Could I Have This Iss Forever

Could I Have This Kiss Forever

Vince was driving, his suitcase in the backseat. He couldn't believe this day had finally arrived. She was waiting for him and this had to be perfectly timed. It was years in the making, really, but barely a month in the planning.

"There... finally, exit 22..." he said, the directions well known.

At a red light, he sent off a text, seeing if she was ready, seeing if he could pick her up yet. Moments later a response said "not yet... soon." He shook his head, unsure if he could truly wait. Maybe he should just drive up, pick her up, and leave... damn the consequences. But out of respect and love, he did what she thought was necessary.

He drove on, closer and closer. He wasn't sure where he'd go if she didn't text him soon. Suddenly it arrived.

"Now! Hurry!"

He turned the corner, knowing the address was just up on the left. It was a little two-story house in the suburbs, with a medium-sized lot. A big tree in the front cast the house in a cooling shadow. He pulled into the drive and saw her peek out from the front window. She quickly opened the door and dashed out, a suitcase in her hand. He threw the car in park, left the engine running and dashed around the car to help her put the case in the backseat.

Not even taking the time to kiss her, he opened the passenger door, closing it behind her when she was inside. The car was pulled out of the driveway and back on the road within a minute.

An older woman opened the screen on the front door just as they pulled out, calling to them, but they ignored her, quickly fleeing.

He grabbed her hand, holding it tight as she held with both of hers. She leaned against his arm, lovingly, smiling, breathing a little heavily.

"Is everything ok?" he asked.

"Yeah... my mom just got there and Greg is on the way now. I wasn't sure I was going to make it out of there. I didn't want to get caught."

She let out a deep breath. "You're safe now," he said.

He looked at her and they locked eyes for a moment. "God, I've been waiting for this," he whispered, nervous he might scare her.

"Me, too," she said, holding his arm tighter, leaning into him.

"Uh oh," she said suddenly, looking at the car coming down the street towards them. She ducked down as low as she could, hiding. "It's him," she whispered. He looked at the car as they passed, a red Honda Civic. Thankfully, the man behind the wheel was talking to a blond girl beside him and not paying attention to Jenn at all.

"All clear," he said and she sat up, looking over her shoulder to verify the car was gone.

Vince held up his phone and powered it off. "We should turn off our cell phones so no one can track us." She powered off her phone and slid it back into her purse.

"And no one will bother us," she said, smiling.

She grabbed his hand again, holding it tightly between hers and setting it in her lap. He noticed her t-shirt and shorts covering her beautiful body, a body he'd long dreamed and fantasized about. She held his hand against her long, tanned legs, the soft, smooth skin inviting him to touch more.

"Where can we go for a little while before we take off?" he asked. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her. He needed her now.

"There's a park about a mile up the road. We can sit in the parking lot for a while," she said nervously. She knew what he wanted... and she wanted it, too.

In moments they pulled into the park and found a parking space that was away from everyone else. He pulled into the spot and turned off the car.

He squeezed her hand. "Finally... God, finally... alone."

"Yes we are," she said excitedly. She slipped her right hand from his and grabbed his thigh, turning towards him. They leaned towards each other, nervously, and kissed, softly, gently. He turned more towards her, pressing into her kiss. It became more fervent, heated, passionate. Her hand stroked his leg, moving higher and higher. His hand grabbed her throat, lightly choking her in passion.

He grabbed the back of her neck, holding his lips tight to hers, their tongues dueling, driving deeper, more impassioned, more desperate. Her fingers circled his cock through his shorts, his erection growing quickly, then she laid her palm against him, rubbing up and down his length.

He groaned, breaking the kiss.

"Oh, God," she said softly. "You feel so good." She licked her lips as she watched his face and felt his cock twitch. "I need it," she whispered, beginning to unfasten his belt and open his pants.

He looked around nervously, making sure no one was nearby. Being this early in the morning, no one was there at all.

She pulled his clothes aside, baring his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and slowly stroked it. "I've dreamed of this cock for so damn long," she whispered, barely able to take her eyes off it.

