This is another story that not everyone will understand excepting those who have experienced passion with someone "forbidden". Enjoy!
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My eyes popped inexplicably open and in the dark I glanced over at my nightstand where my phone was alight; the blue light blinking. I opened the case, squinted at the brightness of my screen and saw that it was 2:45am. The message from him was simple.
"Come outside."
My stomach immediately started flipping, nervous butterflies dancing around with giddy anticipation. The loud snoring next to me assured me I was safe to move and I did so, deftly hopping out of bed, pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it into the corner hamper, replacing it with the pink sundress I had hanging loosely in the closet. No bra, pink thong and silver flip flops on my feet.
A quick trip to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth best I could in the dark and then I tip toed through the room and out into the darkness of the living room. I listened for a second, assuring myself that it was safe before heading out the front door, quietly closing it behind me.
A set of headlights flashed briefly, summoning me towards him, not that it was needed, the pull between us was ridiculously strong, but it was a helpful guide. I scampered across the street and pulled the handle on the passenger side and slid into the car. We looked over at one another, identical smug smiles plastered on our faces.
"All clear?" He asked, placing his hand on my knee and sliding up quickly but stopping short. Immediately, I felt myself get wet from his touch.
"I think so, he's snoring away. She's asleep too..." I replied, guilt sneaking up briefly but evaporating when he suddenly reached in to kiss my lips. All thoughts of anything other than the taste of his lips left my mind. My own parted and our tongues touched, heaven found again. Being with him made all the struggles of day to day life all but disappear.
As we passionately kissed his hands wandered to my breasts and he cupped them, thumbs grazing nipples; a low moan escaped me. He abruptly pulled away and turned back towards the steering wheel and turned the engine over.
"Not yet." He said as he put the car in gear and pulled onto the road.
"Where are we going?" I asked, not that I cared, but I was curious. He could've taken me right there in front of my house, hell, he could take me in front an audience, whatever he wanted made me happy and turned me on.
"You'll see." Wow, he was extra chatty tonight. His hand on my leg, however, spoke volumes as it roamed up and down, getting closer and closer to my pussy each time. His fingers stretched the elastic of my thong, reaching in briefly before moving back down my leg slowly and sensually rubbing as he went, turning me on as I leaned back in the seat, spread my legs slightly and bit my lip, eyes closing in pleasure.
"Wax?" He asked, fingers coming back to rub just above where I wanted him to, before dipping ever so briefly into my now soaking pussy.
"Oh god... yes, last weekend..mmmm that feels so good..." I managed to get out as he found my clit with his fingers and teased it, getting me to just the edge before pulling back, wiping his hand on my dress before quickly down-shifting, preparing to make a left hand turn into what appeared to be a park. He pulled into the deserted parking lot and stopped the car.
"Get out." He said, his mood apparently shifted for a reason I'm sure I would soon discover. I obediently got out of the car; as strange as it was, the edginess he often emanated was one of the things that turned me on the most. I guess I loved knowing I drove him a little crazy.
We met at the trunk, he grabbed a black duffle bag from within it and slung it over his shoulder. He slammed the trunk, took my hand in his and started walking towards a dark path.
He didn't speak as we walked, I stayed quiet as well but hummed under my breath, so happy to be close to him and anxiously anticipating what was to come. We walked several hundred feet through trees with low hanging branches that we had to duck and dodge until we reached a clearing.
He dropped my hand and unzipped the bag, he pulled out a blanket that he handed to me. I spread it out on the ground then turned on the flashlight feature on my phone, holding it up to give him light.
He dropped to his knees, still fumbling through the bag and came out with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He set them on the blanket then turned his phone to play some soft music. I set about pouring the wine, my heart swelling with the obvious care and planning he had put into this.
Though I could tell something was bothering him, I hoped it wouldn't affect the precious time we had together.
"Last weekend, huh?" He said and instantly I knew what was wrong.
"Yes, Saturday," I said, looking at his face and finding his eyes in the dark. We held the gaze for several seconds as he debated what to say next. I knew what he was thinking.
I saw the emotions pass over his face and felt each one with him. We hadn't been together in over a week and I knew he wondered what I did when he wasn't around. It was so unfair and sometimes impossible, the way we felt and the situation we had created.
But walking away was not an option. All the petty jealousy and the bitterness that often crept in was made better by the intense way we felt for one another. It was something we never talked about but nonetheless existed for both of us. I wasn't sure now was the right time to delve into it. I just wanted to make his doubts and insecurities disappear. By making sure he knew what he meant to me.
"I don't do it for him. I do it for us. For you." I accentuated my statement by kissing him. He hesitated, deciding, I thought, whether to pursue the conversation or let it go and enjoy the evening. A split second later the decision was made, he kissed me back, harder, the dominating side of him taking over as he pushed me back onto the blanket. He stopped for a second to down his glass of wine and set mine aside.
He then moved on top of me, roughly pulling up my dress, exposing my breasts, before kissing me again, possessing me in the way only he could do. His hand wandered up and grabbed my left breast, squeezed it roughly, then brought his mouth down, lips encircling my nipple as he sucked in.
"Fuck," I said, so quickly ecstasy taking over my mind. My hands moved to his head, running through the luscious hair on his head as he moved his mouth back and forth between my nipples, sucking each one, teeth grazing occasionally, marks inevitable, but I didn't care. I loved letting him take me.
"What do you want?" He asked, his voice deep with desire, pulling me out of my mind and his head off of my breasts as his hands wandered my face and neck, tracing some invisible pattern only he could see. My hands stayed in his hair, pulling softly as I considered what he meant.
So many different answers played on my tongue just as I knew the question was meant in a hundred different ways. I decided to keep us in the moment, putting off the inevitable conversation, and said, "I want you to lick it, baby, make me cum with your mouth..."
Again, in the dark, our eyes met and held briefly before he began to comply, easing down my body, kissing my warm abdomen and pelvis as he went. My fingers lingered in his hair as he moved and I squirmed eagerly as he got closer.
He spread my legs apart and blew on my moist pussy before diving in, moving aside the string of my thong and darting his tongue out to flick at my clit. Electric bolts of pleasure went through my body as he moved his tongue quickly across my clit.
