His best offense at the moment was to ignore Lila and hope she came around soon.
It was only an hour’s drive to the cabin, and he smiled in anticipation. He’d come here a few times before, once with the guys for a Turner Boys Weekend out, and once by himself when he was trying to figure out what he wanted to do before his final year of college concluded. He’d never imagined that he’d be returning with a wife.
Tasha stretched, her arms pressing against the roof, sending her breasts tighter against the scooped neckline of her dress. His cock stirred and he adjusted himself.
She laughed. “You’re certainly not shy.”
For a second he couldn’t figure out what she was talking about. A quick glance and her pointed stare at his groin cleared up that mystery. “Anytime you want to help me, I’m game. You have no idea what it’s doing to me, seeing you in that frilly dress and longing to see if you actually wore the garter I sent you.”
“Your sister is extraordinarily bossy for a sweet and quiet girl. Of course I’m wearing it.”
Hot damn. “Show me.”
She jerked in her seat. “Now?”
He forced his eyes back on the road. “I’m curious, that’s all.”
Tasha sat motionless for a minute, before pushing her seat back as far as possible. She shimmied her hips lower, then slowly inched the hemline toward her hips. In his peripheral vision, the details blurred together, the only thing clear the decreasing amount of purple and the increasing expanse of bare skin. The warning for their off-ramp passed, and he gratefully took the curve, turning onto the side road toward the cottage a touch too fast. His tires squealed and Tasha tsked.
“If you can’t pay attention to the road, I’m going to have to stop.”
Oh my God, no. “Totally in control here, honestly. That’s a very tight corner.”
“Hmm, I see.” Her cool fingers reached over and grasped his right hand, pulling it off the wheel and lowering it carefully to her thigh. Under his palm, her flesh was warm and soft, and he swore lightly. When she tugged his hand closer to her crotch, letting him find the garter, he knew he was in for a world of pain before he got any relief.
“If I can mention, you’ve made my cock hard.”
“I noticed. That’s not a bad thing.”
He slipped a finger under the elastic, trailing back and forth along the lacey edge. The smooth swell of her inner thigh teased him, and he snuck farther toward her center.
When he met nothing but smooth, bare skin, the steering wheel jerked before he got the car under control. He whipped his hand back and carefully resumed hanging on to the ten and two position with a death grip. That was as far as his control could go. He couldn’t change his harsh breathing that sounded as if he’d just finished running a marathon. And he certainly couldn’t stop his arousal from pressing against the front of his slacks.
“Umm, that was supposed to be a surprise for… later.”
The images flashing through his mind were far too vivid. “Please tell me you mean five-minutes-from-now later, not five hours from now.”
“Where’s the cottage?” Lust painted her tones and his anticipation rose.
The pavement ended as he turned into the entrance, the car bouncing a little too hard over the rough driveway before he slammed to a stop in the rustic single parking space. They were at the far end of a row of tiny cabins, tight up against the rocky precipice of the cliffs. He had the car turned off and was at her door in record time, but she still beat him. Tasha stretched again, arms reaching overhead as she dragged a deep breath of salty sea air into her lungs. Her bare feet dug into the sand, the filmy layers of the skirt of her dress fluttering around her knees in the light breeze off the ocean.
He caught her by the back of the neck and hauled her lips against his, bodies instantly in full contact. She joined in willingly, wrapping her arms around him and opening her mouth to his assault. He couldn’t slow down, not this time. All the tension that she’d built unwittingly since he’d first spotted her in that pixie-like dress—damn it, he wanted relief, and he wanted it now.
Luckily, it seemed she had the same idea. As they kissed, lips hard against each other, she tugged him with her as she backed up until she’d trapped herself between the hood of the car and his aching groin. A quick hop put her on the surface, her thighs spread wide to allow him to stay in intimate contact with her. His hands came down on the hood to check the temperature, but the surface was warm, not boiling hot. The hottest thing was her, the way she rubbed against him, the way she participated in the steamy kiss.
When he finally dragged his lips away he was shaking. “Tasha, I can wait two more minutes—”
“I can’t.”
She undid the buttons of her dress top faster than he thought possible, revealing another purplish article of lingerie. The fabric was so sheer her nipples showed through, the darker circles poking the fabric like tiny mountain peaks in the middle of rosy plains. She dropped a hand between her breasts, twisted her fingers, and the cups popped apart leaving the heavy globes bare to the sunshine and his adoring gaze.
He doubted his cock could get any harder. Except—it did. When she grabbed his head and pulled him to her, lining up a nipple with his lips, all bets were off. There could be an audience watching and he really didn’t give a shit. He lapped once in a circle then enveloped the tip, sucking hard. Tasha cried out and adjusted her position, arching her back to press her breast farther into his mouth. He switched sides, letting the moisture from his mouth leave one tip glistening in the sunshine before changing back to the other.
Tasha propped her left foot up on the hood beside her hip, leaned forward and reached for his belt. Even as their mouths reconnected she managed to open his pants and slip her hand in, grab his erection and pull it free. She stroked him, and it felt so damn good. Not that she needed to prime him anymore, but with every pass she trailed her thumb over the head, smearing the precome over the tip. He let it go on until he felt his balls drawing up. Too fast. Too out of control. He was seventeen again and jerking off to the thought of her touch, and now she was touching him and he had no more control than back then. He pulled away and dragged his gaze up off her magnificent tits to stare into her eyes.
Sheer mischief reflected back as she leered at him. “Do I make you hot?”
“Wench.”
He rearranged her slightly, shifting her to the side, allowing enough room for him to place her right foot up on the hood as well. The scoop of her dress fell to hide her sex. She leaned back on her arms, forcing the open buttons on top to spread wide around her breasts like some kind of erotic postcard. He placed both palms against the sides of her full rounds, pressing and lifting them together, admiring her as she shook her head and let her dark hair fall around her shoulders.
He placed his hands on her knees, slipping upward, over her thighs, dragging the fabric away to reveal her bare mound. His cock jerked where it stuck out from his pants. Liquid glistened on her labia and he traced a finger slowly through her folds and she shuddered.
He pressed in, never looking away as she enclosed him in her moist heat. Tasha purred, wiggling her hips closer to the edge of the car hood, pressing against him. He pulled out slowly, the moisture painting his finger drawing him like a magnet. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked away the cream, groaning as the taste of her hit his tongue.
“That’s so wicked.” Tasha whispered the words and he smiled at her.