He stood back up and stared down at me, posing an intimidating figure in his leathers and helmet. I sat up slightly, and shrugged out of the leather jacket, and his hands came to the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. I raised my arms in the air to help him, and then immediately dropped them behind my back to unclasp my bra.
Within seconds, I was completely naked before him, minus my heals. He leant forward, forcing me to lean back against the handles once more, and reached below me, bringing his covered face inches away from mine.
He brought the leather jacket off the floor and sat back up, holding it out for me to shrug my arms into.
I shivered as the cool leather hit my skin. I laid back down, my eyes on Dante as his hands went to his jeans and pulled down the zipper. I clenched in anticipation, seeing the folds of the material open and his hands slipping between the material to grasp his hard cock.
My breath quickened as Dante fisted himself, the tension mounting in the air between us. He held my gaze, the promise of something primal dancing in his eyes. His hand slowly pumped up and down the length of his cock as he pulled himself free and swung one leg over the bike. Straddled between my legs, he grabbed hold of my thighs and pulled me closer until they were resting on his thighs.
In one swift motion, he leaned back over me, his body hovering just above mine. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and I could feel myself arching toward him, craving the connection. “What do you want, darlin’?” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a jolt of electricity to my pussy, making me clench in anticipation.
“Just you,” I managed to choke out, my heart racing. “I want all of you.”
I heard the growl beneath the helmet as his hand fisted his cock once more, rubbing the head of it against my soaking pussy.
I thrust my hips up, feeling the tip of him slide past my pussy lips, before he took control and thrust inside me with one firm, hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “No matter how many times I have you, I will never get over the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Conscious of the fact we were on his bike, he thrust against me carefully, creating a steady rhythm that was so different to what I was used to from our sex life, but was delicious, nonetheless.
With long, deliberate strokes, I felt every inch of his cock slide in me and pull all the way out again, leaving only the tip buried inside me.
I held my breath each time he pulled out, almost terrified of him withdrawing completely. But he would thrust back in, stretching my pussy, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.
“Dante,” I breathed. He ran his hands down my stomach until he was between my legs, finding my clit with ease. I arched my back as he began to rub small, slow circles around it in time with his thrusts. I felt the pressure building inside me, spiralling with every push and rub of his fingers. My body responded to the dual sensations—one slow, deep, the other relentless and teasing. “You’re so fucking responsive,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I could play with you like this all night.”
His words ignited a fire within me, and I could feel the urge to scream his name clawing at my throat. I gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into the leather of his jacket, wanting to pull him closer even as our bodies joined together.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, desperate for more, for the release that was teasing just beyond my grasp. Dante quickened his pace, the force of his thrusts driving me deeper against the bike. The world around us faded, reducing to the rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding and the intoxicating scent of leather mixed with sweat.
“Is this what you wanted?” he rasped. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“Sex as your old lady is better than ever,” I moaned, unable to suppress the tease that spilled from my lips. He growled again and ripped the helmet off, throwing it onto the ground with careless abandon, and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my lips and stroked my tongue along his, loving the reaction he had to hearing me call myself his old lady.
As he doubled down on his thrusts, his fingers danced faster over my clit, igniting fireworks behind my eyelids. I felt the tension unfurling, my pussy tightening with each stroke, each tantalising rub.
He leaned down further, his lips grazing the exposed skin of my collarbone, sending shivers straight down my spine. My moans grew louder, and I barely recognised the desperate sounds spilling from me.
“God, you’re amazing,” he breathed against my skin.
“There’s more to come yet,” I teased, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I pressed my hips up to meet his thrusts, inviting him to give me more. I tensed my pussy around him as tight as I could and released a moment later.
“Rachel…” he warned, his voice shaky.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” I asked innocently, using his own pet-name for me against him. “Don’t you like it?” I tensed again, holding it for a second longer.
“Fuck,” he breathed, the word sounding stretched and shaky. “You need to stop doing that or—”
His words were cut off when I ignored his low warning and tensed again, a giggle leaving my lips as he bucked against me. I relaxed and then immediately tensed back up, drawing him deeper into me, squeezing my pussy around his cock until I was choking him.
He responded with a deep growl that reverberated within me, every sound emerging from his throat igniting the fire within. “You’re trouble,” he grinned, moving his hands underneath my ass.
With a swift movement, he shifted, altering our angle just slightly, and the new positioning sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through me that made me cry out. He raised me up and leant back slightly so that I was straddling him. I placed my lips against his as I positioned my legs around the bike so that I was able to move against him, sinking down onto him so his cock was deep inside me, exactly like I craved.
He held onto my ass, kissing me back as he helped me move, raising me up and lowering me down. His powerful thighs were the only thing keeping the bike upright as I rocked my body against him.
He thrust upwards, driving deep and deepening the connection we shared. Each thrust felt more powerful than the last; the raw intimacy of the moment and the inescapable reality of our surroundings added an electrifying edge.
