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exhaled, and visible in the air like a billowing cloud when it lands against me.
    My heart races, and that’s before his lips are pressed against my neck. Short kisses first, and then a mouthful of skin, leaving a trail of wetness along my flesh. One strong arm circles my back and he pulls me close, molding our bodies together.
    His cock pulses through black trunks. Through my panties, I can feel him against me, his hardness throbbing between the weight of our two wanting bodies. His hand glides to the small of my back, and I arch into his body harder, deeper while his tongue continues a line of assault against my neck, tracing a path to my ear, and ending with a gentle nibble that sends shockwaves through my body.
    His other hand falls to my back, and he scoops me up in a quick feat of strength, spinning me around in one motion and planting my ass against the hood of the car. My head reels, chasing the blur of entropy like a scent long gone stale.
    He parts my legs with his knees, and drops a hand to my panties. It’s been ions since sex has revolved around my own pleasure, and it’s been almost just as long since I’ve been with anyone other than my own hand.
    Lips against my neck. Teeth against my ear. A strong, guiding hand against my pussy. I let out a stifled moan. Kemper pulls away from my body, still holding me tight with his arms, and grins. Oh, how he fucking grins.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he coos with bated breath, and for whatever reason, it reeks of real sentiment. “So fucking sexy,” he purrs as his fingers comb through my hair.
    I’m not prone to agree with him, but I’m not about to say that out loud and damper the mood with self-doubt. Confidence is the key, and I’m about to take matters into my own hand. I raise one heel up to the top of his trunks, and then lower it, pulling down his trunks with my foot until his taut ass is bare against the September night air.
    He pushes his body harder against me, the fabric being pulled down his ass and tightening its hold on his throbbing cock. It’s his turn to moan, and that he does as he cries against my neck. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
    “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” I push against his chest. “Make me forget.”
    He says nothing in return, but rushes into action, stepping away from me and pushing his trunks down. His erection springs free. Hard, long, and thick. I reach for his cock and stroke it with one hand as he steps free from the trunks. He throws his head back and moans softly as I caress my hand around the head, running a finger along the slit.
    A few strokes more and I’m pulling him closer to me, using his impossibly hard cock as a leash of sorts. He’s too lost in the throes of ecstasy to speak properly, but inaudible words are thrown from his throat.
    “W… Wait,” he stutters as he pulls away from my touch, showing signs of nervousness for the first time since we exited his car.
    “People could see us,” I say, realizing perhaps for the first time that if someone would drive by, over the crest of the nearby hill, we’d be caught red handed for the world to see.
    “The car?” He asks with a nod, but he doesn’t wait for a response before he rips the door open and swings to the side, holding his hand out to me. “Ladies first.”
    I take his hand and he leads me to the car. I spin on my foot, turning to face him as I climb backwards into the seat. With a display of quick dexterity, he’s pulling my panties down my legs before I’ve even settled in.
    My back lands hard against the shifter. A broken yelp hops from my throat. He shifts above me and reaches into the backseat to grab a pillow, and pushes it beneath my back for comfort.
    “Why do you have a pillow?”
    “Sometimes,” he says with ragged breaths, “I sleep in my car.”
    Good enough answer for me. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. He moves to kiss me, but I crane my head so that his lips fall against my