"You have no idea how much I've dreamed of you, too," he groaned, adjusting himself in his seat.

"Damn, you look so good." She leaned over and took him in her mouth, letting her tongue slip against him. Her mouth moved up and down his cock as he placed one hand on her head, the other stroking her back. He had to touch her.

Every few strokes in her mouth, she released him and teased him with her hand. Up and down his shaft, fast, then slow, driving him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh, God," he whispered, pushing his body in the seat, his hips rising to meet her hand.

"Yeah, baby. That's it," she whispered, loving how much she could please him. "I want it, baby. Yeah I do."

His cock was throbbing and he felt his entire body tremble with desire. He could feel the pleasure radiate from his cock, all over his body. Every cell was tingling. He was so close and she was driving him fast over the edge.

She knew he was very close when he closed his eyes and she bent over, covering just the head of his cock with her warm, wet mouth, letting her tongue tease him along with her hands. Her hands pumped and pumped, wanting to release every last drop. Her mouth was watering, knowing she was so close to tasting him. She'd fantasized about this moment so many times before.

His hips lept, driving his shaft deeper into her mouth, but her pumping hand kept him from slamming into her throat. She sensed he was cumming before the first splash hit her throat. She breathed excitedly, feeling her pussy almost gush, and moaned. This was what she wanted, what she absolutely needed!

She swallowed as each blast hit her throat, making sure she caught every single drop. Even when he was finally finished, she kept licking and sucking on him, taking everything he could give her. After a minute, she finally raised her head, keeping her hand slowly stroking him. He was breathing heavily, his eyes still closed.

"Oh my God," he gasped.

He opened his eyes looking directly at her, his love for her, his desire, his overwhelming need so obvious. He grabbed her head and pulled her into a deep kiss.

It took a while for him to stop kissing her. He felt it had been forever since he'd felt like this with anyone. He needed it. He needed her. He fastened his pants again and situated himself in his seat.

"Where do we go?" he finally asked. "I haven't thought ahead at all. Any preference for a direction?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. North, I guess," she said at last. "We can just jump on the interstate."

He kissed her again. "North it is, then." He turned on the car and pulled out, turning out of the park and heading towards the highway.

"It's up here on the right," she said, pointing.

He sped up and pulled onto the highway, beginning their journey once again. He had no idea where they would go or what they would do. But they had each other.

It seemed like they drove for a long time, on this highway and that, turning this direction and then that, meandering, wandering. When it became mid-afternoon they saw a sign for a hotel at the next exit and decided it was time to stop, even if it was for one night. It looked like a decent one... he didn't want this to look like a one night stand or some hooker.

Vince pulled into the parking lot and left Jenn in the car as he checked in with the clerk and got a room. He slipped back into the car and started it up again, moving to the door closest to their room.

"It sounds like a nice room," he said, turning off the engine again. "And there aren't too many people here right now it seems."

She laughed. "I hope you didn't ask for a sound-proof room or something."

"Not this time," he smirked. "So you'll have to keep from screaming too loud."

He took the suitcases, one in each hand, and they made their way into the building and up to their room on the fourth floor. It seemed like a nice enough place, with an outdoor patio and pool area, a restaurant, and a small bar. And there were plenty of places to eat outside the hotel if they chose to stay longer.

She unlocked the door and led the way into the darkened room. The drapes were closed, but a little light streamed in around them. She heard the bags hit the floor before his hands were on her and he pushed her onto the bed, falling on top of her.

He kissed her before she could barely utter a word, his arms wrapping around her, his body pressing down onto her. She threw a leg over him, hooking his, pressing into him. Their kiss was deep, passionate, wrestling for more and more. He felt her grind her pussy into his leg and he pressed back, letting her have even more friction. She was panting as he used one hand to unfasten her bra his hand stroking over her bare back.

He pulled away slightly, sliding his hand under her t-shirt, exposing her bare breast, and bent down, licking and smothering it with kisses and nibbles. She was gasping, panting, wanting more of him, grinding into his leg even more.

He pulled back suddenly, leaving her breathless. "Let's take a shower and then we can relax."

