Page 101 of Making It Up

He kisses me, hot and deep, his mouth opening immediately, so his tongue can stroke along my lips and then against my tongue as soon as I grant him access.

He gives a little growl as I moan into his mouth.

Sliding to the ground accomplishes two things. One, it gets my body up against his more fully. Two, it allows him to take a seat on the four-wheeler. That’s the only thing that pulls our mouths apart, and not for long.

He climbs on the four-wheeler and then reaches out, lifting me onto the machine with him. I’m facing him, straddling his thighs, my skirt hiking up high on my legs.

His big hand rests on the back of my neck, and he kisses me deeply with his other hand against my lower back, grinding me against his hard cock.

Shudders of heat and lust go through me, and I happily help with the grinding.

“Can’t get totally naked on a four-wheeler,” he says against my mouth. “Someone could drive up. And lots of potential bug bites.”

“This will have to do,” I say, reaching for the tie behind my neck that’s holding my dress up. I pull on the end of the bow and the bodice of my dress gapes and falls away from my breasts.

My bra-less breasts.

David growls his approval. “This will more than do.”

One hand drops to cup my left breast, his rough thumb rubbing over the tip, causing my pussy to clench and heat to build in my gut.

I’m about to say something about him getting his clothes out of the way, but then he says something that makes me freeze.

“Lift up. Use the handlebars.”

My gaze flies to his. Those are the exact words I wrote in the latest chapter of my fanfiction. I’ve only published half of the scene, and it just published about an hour ago. That has to be a coincidence. My mind spins. There are probably only a few ways, maybe one, to give that instruction. That has to be it.

“Mia? Put your hands on the handlebars and lift yourself up.”

I know. Right. I need to do that.

I reach back and grip the handlebars, lifting myself slightly. Okay, that totally works the way I imagined, though it’s going to take more muscle stamina to hold myself here than I really thought through. It also leaves me unable to use my hands for anything else.

That doesn’t seem to be a problem for David. Both of his hands slide to my outer thighs, then slip up under my skirt to rest on my hips, his thumbs in the creases of my hips.

His gaze is hot as he studies me, my breasts fully on display, my back arched slightly by the position of my hands. His gaze goes from my breasts to my eyes, then back to my breasts.

“Holy shit, you are a fantasy come true,” he says. He leans in and puts his mouth on my nipple, sucking hard as his hands strip my panties down my legs. Without any encouragement needed, I lift so that he can slide them all the way off my legs and toss them somewhere. I don’t care where at all.

I settle back down onto the seat. I’m shifted back enough that he’s able to undo his buckle, then the snap and zipper of his fly. His eyes are still glued on me. He lifts his hips and pulls denim and cotton out of my way.

“One disadvantage to this is I can’t see you as well as I want to,” I tell him.

He gives a little chuckle and reaches for one of my hands, bringing it forward to his cock. I happily wrap my hand around him. He’s thick and hot and steely hard.

“I guess you’re gonna have to go by touch,” he tells me, his voice tight.

“Guess so,” I say, my voice breathless.

I stroke up and down his length twice before he says, “The other disadvantage is I don’t think it’s going to work to sit you up on those handlebars and bury my face between your legs.”

Now I suck in a breath, my eyes wide. Not because of the thing he said…okay, yes, because of the thing he said. But not because David said it to me. Because my hero said it to my heroine in my latest scene.

Since it’s not something I could just type into a search bar, I’d actually looked up the measurements to a four-wheeler, then got a tape measure out, trying to figure out if there was a way for the hero to comfortably eat the heroine while she was balanced on the handlebars.

I decided that while it might be possible and perhaps people would suspend their disbelief for a hot scene like that, it made more sense for them to just get right to the sex and leave him going down on her for another time.

“You okay?” he asks me.