They parked on the bluff overlooking the ocean. Far down below, the tides came in, smashing against the rocks. The crisp salty air wafted through the car windows. Crickets chirp. An owl hoot off in the distance. Pale moonlight turned everything a silvery sheen.
OWOOOO! They both started, wide eyed at the sudden howling. Looking at each other, they laughed.
"So what've you been up to Em?"
"R and D for a BioGenetics Firm. And you?"
"Coding Algorhythms for a hedge fund."
"You were always the great keyboad warrior in college."
"Not just great, the greatest!"
"Still modest as ever I see."
"And you were the coolest bookworm closing the lab every night."
"You remembered?"
"I never forget a pretty face, especially if it houses a beautiful brain."
"You've changed."
"And you haven't, just got finer with age, like the sweetest of grapes stomped on by French feet." He reached up, fingers softly grazing her cheek.
She smiled, her cheek tingling."You're something else Nick."
"And you're still lovely as ever."
"It's nice of you to say so."
"I'll do much more than saying so." He stared at her, his eyes suddenly intense.
She stared back, her heart giving a sudden lurch."I-"
He kissed her.
On contact, SHE EXPLODED, gnawing and clawing at him, the touch of his lips like tinder to the blaze, letting loose a tidal wave of pent up emotions long held dormant within that tight, toned body of hers. Her lips mashed his, the tongue violently thrusting into his mouth, a furious fleshy invader stabbing into his mouth again and again.
He gasped, the heat of her tongue like molten lava against his lips. Their tongues slashed together, the fleshy tips thrusting and parrying; a soft wet duel of the flesh.
All the while, her hands ripped at his hair, raking over his body, roughly tearing at his zipper down below.
Fingers fumbling, his hand found the release and the car seat lurched backwards, Emily thrashing on top of him like some wild beast on the kill. He burst free, jerking as her hand wrapped around the swollen shaft. Distantly, through the roaring in his ears, he heard a button pop, the sound of silk rasping against flesh.
Emily swiveled her hips, one hand tearing at the waistband of her pants then ripping at her panties, the silk bunching around her knees.
Grabbing the bulging red tip, she guided him in.
"AHHH!" They both howled together as she savagely thrust downward, impaling herself on him.
He groaned; pleasure overwhelming, pain not far behind—GOD! She was soo tight, wrapped around his center, squeezing and clenching like a hot fleshy burning vice.
For a moment she sat still on top of him, her so tight, him so swollen, that he couldn't get all the way in. Spreading her knees wider, she leaned forward, weight pressing down on him as he slid in just a little bit further.
He grunted, the pressure pressing down on him near unbearable. Christ, he could feel it bending! Hands on her hips, thumbs gripping her pelvis, he pushed her up while tilting his hips back against the seat. Then with a violent surge, he thrust upward while pulling her hips down at the same time with both hands.
