The lip bite that I might change time and space to see again

 

We had had a long day, fun but long, and we had just talked through our first “fight” of sorts…me and this beautiful man I’d recently had the pleasure to get to know.  Very tall, very strong, dominant, but surprisingly not in the way where he’ll yell about every little thing that gets him riled up.  I haven’t known men like that before, having dated guys more punk than sweet in the past.  But this one, while he still has a punk streak, it’s the sweet side I like best about him. 

We were walking out of the event along a wooded path, he was still seeming very nervous about our disagreement, thinking perhaps that I needed him to change somehow to be with me.  I stop him…grab his sweaty but charmingly cute face in my hands, running my fingers through his curls as I hold onto his cheeks.  “I don’t need you to be any different than you are…I already like exactly who you are.  If you ever change anything, it should be because you wanted it to change…I’m not trying to change you.  Like I just said, I like you exactly as you are already and I don’t need you to be different.”

“Promise?” he says to me.

“Promise.” I say, then he holds out his pinky.  I take it in my pinky, but then feel obliged to tell him that pinky promises don’t mean much to me, having not grown up in the generation where children were always making pinky promises.

“Well it means a LOT to me…” he bristles.

“What I mean is, explain it to me, so it will mean the same thing to me as to you.”  He softens again, and we continue walking to my car.  It was time for me to go, having other things that required my attention even if they weren’t half as interesting as being there with him.

At my car, he unlatches my belt and removes it, then he begins unlacing my corset.  Next thing I know we’re kissing again…not quite a goodbye kiss, but not quite I’ll see you again either.  Looking into those gorgeous green eyes, I get lost in his embrace and his tantalizing scent: part long day spent in the sun, part dominant male-ness, and 100% desire for me.  Interesting that you can smell someone else’s desire for you in their aroma.  We keep talking a bit in between kisses, both wondering if we’ll ever see the other again.  I study his eyes, wanting to remember every detail, especially the tiny black dots of color mixed in with his green.  Three in total: two in one eye, one in the other.  His eyes change color a lot I’ve noticed, but not until this day had I seen the black specks in his eyes.  Right at this moment they were bright emerald green—the color they go when he’s happy. 

He bites his lip, in that delicious way that drives me wild.  I could live 100 more years and never forget how that lip bite makes me feel inside: totally free, totally wanted, and completely desired.  Even writing this now, it gets me excited just thinking about it.  I put my hands behind his head again and pull him into me.  Our tongues and breath mingling deliciously with the overpowering smell of him.  His sweat runs down onto my face, like a trickle of hot desire that might just devour me.  We break kissing and just look at each other again. I run my thumbs along the underside of his eyes, wiping up the sweat that’s forming there, and I bring them to my mouth one by one licking off his delicious saltiness.  This act drives him over the edge. 

He pushes me back against the car, his hard cock pinned against me.  Then he lifts up my skirt, runs his fingers along my inner thigh…and then licks the sweat from me off of them.  I reach out, shove my hand under his pants, wanting to feel more of him.  Finding his cock, I take it out of his pants and pull him closer to me with it. 

“Fuck me,” I whisper in his ear.

“But people might see…we might get arrested.”

“What a delectable reason to get arrested.” I raise my eyebrows at him, daring him to do it anyway.  I lick at the sweat on his neck…so tantalizing, so salty, so much erotic pleasure coursing through me as I do it. 

My hand still on his cock, I guide it under my skirt and put it inside me.  He startles at the warmth, but pushes into me in spite of his worries…he lifts me up a bit in his strong arms and props me against my car, and proceeds to fuck me right there in plain view of anyone else who might be leaving the event.  Little moans of pleasure escape his lips…I clamp my mouth onto his to stifle my own cries of pleasure.  Kissing so hard and his hard cock pumping back and forth, my knees start to get weak, he grabs me under my ass cheeks to support me, pulling me back and forth on him as I fully reach climax, my fluids running all down both our legs. 

“Give it to me baby, I need it…and quick, I think someone is coming.”

He pumps faster and faster quickly reaching his own orgasmic pleasure, spraying his semen all over my insides…then his legs go weak too…and he falls onto me, pinning me against my car again.  We both look over then and can’t quite tell if the person who was leaving had seen or known what we were doing, my long skirt doing a pretty good job of covering the actual act, suppose we’ll never know what she saw or didn’t.  We both laugh a bit at the thought that she probably had seen based on the shocked look on her face.  Then it’s time to go.  His brothers had left the event also and were trying their hand at getting a girl’s number, and they were now headed directly for us.  I reach down and pull his cock out of me, and help him get it back into his pants, while lowering my own skirt again.  He kisses me again, full of the kind of abandon and passion that only comes from shared secrets, and he walks away. 

“I WILL see you later,” he says as he walks away.  “So don’t say goodbye.”

“I hope so,” I say. “Until then…”  And I really do hope that he was right, and that it wasn’t goodbye.  But only time will tell.