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They stood there, staring at each other. Amy’s mind raced. She had put herself out there. The silence lingered, the expression on Nick’s face pained.
Then, in one swift movement, Nick grabbed her arms, pulling her closer to him, his lips covering hers. She tasted his salty sweat, felt the heat of his tongue as he probed her mouth. Amy felt herself come undone, her emotions unraveling. His rough hands swept over her back, his fingers tangling in her unruly hair. Her hands grasped Nick’s strong back and shoulders, pulling him closer, feeling his erection pressing urgently against her lower belly. She purred low in her throat, her own desire increasing.
His hand moved over her belly and up towards her breasts, braless, covered only by her tank top. He pinched her hard nipples through the fabric, his mouth descending to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Amy was overcome by sensations, feeling her knees wobble beneath her. Suddenly, Nick hoisted her up and placed her ass firmly onto the seat of his prized bike, pressing his body between her legs. She quickly removed her top, throwing it carelessly on the dirty ground. Nick encircled each of her nipples with his tongue, expertly evoking her cries. She dug her nails into his back, watching him slide his mouth down her body, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, pulling them down to uncover her nakedness.
Nick looked up at her from the ground between her legs, his arms hooked around her smooth calves, his heat contrasting with the cool metal body of the Harley. He kissed his way up from her ankle, up the curve of her calf, the slope of her thigh. She gasped when he abruptly grabbed her ass, pushing his mouth between her legs. Amy leaned on one handlebar for balance, feeling Nick’s silky tongue over her clit, attuned to her every reaction, knowing exactly when to go faster, slower, rougher, softer. The buildup was making her feel crazy, her mind clouded over, the primal look in Nick’s eyes as he stared up at her adding an intensity to the moment she had hoped for but never expected.
He pulled away from her briefly but she was on him in an instant, almost ripping off his dirty jeans. He stepped out of them, revealing he had only been wearing the one piece of clothing. She licked her lips involuntarily, struck by the sexy slopes of his abs and hips, his treasure trail, and the thick erection that sprung out, edging closer to her as though guiding Nick, rather than the other way around.
Amy wrapped her hand around him, folding her body over her legs on the bike, lowering her torso, encompassing the head of his cock with her wet mouth. She slid her tongue around him, taking him deeper, feeling his hands grasp the back of her head, running down her back, her ass. The feel of his engorged organ in her mouth made her crave his thickness elsewhere. She gave one last hard suck, drawing a gasp from Nick, then righted herself on the bike, spreading her legs invitingly, her hair in disarray over her rounded breasts.
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