on my lap as I fill her sweet, soft body with my hard-as-steel cock.
“I want you naked,” I say into her mouth, and when I shift the drink in the console, it spills over my thickening dick.
“Oh, shit,” I say and Alyson glances down to see the wet spot spreading in the front of my jeans.
Alyson tries to smother a laugh. “Wow, you really do have a thing for drive-ins.”
“Not funny. I spilled the drink on my balls.”
“You need to get out of those pants.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
She chuckles again. “We can’t.” She glances out the windows and narrows her eyes. “Someone might see.”
“It’s dark. There’s hardly anyone here, and you can’t see into anyone’s car, just like they can’t see into ours.”
She smiles. “You want to pop my drive-in cherry, Jay?”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice husky as my body throbs. God, I haven’t made out at the drive-in since I was a horny teen who thought about nothing but sex. Damn if Alyson doesn’t bring that out in me. Jesus, I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. “What about you? Do you want your drive-in cherry popped?”
She looks at me like I’m dense. “Ah, yeah.”
I pull her until she’s seated on top of me, and I cup the back of her neck, drag her mouth to mine. “Pants off,” I say and tug at her yoga pants. She turns on my lap and shimmies out of them. I unzip quickly, grab a condom, and shove my pants to my knees. I sheathe myself and say, “Ride me.”
She climbs back on top of me, her knees on either side of my thighs. I hold my dick as she slowly lowers herself, and I nearly shoot off when she lets loose a low, slow moan so full of pleasure, I’m not sure how I’ll ever survive without her in my life. Heat curls through me, settles between my legs. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this good.
Her head falls to the side, her eyes closed, and she takes deep, gulping breaths as I give her inch after inch. I fill her completely and cup her breasts through her blouse. Sliding my tongue out, I lick that sensitive spot on her neck and grip her hips to move her up and down, up and down, until she’s whimpering and clawing at my shoulders.
“Jay,” she says, and I love hearing my name on her tongue when she climaxes. Her muscles clench around me, and I slide a finger between our bodies to massage her clit. Her whimpers get a little louder, and she rides me a little faster, a little harder.