“On a road in the middle of the day?”
“I haven’t seen a single car this entire time.”
“Itisa pretty remote road…not exactly the fastest route,” he mused.
I laughed. “Something tells me you chose this route on purpose, hoping for something like this.”
He tipped his head to one side. “Might’ve considered the possibility in the back of my head.”
“Good considering,” I said, and dropped to my knees.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Eva,” he murmured.
I reached for his pants, undoing the button and lowering the zipper. “Don’t compliment me, don’t ask me if I’m sure, don’t tell me this about me or anything like that. Just go along with the fantasy, okay?”
“This ain’t fantasy, Eva. This is reality.”
“I know,” I said. “That’s the best part.”
With his trousers undone, his cock bulged out. I reached up behind myself and tugged down the zipper of my dress and pulled it forward and off, so I was naked from the waist up—for him, but also for me, because I got a thrill from the daring of it.
“Ho-lyfuck.”
I grinned, and yanked his trousers down, and his underwear. “Take off your shirt. I want to see more of you.”
He ripped off the coat and tie, unbuttoned a few shirt buttons and tugged it up over his head. “That better?”
His trousers and underwear were around his ankles, and he was naked the rest of the way up, all on display for me. “Perfect.”
And then…
I grabbed his cock.
Slid both hands around him and spent a while just touching him, re-familiarizing myself with the glorious magnificence of his cock. Stroked and caressed him, the head, the shaft, his heavy balls, all over, until he was moaning in his throat. I gazed up at him, nerves jangling through me. I licked my lips, opened my mouth, sighing nervously as I lowered my face toward him.
“Eva—” he murmured. I took him into my mouth, and he groaned, a long, low rolling sound. “Goddamn, Eva.Goddamn.”
I smiled, or tried to, in pride at the raggedness of his voice. I say Itriedto smile, but with his dick in my mouth, smiling was impossible, because my jaw was levered open to the max, lips stretched to accommodate his massiveness.
I spent a long, long time, then, reenacting everything I’d visualized and fantasized about sucking this incredible man’s incredible cock. I knew he’d make me scream later, and I knew he’d show me sweetness and roughness and everything in between.
This wasn’t about that.
This was about me.
Taking what I wanted for myself.
I went slow, learning the feel of him, learning how to keep my teeth off him, how to angle to take more of him—learning that the feel of him sliding down my throat was a thrillingly frightening rush as I fought the urge to gag, opening my throat and breathing through my nose. I used my hands, stroking him. I used my mouth all over him, along the sides, on his balls. I used my tongue, licking every delicious inch.
I gloried in his cock.
Drowned myself in it.
Felt the wind on my breasts, stole glances up at him, and at the blue sky and the road, and shuddered in excitement at the thought that someone might drive by at any moment.
I learned the erotic thrill of the way he responded, the grunts when I took him into my throat, the soft moans when I licked him, the breathy inhalations when I tongued the slit at the top, the long snarl when I bobbed, slowly taking more and more and more.
I felt his stomach tighten, felt his hips flexing. His hands buried in my hair, gathered it up on the top of my head.
