Chapter 18: Chapter 18

She scooped her hand under his belt and to the hot hard length of his cock. The car jerked and worry and excitement shot through her. His reddish head peeked out and she could feel the veins bulging as his desire for her swelled.

She could feel her nipples scrape against the material of her bra. Every sensation heightened. With him firmly in hand, she moved her hand up and down, starting slowly. Adrian groaned, trailing off in something that almost sounded like a growl. She quickened her pace and his hips bucked in the seat.

With half a thought to his need to concentrate while driving, she slowed her hand. Adrian bit off a curse and she felt the car come to a stop.

"Are we there already?" She asked.

He gave her no answer, instead of covering her hand with his own and jerking his length between them. His head rolled back and his eyes fluttered closed. But the tight line of his mouth belied his true feelings. His pulse beat strongly in his neck, so hard she could see the blood pumping. She closed her lips over that pulse point, feeling him jerk once more at the sudden motion.

She wanted to climb on top of him, cut this short and guide his length in between the slick lips of her cunt. But she also wanted to see his face when he came from just her hand. With each stroke of her hand, their hands, his pulse beat faster and his hips bucked against the seat.

Little involuntary movements showing the true breadth of his pleasure. She kissed all along his neck and up his chin, meeting his mouth in a greedy kiss, their tongues melding. His free hand grabbed the back of her head, holding her against him tightly.

Each time they kissed he did this, holding her as if he could not bear to let her go. Andrea could barely breathe, but she didn't care. The taste of him only made her hotter. They moved even faster, Adrian groaning and moaning against her mouth. His hips didn't stop moving, following each stroke of their hands. For a moment all of his muscles tensed, and with a shout he came, gasping and cursing against her mouth. He pulled back, panting, and rested his

forehead against hers. Their eyes met and he smiled.

He made no move to start the car back up, instead of cleaning himself up with the bottom of his shirt. The consummate gentleman, he wiped her hand off with the same garment. "I feel like I'm sixteen again."

He leaned forward and kissed her once more. Andrea met him eagerly, smiling all the while.

He pulled at her shirt, she helped him by raising her arms as he pulled it over her head. Then came her bra, with the considerable skill he undid the hooks and she shimmied out of it. Her breasts

hung free in the cool air of the car, her nipples still puckered from pleasure.

He pulled back from the kiss. His eyes roamed over her topless form. That yellow glint back in them. Slowly, his head dipped to her chest and he took a hardened peak into his mouth.

Andrea gasped from the pleasure of it, falling back into her seat.

Adrian came with her, his free hand working at the waistband of her jeans.  His finger brushed over the hardened nub at the juncture of her thighs and she nearly jumped off the seat. She was so wet for him already.

He pulled back and met her eyes. "I am going to eat you up." But he only used his hand, first sticking one finger inside her slick folds and using his thumb to keep that excruciatingly pleasurable contact on her clit.

She moaned and he took his time, playing with her, listening to each little sound, gasps, moans, groans, curses. He smiled when she hissed out a studied chain of blasphemy and captured her lips with his own. A second finger joined the first, and then a third. But when she reached for his cock, wanting to take this to the next level he stopped her. "Just hands for now." She would be

satisfied, if only for the promise of more in time.

He pulled his fingers in and out, brushing against that nerve cluster with each movement. Sweat beaded and her hips bucked. But each time she stood at the edge of her pleasure he slowed down, prolonging the foreplay, holding back her climax.

Finally unable to handle it any longer she took his hand in her own and showed him how she pleasured herself. Circling and circling her clit until pleasure burst forth and she shuddered against him, drunk from the heat of it.

Andrea smiled, "I didn't have nearly this much fun when I was sixteen."

"Oh yeah? What did you do instead?"

"Total nerd," she admitted, her smile breaking into a grin. "I was that weirdo who stayed up all night burying my heads on my book just to gain admission into college." She leaned her head against his shoulder, completely comfortable with being as close to him as she could. "Hand jobs in the car were a mainstay of your teen years?"

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "I was just a normal kid, then." Wistfulness laced his tone.

"What?"

Adrian looked into the forest on the side of the road. He shook himself and let go of her, putting the car back into gear and pulling out onto the road. "We're not far from my place."

Andrea hadn't realized how far they had gone. The city lay miles behind them, the lights blinking in the distance. Here they were surrounded by trees, the mountains still visible in the

distance.

The sexual haze fading for the moment, a dash of worry wiggled through her. Perhaps she should have followed behind him. But she pushed it aside. There was no use worrying about

that now when there was nothing to be done. Worst case scenario she would bash him over the head and steal his car. The thought made her smile, perhaps not the best response. But she had

never handled danger properly.