Page 18 of Jealous Mountain Man
The tone of his voice said it all. The possibility of being caught was part of the adventure. We’d done this many times in our marriage, but not for a while. Not since the birth of our oldest daughter.
My heart was racing as I navigated to the end of the row and pulled into a parking space. I looked around, shifted into park, and took my foot off the brake.
Enzo was already reaching for his door handle, his seatbelt unbuckled. “Let’s get in the back. The windows are tinted, and we’ll have more room.”
“Good thinking.”
We didn’t know who was gathered up ahead making all that noise. The last thing I wanted to do was corrupt some innocent young mind who happened upon us.
Enzo had his pants undone by the time I was in the back seat. He wasn’t wasting a second. I still found myself glancing out the window, paranoid that someone might be watching. Not a person in sight—just rows and rows of vehicles.
I closed the door behind me and shifted my focus to my husband, savoring the heat in his stare. His pants and underwear rested around his thighs, his cock standing straight up. Yeah, it was no mystery what he hoped would happen next.
I lifted up, jerking the skirt above my hips and revealing my bare lower body to my husband. One last glance around, then I leaned forward, wrapping my hand around his cock and licking my lips. I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth—mostly because I knew how much he liked it.
No sound in this world made me as happy as the guttural moan Enzo gave when my lips wrapped around him and I took him deep—as deep as I could go. I began moving freely, using myhand and my lips to tease him until he threw his head back and closed his eyes.
His hand began running over my back, tugging up my dress and sliding it all the way up until he was touching my breast. Now it was my turn to moan as his fingers teased my nipple.
But before we could really get going, he used his other hand to pull me off him. Without a word, he gestured for me to come over to his seat. I was still climbing on top of him when I felt him yanking the dress upward, toward my head. He wanted me naked. He wanted to see my breasts as I rode him.
Again, I looked out the window. It was definitely tinted. There was no seeing inside—not unless you pressed your face to it. Nobody was going to do that. And besides, there still wasn’t a soul in sight. So I let him bare my breasts, right there in a packed parking lot at the top of the mountain.
Enzo’s eyes feasted on my naked body as I straddled him, lowering myself into position. As I sank onto him, his thumb went to my clit, stroking gently, while he tucked his head to run his tongue around my nipple.
I began moving slowly, our eyes meeting as he took my full nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it until I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He soon switched to the other breast as I barely moved on him, savoring every second.
“Oh,” I moaned as warmth spread through my body.
I was so wet for him. I’d wanted him for so long, my body began its rush toward orgasm in just a couple of minutes.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I nodded. “Keep going.”
“You feel so good. So tight and wet. I can’t wait to come inside you.”
Then he stopped talking and took my nipple in his mouth again. He moaned as he ran his tongue around it, but I was the one getting pleasure. I began moving faster and faster as histhumb increased its pace on my clit. Yes. This wouldn’t take long at all for either of us.
“Oh God,” I cried out. “Oh God. Fuck yes.”
And then I couldn’t speak at all as my orgasm rocked through me. Some part of me registered that I was gripping his shoulders even tighter as I threw my head back and gasped.
When I finally opened my eyes, I looked down to see him still staring at my breasts. He liked the way they bounced when I rode him.
So I flipped my hair back over my shoulder, then reached behind me, running my fingers over his balls. That forced his gaze back to my face, his eyes wide.
He liked that. So I kept it up, using my left hand to balance myself as I rode him, up and down. Soon, his gaze dropped again to my breasts, his hands cupping them, running his thumbs over my nipples. That was all for him. He liked touching me as much as I enjoyed being touched.
I looked around as I began moving faster, wondering if our motion was making the vehicle rock. But no, we were still completely alone. I had nothing to worry about. That freed me to bounce faster, harder.
His eyes drifted shut, and seconds later, he let out a grunt so loud, anyone immediately outside the van would’ve heard. Thank God nobody was out there. We could make all the noise we wanted.
“Oh fuck, that was awesome,” he said, pulling me toward him as he remained inside me.
I closed my eyes and smiled. I could stay like this forever.
“I’m going to have to pick you up from work more often,” I said.
