Rafe made good on his promise to see me again the very next day, though my welcome was somewhat subdued by necessity since Cara was back in the apartment with us. I had only spoken to her in the most general terms when describing my weekend, but I thought her smirk was a little too knowing when she walked past the living room where we were cuddled on the couch, and I was sure I saw her wink my way.
If possible, my body had been even more sore when I woke up, but with Rafe's return came the flood of hormones that had my skin tingling and my panties growing damp in preparation for what I so desperately wanted. My increasing agitation must have been apparent in my touch because he'd only been there half an hour before Rafe bent close to my ear and whispered hotly, "How about we go for a drive?"
I hopped up immediately and Rafe laughed, that warm earthy rumble that I so l loved. I blushed at my own eagerness but grinned back in good humor.
"Let me just get changed out of my pajamas," I told him, starting toward my room.
"Okay." He stretched his muscular arms along the back of the couch and added in a carefully casual way, "Why don't you wear a skirt?"
Blushing all the more fiercely, I hurried to get ready.
Fifteen minutes later, we were zooming along the roads on our way out of the city. The ruffled skirt of my sundress fluttered in the temperate autumn breeze that blew in through the windows. The purr and hum of the engine vibrated deliciously against my crotch where it was pressed against the seat, highlighting how little was between my skin and the open air. Strands of my hair teased out of my ponytail to tickle my neck and face. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes in enjoyment.
Rafe's touch on the bare flesh of my knee made me start slightly. He smiled as he watched the road. I smiled too and resumed my perusal of the increasingly rural surroundings. A minute later though, his hand left my knee so he could shift gears, and when it returned, it was markedly higher on my thigh, displacing the hem of my dress. I glanced at him again, but he only smirked at the road and slid his fingers increasingly upwards along the smooth skin of my leg.
My breath hitched then grew shallow, my eyes fixed on his expression while his touch made its unerring progress towards my panty-clad mound. I couldn't help myself and spread my thighs slightly in tacit encouragement, mentally urging him on.
When he finally brushed my pussy through the thin material of my underwear, I let out a tiny moan. His teasing seemed to have awoken my every nerve ending to full responsiveness and even his feather-light touch was enough to get my juices going, the wetness only increasing when he felt out my clit through the fabric and focused his efforts.
My awareness of the road disappeared as my focus zeroed in on his fingers. Rafe increased the pressure against my tiny nub and my moans grew in direct proportion. I felt the material between us grow saturated and slippery, the slight texture of it becoming masked by my own enthusiastic secretions. Abruptly, his fingers hooked around the edge of my panties and bared me completely to the air and I gasped at the cool rush.
I didn't have long to register the new sensation however before I felt one of his long digits slide downward over my clit, eliciting a whine of pleasure from my throat, before it slipped easily inside of me. My still-tender flesh opened eagerly to his touch and flooded the rest of me with bliss so that when he added a second finger, I could only let my head fall back and whimper at the extra fullness. He pumped his fingers in and out in a slow, steady pace, the heel of his hand rubbing occasionally against my swollen clit and I rocked my hips against him, lost in the mounting feeling. I could feel the beginnings of my first orgasm of the day curling within my belly.
Before I could reach it though, his hand withdrew again and I groaned, my eyes opening to glare at him in heavy-lidded protest. He was shifting gears again, but this time, he wasn't smiling as he glanced at me, his features fixed instead in what recognized with quickening pulse as lust.
Rafe quickly maneuvered the car through a turn onto a wooded dirt and gravel road, the bumps making my breasts jiggle below the demure neckline of my dress. He didn't touch me again, but it wasn't necessary to maintain the state of my arousal because almost as soon as we had rounded out of sight of the main road, he pulled over onto a pseudo-shoulder of the drive, red and ochre leaves crunching under the wheels.
The engine had scarcely stopped rumbling before he climbed out and strode around to my side. Opening the door, he leaned across me to release my seatbelt then swiftly gripped the back of my head to press his mouth to mine in a devouring kiss. I hummed in delight and wrapped my arms around his neck, sliding my tongue against his, the taste of him inflaming my need.
I squeaked as he slid his arms beneath me and lifted me effortlessly from the car. Rafe released my mouth long enough to transfer his lips to the corner of my jaw, inhaling deeply then licking and nipping at the skin there, making me tighten my arms around his neck and whimper with longing. I was right at the brink of begging when he set me down just as suddenly, spinning me around to press against me from behind.
His hands found my breasts and I covered them with my own small ones, feeling the strength of the bones sliding under his flesh even while he located my nipples through my dress and bra to pinch them with
just
the right amount of pressure. I let my head fall back into his chest and he started nipping at my neck again, cueing my hips to gyrate back into the large bulge I could feel pushing against my ass.
That was all it took. He urged me to bend over the hood of his car with a hand between my shoulder blades and a growl in his throat, then hurried to flip the flowing material of my skirt over my waist. The metal of the hood was warm under my palms and the autumn air was cool against my exposed skin. I looked over my shoulder to see him hastily undoing his pants but he didn't bother taking off my underwear, instead taking advantage of the way the soaked gusset was still pushed to the side. Without further delay or a word spoken between us, he lined himself up with his hand, rubbing the silky head of his dick against my slick flesh, and plunged inside.
I cried out as I was stretched and he grunted in satisfaction, holding inside of me a moment as we both relished the renewed physical connection. Then he started fucking me in earnest.
The new angle of this position had his cock hitting deeper inside of me than ever before, or maybe it was just that with me bent over being taken from behind, there was no mitigating factor to slow his penetration. He bottomed out with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure and tingles of pain through me each time he banged against my cervix. I yelped and moaned, arching my ass higher, an ardent participant to the assault.
Rafe slowed his pace long enough to brush the straps of my dress and bra from my shoulders so that it could be coaxed down, exposing the pebbles of my nipples to his direct touch to be rolled and pinched while I purred at the added stimulation. He used his grip on my tits to pull me back to his chest again, and pressed his lips to my shoulder, his breath hot and moist, his cock still in my pussy, keeping me pinned on and against his solidity. We rocked like that for a minute, slow, almost dancing, my eyes closed and head swimming with delight.
He couldn't sustain it though, driven by primordial need for completion, and bent us both at the waist so that I had to brace myself against the car again while he started thrusting hard. Long, deep strokes to renew the pressure on my cervix, the pace increasing as his grip shifted to my hips. I gasped again, this time in pain alone as his fingers dug into the bruises from our first time together, only now really starting to manifest as purple blooms against my fair skin. Thankfully, I was quickly distracted by a roll of his pelvis while he was hilted inside me and I let my breath out in an appreciative moan.
An answering growl issued from behind me and his thrusts grew faster, and even harder. The pain of his ironlike fingers digging into my bruised flesh was a distraction, but not enough of one to impede the growing tension of orgasm that was winding inside me. I used my braced arms on the car to throw my weight back onto his impaling cock, assisting in my own debauchery, straining for the peak, and his punishing grip on my hips ensured that over half his length slammed into me at every stroke so that my breath was forced out of me with each impact as a panting squeak, my tits jiggling beneath me.
I writhed against him, the slapping of his pelvis into my ass and the wet sounds of my cunt growing distant as I felt his rubbing cock at last pushing me into that final ascent.
Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes...