"Me first!" She nodded, playfully, sliding off the bed and practically running into the bathroom.

He heard the door close and within seconds the shower was turned on.

He laughed, as he took off his clothes and tossed them on the other bed. He walked slowly, his erection obvious, and opened the bathroom door quietly. He could hear her in the bathtub, the water cascading over her. Her clothes were on the back of the door. He moved softly to the shower, and taking the curtain in his hand, opened it and stepped in.

"I meant together, doll," he said playfully, stepping forward and pulling her to him. Her hair was wet and fell down her back. He leaned down and kissed her again, letting the water spray her back. He moved his hips closer to her, letting his cock slide against her abdomen, and heard her moan her approval.

She turned to face the shower, pushing her back into him. Vince wrapped his arms around her, under her arms and raised them to cup her breasts. She raised her hands high as he began kissing her neck, cradling his head, as she gave him her neck. He bit her neck teasingly as his fingers lightly pinched her nipples making her moan yet again, the sound echoing in the small room making it even more erotic.

He pressed his hips into her, his cock sliding up her back between her ass cheeks. She moved her hips, gyrating against him, letting his cock stroke against her smooth, wet ass invitingly.

His hands were more forceful, holding her breasts, squeezing them as he continued nibbling on her neck. Both of them were gasping, their body heat hotter than the water in the shower. Vince imagined that the steam was generated by their bodies. He slowly slid a hand down her abdomen, lower and lower, his fingers tickling and teasing until he reached the cleft between her legs. He didn't feel any pubic hair at all and realized she was shaved bare.

Jenn was trembling in his arms as his fingertips teased over her clit, slowly touching it, caressing it, circling it. His hand dipped even deeper for a moment, sliding between her wet lips, and sliding just a little inside her. Jenn was like a little firecracker, her need was so demanding. She twisted and turned against him, pushing her hips into him, opening her knees wider and wider to encourage his every touch.

He grabbed her and pushed her to the back of the shower, well out of the water, and forced her against the wall. He put his hand on her throat, lightly choking her as she watched him, panting excitedly. Her hands moved to his wrist, holding it, but not stopping him. He lifted her leg with his free hand, putting it on the edge of the tub.

She licked her lips in excitement as she watched Vince turn and watch her pussy as his fingers continued their exploration. She couldn't look down to watch, only feel what he was doing and watch the lustful expression on his face.

Vince swirled his fingers over her mound, enjoying the smoothness and letting her know he liked her smooth like this. He licked his lips, imaging her taste as he swirled his fingertip over her clit, around and around, teasingly. She was panting, her legs shaking with excitement. They locked eyes for a moment as he slid a solitary finger into her, pushing deeply. Her eyes half closed and her mouth opened a little in obvious enjoyment.

Every breath she took was a little moan of approval and her eyes closed completely when his finger pushed deeply once more, his palm rubbing her clit. At first he ground his palm against her, pressing into her clit, wiggling his finger a deep inside her pussy. The he slid out and began thrusting two fingers inside, letting his palm slap against her clit, again and again, harder and deeper.

"Oh God," she whispered, barely able to make a coherent word, but it sounded like a yell in the tiny room.

"You like that, baby? Huh? Do you like how I fuck your pretty little pussy?" he said, emphasizing his words with deep thrusts.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, begging him with her eyes to make her cum.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking and sucking them while she watched helplessly. "Mmmm, you taste good," he moaned. He dropped his hand again and pushed it deep inside her pussy again, slowly. His fingers curled, pressing against her g-spot, making her body tremble.

He lifted his hand again, putting his wet fingers in front of her face, and pushed his fingers into her mouth. "Suck, doll. See how good you taste?" He fucked her mouth with his fingers, making sure she licked them clean. Then he released her neck and stepped back.

"It want it from the source," he whispered, dropping to his knees and pressing his face between her still-spread legs. He slipped his arms between her legs and cupped her ass, squeezing it, pulling her pussy into his waiting mouth. Her hands went to his head, holding him, entwining in his hair as she rode him, barely able to keep her balance.

