I pull him down to kiss me again. My lips are swollen from all the making out we’ve been doing. “You’re not too tall; you’re perfect.”
He grins and dives in. Our tongues tangle together and our mingled breath heats up our faces as we move to deepen the connection.
His hand is between my legs, his fingers stroking me over my panties, making me squirm with anticipation. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on my neck as he looks down at the space between us. “What I wouldn’t give for a bed right now,” he growls.
“We could do this sitting up,” I suggest.
He stops everything he’s doing and stares down at me. “Really?”
I nod, biting my lip to keep from laughing. It’s not that this is funny; it’s just so much fun I want to laugh and get buck wild naked at the same time. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’m in a parking lot, screwing a near stranger in a Pontiac, for God’s sake! Then it hits me: How poetic is my sex life right now? It’s literally being resurrected from the ashes inside a Phoenix. I can’t stop giggling.
Dev tries to get up, managing to not only give himself a few new bruises in the process but also to yank his headrest right off the top of his seat.
“Oh my god!” I squeal as he growls and throws it onto the floor in the front of the car.
“Get over here,” he says, as he sits down in the backseat, stretching his legs as best he can under the seat in front of him. His knees are against the back of it, and a bulge is standing up at his crotch, straining his zipper.
I’m on my knees next to him, staring at it. “Wow,” I say. I felt his package before when he was kind of on top of me, but I don’t think I fully appreciated how big it was then.
He looks down at it too, and then up at me. “I’m at your mercy.”
Smiling all evil-like, I reach down and undo his belt, button, and zipper, freeing him from the top of his boxers with careful maneuvering. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “You’re proportional.”
He leans his head back on the seat and sighs. “Are you trying to make me lose it before you even touch me?”
I reach up and slide a piece of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. He turns his head to watch.
“What?” I ask, feeling shy.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says. “You know what you’re doing to me.”
I feel like the champion of sex, a goddess he must worship. I temporarily forget that I haven’t done anything like this in a really long time. Taking his hard length in my hand, I begin to stroke it up and down. He closes his eyes and sighs. He begins frowning and moaning as I find my rhythm.
I lick my lips. I’m so turned on from him touching me earlier and from watching him now. I’m not sure what to do next, but I feel like I’m going to explode with wanting and anticipation.
He opens his eyes. “Are you going to climb on or what?”
I don’t waste any time. After removing my sexy new panties, I gather my dress up around my hips, and do my best to climb over him without kicking any sensitive parts. Leaving my shoes behind on the floor makes it easier.
I kneel over him, one leg on either side of his legs. His erection is between us, standing up almost an entire foot toward the roof of the car. He slides what must be a special-order condom over it and we both stare down at this thing I know will never work. It’s the size of a damn nightstick! What am I supposed to do with that?!
“What if it doesn’t fit?” I say in a breathless whisper.
“We’ll go slow,” he says, reaching under my dress and touching me between my legs.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations for a few seconds before making my move. Enough of this playing-around stuff. I have a challenge before me. I just wish I’d taken more gymnastics classes when I was younger.
I lift up on my knees and realize very quickly that this is not going to cut it. I put my left foot up on the seat next to Dev and lift my body even higher. Finally, I’m able to