Hot Hallowe’en: Backseat driving
We're parked in one of our favourite spots,
overlooking the twinkling lights of Cape Town,
there's a gusty wind tugging at the car
threatening to blow us off the side of mountain.
My eye catches yours,
I smile, gently running my nails up your thigh,
you answer with a mischievous smile and you lean over to kiss me.
I look at the backseat suggestively
and we tumble on to it like children.
I lie down on your lap, looking out through the window at the moon.
"It's the first thing I saw tonight," you say.
The moon looks like the sly smile of cat
as it casts a murmur of yellow over the night sky.
You run your hand over my leg and my heart starts racing.
You look up at me sheepishly, a smirk playing across your handsome face.
The roughness of your hands sends thrills through my body as you run your fingers across the softness of my stomach,
you dip your finger into my navel and the gesture
mimics a tug at a deeper part of me.
Your hand manoeuvres up under my bra and my head cocks back,
anticipating your touch,
you gently caress my breast in the small of your hand,
playing with it like a small boy would with clay.
You murmur, "This bra is way too tight, babe."
I unhook it to give you free rein over me.
I sit up,
weaving my fingers through your hair,
nuzzling my nose against the nape of your neck,
where the all too familiar smell of you,
mixed with body heat,
sends a calming wave over me.
I start to kiss you more feverishly,
you answer my kisses without hesitation,
your tongue thrusts deep,
rolling around and dancing with mine,
I can feel my body come alive.
I arch my back,
coaxing your hand down the front of my pants.
I let out a moan of pleasure as your fingers slip into the heavenly wetness of me.
You use your finger to tease me as you stroke against the tip inside me,
I drive my body deeper into your hand,
desperate for your touch.
I close my eyes and drift off,
giving myself completely to you.
as my desire grows,
I climb on to your lap,
pulling down your pants.
We smile shyly.
Your powerfulness is set free
and I run my hand along its smooth shaft.
I love this feeling,
holding you between my fingers.
Taking complete control over you.
I ease myself on to your erection,
leaning back to savour the feeling as you glide, effortlessly,
I love the way you fit inside me,
firm and warm,
comforting and exhilarating.
We rock back and forth,
moving in a slow and steady rhythm.
I cradle your head in my hands, looking down at you,
as the light of the moon lights up the curves of your face.
I kiss you again,
and lose myself within you completely.
As we near the summit of our journey I let out a heartfelt sigh.
Satisfied and dazed I lean forward,
"I sure love backseat driving with you."
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