His tongue pushed into her pussy, trying to go as deeply as it could, curling and swirling. He could taste her now, and relished it, needed it. And he wanted more.

She was moaning more loudly above him, moving her pussy with him, encouraging more and more contact. She wanted to fuck his face. She needed to cum so badly. She pulled his hair, grinding into his mouth as he moved his right arm and hand further forward... moving it closer... "Oh God," she moaned as she felt his thumb push into her ass. She thought her legs would completely buckle, but he pushed her shoulders into the wall and held her with his strong arms.

His thumb pushed deep as his tongue swirled over her over-heated clit and then began fingering her ass. He could feel her muscles clench as the first orgasm hit, but he wasn't going to stop there. Her moans and panting almost became a constant wail as he continued to assault her, driving her absolutely mad with pleasure.

He eased from between her legs and she nearly fell, slumping into the tub, but he helped her stand.

"Oh my God," she whispered, falling into his arms. She felt him still hard between them and backed up, her hands encircling his shaft. "God I love this cock... and the man it's attached to." She fell towards him again, kissing him and pushing him under the spray of water again.

He laughed as they both got wet again and cleaned up hastily. She suddenly turned the water off and grabbed towels from the rack, helping to dry herself and him off. "Hurry," she urged, grabbing his cock and pulling him out of the bathroom to the beds with it as a leash. She turned him and pushed him onto the bed, quickly following him.

Jenn lay against him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she slipped a leg between his and brought her lips up to kiss him. Vince wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards him. He could feel the hardness of her nipples and the wetness of her pussy as she lay against him.

Her hand kept its contact and started lovingly stroking his cock even as she tilted her head up to kiss him again, her tongue pressing into his mouth.

"I've been waiting for this for so long," she whispered, laying her head on his chest again. She stroked him, watching her hand making him harder and harder as she listened to his heart beat and breathing. It was so comforting feeling him against her, so perfect. His cock was throbbing and she knew she was exciting him. She loved exciting him.

"I know what else you've been waiting for," he said smiling a little and stroking her hair.

She giggled a little, almost embarrassed. She turned and kissed his chest, hoping that he really did know, and a little scared that he probably did.

"You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

"No," she whispered, even more embarrassed. "I kinda wished you did, though," she giggled.

He sighed in pleasure. "You know if you keep touching me like that, you'll drive me crazy. And you know what that means."

"Mmhmm," she giggled, stroking him faster, watching the head become deeper read, engorged with blood, ready for her. "That means I've distracted you," she giggled.

He grunted, his hips shaking a little. "Grrr", he growled, pulling her hair to pull her away from him. He slid to the edge of the bed and stood, moving to the chair in the corner of the room. He turned and sat down.

"Come here," he commanded softly. She looked at him questioningly, excited and scared. "Come... here," he said more forcefully.

She giggled shyly, moving to the edge of the bed and standing. His eyes followed her every move, scanning up and down her beautifully naked body. She almost felt like she should cover herself, almost shy that she was naked in front of him, even after all that had happened so far.

"Wait," he said, stopping her so that she stood in front of him. "I want to look at you," he said softly, his eyes intense. She watched his gaze fall on her breasts as they rose and fell with every breath. She could feel her nipples harden, aching for his lips to caress them. She suppressed a strong urge to cover them, wanting him to desire every inch of her body.

He sat forward in the chair, his hand reaching out to slowly caress her breasts, his fingertips circle her nipples. She closed her eyes for a moment as the pleasure and fear grew intense. She felt his fingers move lower, onto her stomach, making her yelp in ticklish agony. She remembered his forcefulness from the shower, contrasting it with his extreme gentleness now. It was... intoxicating.

His fingertips traced lower, onto her mons, where he circled slowly.

"Did you do this for me?" he asked, whispering, his eyes never leaving her beautiful pussy.

She shivered. "Yes."

"Mmmm," he said softly, his fingers touching her gently. "I'm very pleased you did. I love when you do things to please me."

She shivered. She would do anything to please him. And she knew he would do the same.

He slid his fingers over her labia, barely touching her. She was so wet, her pussy so sensitive, that she nearly orgasmed from his light touch.