Kyle weaved his lips to and fro in the summer air, pulling away at the last second and hearing Michelle's sighs around his earlobes, as she tried to latch on for a smouldering kiss. He smiled to himself, without giving it time to appear on his features. His hands gripped around her hips, allowing his fingertips to delve inside the waistband of her jeans, and discover her distinct lack of underwear. He sighed through his nostrils and held tighter.
His eyelids squinted under the sunlight and, as he savoured the soft, bare flesh of her bum, he pushed his hips forward, reducing the strain of the erection against his jeans. He succumbed to his desires and allowed his lips brush hers.
They kissed deep. Using his toned arms, he hiked her higher on his thighs, hearing the bare soles of her feet lower to the bonnet of the car behind him, on which he sat. Her lips warm, moist and inviting, he teased his tongue through to taste the inside of her mouth. His eyes closed.
Leaning back against the hood of the car, he balanced his wife on his hips, giving him the freedom to run one hand up over her side and under her arm, to the nape of her neck. He opened his eyes for a split second, catching her gaze, and with a grunt that exploded from his lungs, he ripped open the front of her shirt. Buttons flew in every direction, dropping silently to the vibrant, green grass below.
Her breasts bounced, free from the material which had hidden them. She groaned into his mouth, thrusting her chest onto his. The soft, ample flesh moulded to the contours of his torso.
His fully erect manhood surged, painful, restrained, against the tight material of his trousers, as her erect nipples scraped across his bare chest. His eyes flitted behind the closed lids, as liquescent echoes of their hungry kisses lingered all around.
