A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. I am in school, and I have a child to raise. I hope you enjoy this one.
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His car smelled just as good as he did, like smooth, rich leather—a new car smell. "How long have you had this?"
"Oh, not long. I had it shipped in about a month ago. You like it?"
"It's beautiful."
"Like you." He put his hand over hers and kept it there for what seemed to be minutes, but was only seconds. The thing was, she didn't want him to move it. His skin felt good on hers and she liked it—a lot. He took a deep breath. "We'd better get going before I get us in trouble. We're all alone here and I could get us in a lot of trouble, Bev—you know how crazy I am."
The way he said that made her want to say, forget the park. Let's get naked. Then she actually did say it, and didn't even realize it at first. She was so taken by how fine and gentle he'd become.
That took him by surprise. "I thought I'd never hear you say that to me." He brought her hand to his mouth and started sucking her fingers, every single one of them, nice and slow. Ethan excited her like no man ever had before, especially considering her marriage and dates with Pleistocene men. He was so different. What he was doing to her fingers put her in a trance. She took her other hand and caressed his cheek. Before long, her fingernails were tracing a line down his perfect nose to his lip line. All along, her quivering voice was saying his name over and over again. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first, Ethan."
"Maybe I've changed."
"No, you're still gorgeous."
"You thought I was gorgeous?"
"By the time you were in your teens, yeah. But I'd never have told you that. I should have recognized you, though. Do you remember those staring contests we used to have? I knew every inch of your face, right down to those small freckles on your cheeks."
"Sure I remember and I never lost."
"I wonder why that was. Better control than me?"
"It was because I couldn't take my eyes from you, Beverly. I still can't. I know every part of your beautiful face, and it's even more beautiful every time I look at you."
He placed her fingers on his chest. His urgent movements beckoned her fingers to work those buttons. She couldn't wait to unleash him. His body heat was radiating through his silk shirt already, and she could feel how finely chiseled his chest was; she couldn't wait to see it, taste it. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. She was drowning in him.
She pulled back the unbuttoned shirt and raked her nails gently up and down his chest. "You aren't cold, are you?"
"I've never been hotter."
That was just fine because her lips went right to his erect nipples. Nothing had ever tasted that wickedly fantastic to her. The warm intensity of her tongue made him tense with each lick, and she made sure to leave lavish wet streaks across his beautiful bronze chest. He was smooth and wet, like human honey.
He let the seat back and placed her hand over his erection, rocking it up and down with such friction, watching Beverly as she stared into his incredibly handsome face.
"Ethan, let me—let me experience you."
"It's right here for you, sugar. It belongs to you, always did."
It was so hard and thick, practically touching his stomach. She really got to work on him after feeling all of that. Tender tongue massages continued to lap his chest while her fingers played with his navel and zipper, inching it down. It was practically splitting apart from the size of him, and when she reached in, she pulled it out—all of it, all nine inches. The man was packing!
Ethan barely pulled away, needing to ask a question that needed an immediate answer. "Have you really thought of me before now?"
She toyed with his lower lip, saying, "Every once in a while, but I never expected this." He wanted to say something, but her fingers covered his mouth.
"We can talk later. Now, we make love." The decadence ensued as her tongue moved way down his chest, tickled his navel with sweet torture. Moments later she was experiencing what she knew he owned, taking what she knew was her destiny. She heard the click of the seat reclining, smiled in complete satisfaction, and then went all the way live on him. The very minute her lips made contact with his tip; she knew he'd be a habit, much harder to break than smoking or chocolate.
Her lips covered him, getting almost all of him in, and slowly moved up and down, giving him the pleasure he deserved, the pleasure she yearned for. He'd waited so long, and it had been so unnecessary. Had he just found her sooner, her lonely life would have been so complete. That was then, and this was now. Ethan, Ethan—what a man, and what a world he was in.
Beverly could hear his sexy voice just about howling, fogging up the windows. Man, he even tasted like heaven and she wondered then how good he'd feel inside of her. The very thought made her want to slide out of everything she had on.
He was thinking the same thing. His hand slid up her skirt, feasting on the feel of her silk hip panties, relishing in the moisture her body emitted, knowing for damn sure what was to come. There was no stopping those two long fingers. He continued prodding, poking, pleasing her, taking her to that point, that magical point they could both share in with quivering waves of unbridled ecstasy. He was pleasing her in every possible way. His low voice murmured, "God, I knew you were wet and juicy like this."
"Then don't stop," she breathed.
