Lee’s fingertips stroked my arms, lightly brushing the sides of my breasts; his movements were unhurried, as if we had all night . . . which we probably did. My hands slid onto his back, palms pressing firmly as his kisses moved across my throat and onto the other side of my neck.
“Very beautiful,” he said quietly. “Smell wonderful.”
“I’m all sweaty,” I pointed out. My words earned my neck a long, slow lick. I shivered happily and pressed my hand to the back of his head. Lee didn’t seem to mind my needing a shower. In fact, he used his tongue on every inch of exposed skin before he started to undress me. I didn’t stop him, but neither did I help. Relinquishing control and being unwrapped like a long-awaited birthday present turned out to be fun. As he pulled up the hem of my Lycra top, his murmurs of appreciation for my midriff, my navel and my waist got my juices flowing — literally.
Lee lifted the top to expose my sports bra; I smiled down at him, enjoying the sight of his mouth working its way around my breasts. His tongue stroked my skin, sweeping and circling in my cleavage.
And then a switch clicked in my brain. Sheer animal lust engaged. I pulled up the bra and exposed my breasts to him. When he stared at each of them in turn, I grabbed his head and pressed it to my chest. His mouth found a nipple immediately, making me groan. He sucked, teasing the swollen flesh with his tongue. I cried out and pulled him even harder against me. My feet rose from the cab floor, pressing into his hips as I urged him closer.
As much as I was enjoying his mouth on me, my body burned for more. My patience for Lee’s slow seduction evaporated, and I pushed him away from me. Brief disappointment crossed his handsome face — until I peeled off my Lycra shorts, lifting my legs high to push them past my knees. He was quick to help, and when I pulled my gusset aside, his eyes widened.
“I want you, Lee.”
He nodded eagerly, and unzipped himself. I was pleased to see he hadn’t exaggerated; his shaft was thick, topped by a surprisingly large and swollen head.
Without another word, he pushed, and the first inch slid into me. A quiet groan fled my throat, and my jaw dropped. He lowered his head to my breast and suckled the nipple. Another inch of cock slid into me. I wrapped my arms around him and sighed, loving the slow entry. I groaned as his body pressed against mine, and immediately started to whimper as his thrusting started.
I loved every second. His smile, his attentive mouth — which continued to pleasure my neck and my nipples — and the slow build-up to the deep, hard fucking I craved, all combined to thrill me in a way I’d never experienced before.
I pressed my heels into his back, urging him into me. His heavy breaths heated my ear; loud, quick slaps filled the interior, mingling with my cries of happiness.
“You are one sexy lady, and so wet for me. But I must stop now.”
“What?” I cried as his strokes slowed. “Why?”
“My happy ending is near, even though I wish it wasn’t.”
“You sweet little man.” I stroked his cheek with my thumb. “I know what to do about that.”