Pulling into the space next to his car, I couldn't shut mine off fast enough. I was out the door and hurrying around the trunk before it was closed. He mirrored my actions, moving swiftly across the seemingly invisible space between us.
In a breath, I was enveloped. In his arms, yes, but beyond the physical, simply absorbed. Time melted as our bodies met, my face found a home in the hollow of his collar. I breathed deeply, a scent that I knew as well as my own. His hands pressed me closer, impossibly closer, and wound through my hair.
My hands slid up his back, feeling the familiar planes. I could feel the longing that had resided in my chest for the last few days wane; replaced now by anticipation, familiarity and desire. These feelings, so much the focus of my time when we were apart, took on a life of their own when we were together.
Anticipation knew that time was important and limited. It launched the body into its physical responses to his nearness, his physicality.
Familiarity searched for those scents that also triggered body responses; surging wet heat, butterflies. But familiarity also spurred movement. My hands tracing those areas that I knew would draw small gasps, tiny groans, half-smiles.
Desire led the encounter. Forcing the body to act without thought, without plan, without concern for cause and effect. Desire held the reins and encouraged the full gallop.
Our lips met, tentative only in the shared need to prolong the first kiss of the evening marking time in breath and heartbeats. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer, more tightly to him though there could scarcely be a stray atom between us. The kiss deepened, teeth and tongues began to explore. I rose up slightly on my toes, anxious to be closer still. My hands slid up between us and I could feel his nipples harden as I touched them.
A groan crossed his lips and I captured it. His hands moved over my back, never remaining in one place as if to remember every curve, every valley.
In moments, we fell into his backseat. Though the location was public, the dark offered a cloak that breathed life into my hesitation. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing gently then with more fervor as his lips followed. Each nipple responded to the heat of his mouth, the implied danger in his teeth on my sensitive flesh. I shuddered and struggled out of my clothing.
I found myself astride his hips leaning up to press my breasts to his mouth as his hands pushed me down on his lap. I could feel his cock under me and it was obsidian. To shift atop him drew involuntary whimpers from somewhere in my chest. My heart raced as I struggled to create space between us so I could release his button and draw back the zipper.
My skirt gave reasonable cover to anyone passing close enough who we might not notice and the missing panties allowed me to slide down on him as soon as I was able to force his clothing aside.
I felt him tense, relax, and tense again as his cock slid all the way in. I leaned back slightly and his hands captured my shoulders to allow distance between us but only at the top. I worked my hips on his as my body leaned back. The stretching created ripples in my stomach that made breathing difficult and my breath became short as I began to inhale and exhale in the same rhythm as the grind.
We moved this way for a lifetime, for a minute, for an immeasurable passage of time. The only indicator of its passing was the building heat, his racing pulse that I felt over every inch of his skin and his ever-changing stream of words captured by my brain as I struggled to remember everything.
We raced together for a moment more and then, hands clasped, fingers laced, we fell together into the rolling tide. I tilted my head and rested it on his shoulder as I fought to regain even breathing but held the rest of my body as still as I could to stay atop the wave.
He continued to breathe words into my hair as his hands began to move over the slick muscles of my back and shoulders. I leaned out slightly to catch his eye and he dipped his head so our lips brushed; words still flowing.
We remained in the back for what seemed like only seconds before an electronic invasion of sounds resurrected reality and we grimly separated and re-dressed.
I lingered outside his car before half-staggering back to my own feeling his eyes on my back. I could feel his instinctive need to capture me and prevent my departure – it was a tangible thing hovering between us as I crossed the short distance.
