The Butterfly Garden (Part 2: Across from the Lake) - Sex Stories

The Butterfly Garden (Part 2: Across from the Lake)

... for us to be discreet, as the warmth of my orgasm swept over me. As I tensed up my hips kept rocking, riding it out for as long as possible.

He didn’t give me very much time to recover from that sweet o, grabbing my hips to lift me off his lap though he indicated for me to wait there, hovering. He pulled his pants and boxer briefs to his knees sloppily, allowing his cock to spring free. He wasted no time, returning one hand to my hip and the other pulling the crotch of my shorts to the side, now freeing my sopping wet lips. I gasped when the head and then the rest of him slipped inside me quickly. I felt so much pressure, my hole sensitive from my recent climax, I couldn’t help but grip my long nails into his shoulders.

I could tell that he was ready to give me what we both wanted, but I held myself still as I adjusted to his thickness inside me. He took a few looks around, making sure no one had noticed the commotion while I took him all in. Finally, when the pressure had lessened, not disappeared but more comfortable, I started riding him again. Slowly at first, hearing the squelching noises between us and panting in the heat.

He reached up to lace his finger into my hair again, only this time he yanked it harder. I felt his tongue over my collarbone, up my neck, to my jaw, then back to my neck before nipping me. The pinch surprised me and I yelped. That made him chuckle breathlessly. He was getting really wound up, spanking me and then moving to my hips to ...

... force them faster over his cock.

We had been at it for at least ten minutes by this point, and I began to worry that someone would want to enjoy this parking lot eventually. Finally, it seemed he’d enough of sitting stuck in his driver’s seat and he eased me off his lap and opened his door for me to climb out. He followed after pulling his pants up quickly, then opened the back door of his car for me.

We both skidded against the leather of the seats as we slid onto the bench. With the door closing next to him, his pants fell in a second, crumpling to the floor of the car. I took my cue to remove my shorts, sliding them down my long legs and throwing them into my passenger seat up front.

He put his hands on me, guiding me into the position he had in mind: with my back leaned against the door, only my head visible through the window and my legs spread open, bent at the knees. It didn’t seem a very comfortable way for him to penetrate me, but I had misread his intentions. Kneeling in the small area between the front seat and the back bench, he bent his neck to fit between my legs and I felt his breath on the inside of my thigh.

He looked up at me for only a moment, grabbing my hand to place it on his head just where he liked it, and dove in. His tongue roamed over my outer labia softly, avoiding going anywhere near my sensitive little clit. His tongue even drifted low, flicking so close to my ass it gave me a surprise. He used his tongue to lap around sex until I was ...