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appeared with their meals. They smiled at each other and tucked in with a happy meeting of minds. They devoured their calories greedily. After all, who knew when they would next eat?
     
     

Chapter 3
    They sailed back as if in a dream. The bike sang like a sex machine, throbbing between their thighs, fuelling their desire to a critical intensity. He felt like an open keg of gunpowder waiting for her to strike a match.
    Her hands slipped under his jacket and t-shirt and touched his bare skin. He gasped and then moaned loudly, his sounds muffled within his helmet. It was as if a bolt of sexual energy had shot through him. He willed her on, mentally begging her to feel her way, anywhere. To do anything she liked. It was all he could do to keep the bike travelling in a straight line as her hands explored his muscular stomach and chest. He was just about as hard as he could get, and desperate to get her in bed, if they managed to get that far.
    And he doubted they would, because as they drove up the driveway, approaching Brandon Manor, all her subtle caresses vanished as she rubbed at him ferociously, scraping her nails all over his skin and tugging at his small hard nipples.  He drove straight into the open garage and turned the engine off. Their helmets were discarded in seconds and thrown to the floor. Her hand slipped down the front of his jeans and boxers and she pulled him back against her. He braced his feet to the ground as he sunk into her softness. He was groaning and heating up like a torch as she gripped his hardness tightly in her hand, pumping him fast and skimming her thumb across the slickened surface of his weeping head. His breathing was crazy, his chest heaving up and down, uncontrollably.
    “Fucking hell Melanie, I want you so bad.”
    “I wanna do it now, here. Fuck you on your bike... I so want to... Please?”  His eyes opened wide with her straight talking. She was hotter than a star, about to go supernova. He wasn't sure he'd survive the experience, but at the moment he really didn't care. He'd leave this world with a damn big smile on his face.
    “I can't do much, holding the bike up as well, but I'm game if you are.”
    Her lips worked their magic, sucking at his ear and neck as she undid his fly, her hand stroking him feverishly. “For God's sake get those jeans off woman,” he growled in frustration and impatience.
    She got off the bike and stood at his side. His whole world stopped spinning as he watched her kick off her boots and pull down her jeans and panties, throwing them to one side. His heart was about to explode with pure excitement. Never before had he experienced such an erotic piece of action as this. It couldn't get any better.
    He was going to explore every single inch of her divine body in detail later on, but now all he wanted was to get inside her. He needed her so desperately.
    His cock sprang free, ready for action, as she tugged his jeans and pants down a little and lifted her leg over the front of him, sitting astride his lap.
    “I'm all yours baby,” he said gasping, his eyes wider than ever and so full of heated desire he thought they'd melt. He lifted her up and her hand guided him inside her. 
    She cried out with pleasure as she sank down on him, lower and lower, until their bodies met.  “OH GOD.... Kyle... This is so wild.” 
    They kissed ravenously, and she squeezed at him, her muscles tightening around his hardness buried so deeply inside of her. She hooked her legs around his backside, and leaned away slightly, her hands braced on the handlebars behind her as she began moving on him, slowly.
    So tantalisingly slowly at first.
    This was every fantasy he'd ever had coming to life. He'd never look at his bike in the same way again, that's for sure. The sight before him was enough to make him come without any other stimulation whatsoever. Why he hadn't tipped over the edge of no return was a miracle.
    Christ Almighty... I'm only fucking a stunning, too sexy for