As usual there she is waiting for me. She refuses to wait for me at luggage pickup or outside in the car. She insists on parking and meeting me. Says there’s something special about greeting someone at the gate. I must admit it does feel good sitting on the plane knowing she will be there. My heart begins to race and my stomach gets butterflies. God, just the sight of her makes me smile. She smiles and begins to jump around a little; like an excited kid. It makes me happy; it makes me feel special and wanted that she’s thrilled to see me. I rush to her, drop my bag and we hold each other tight. Sometimes I feel like I can’t hold her long enough or tight enough. I place my hands on her hips and we kiss. The feel of her tongue on mine does something to me and I want her, need her. She picks up my carry on, something else she likes to do, and we leave for luggage pickup. Once we are on the escalator I hug her from behind and rest my chin on her shoulder. I whisper in her ear,
“I want you so bad.” She sighs and looks at me and at that moment, with that look, I know the feeling was mutual.
Once we pick up my luggage we head to the elevator to go to the basement of the parking garage. We are the only ones in the elevator and I push her against the wall. We kiss like our lives depend on it. I reach under her little skirt and my hand touches skin. I moan into her mouth realizing she isn’t wearing panties. We part as the door opens and I follow her to the end of the garage where the car is parked. She opens the trunk and we throw the luggage inside. The parking lot appears empty and without notice I throw her against the car face first. She leans over the car and I lift her skirt. I rub her with my fingers and she begins to rock against my hand. She pants,
“We can’t do this. We’re going to get caught.” I want her so bad but I call her bluff and pull my hand away almost immediately to hear her disappointed groan. I just smile. As she turns to face me while pulling down her skirt I suck on my fingers to taste her. Her eyes get wide as she sucks in air as if she can’t believe I did that. I do it every time and her reaction is always the same and I love it. It always takes her over the edge.
She bites her lip and slides her hands under my shirt,
“I want you.” Smiling, I remove her hands and shake my head,
“But we can’t do this. We’re going to get caught.” I have to laugh out loud as she rolls her eyes at me,
“Please don’t.” She pulls my face down and as we kiss she grabs me through my pants and I can no longer tease her. Once we break the kiss I look around and see no one near us. She unzips my pants as I lift her leg. I enter her as her head falls back while her hands grip my shoulders. I grab her hair and force her to look at me. She becomes loud and I lose my grip on her hair to cover her mouth. As my eyes roam the parking garage I whisper, “Baby, you have to be quiet ok?” She nods her head and bites down on her lip. Her eyes are full of desire and pleasure and every now and then they roll back; it drives me crazy. With each thrust she whispers over and over again, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” I can tell by the look in her eyes that she means it; no one has ever looked at me like that. At least not someone who truly knows me and all my faults anyway. I turn her around and lean her over the hood of the car. As I enter her from the back she begins to moan loudly. This is her favorite position and I know no matter how many times I tell her; she isn’t going to be able to control herself. I lean on her back and begin to rub her with one hand and cover her mouth with the other. Her moans become shorter and quicker and I know she is close. I try to hold out until she gets her release but I can’t wait any longer and I lose the battle first. I continue to rub her with my fingers and she lets out a long moan, her body begins to shake then go limp. As she lies on the car I pull her skirt down and pull her to face me. She is still a little limp and I wrap my arms around her waist as she lays her head on my chest. She begins to tap her finger on my chest and I smile because I know that she is listening to my heartbeat. She looks up and we begin to kiss deeply. She starts to place soft pecks on my lips and calls my name, “Nick?” I moan to let her know I am listening and in between pecks she whispers so sexually, “You...know...you... are driving right?” And with that she hands me the keys and winks at me. I stand there and she laughs at the expression on my face, which I’m sure was one of confusion. As I adjust the driver’s seat and pout, “There has to be something about the person who just arrived at the airport having to drive?” She turns to face me in the car and says, “Well, if you drive I’ll make it worth your while.”, and runs her tongue over her upper lip as she unzips my pants.
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