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She turned her head as she continued kissing him, running her hands back up his chest and over his shoulders. She ran her hands up his neck and into his hair, taking hold of it there gently. She held their sloppy, loving kiss for a few moments, willing to let it keep going until he wanted it to stop. Then she felt him tug on one of the ties to the bikini top. She pulled away from him reluctantly and sat back on his lap, feeling his bulge from his swim trunks. She reached up behind her neck and pulled at the ties that held the bikini up. She pulled them so that they came undone, the cloth falling forward. She then reached behind her back and undid those strings, the bikini top falling in between them. She lifted her hands and rubbed her breasts teasingly for a couple of moments, manually hardening her nipples. Then she leaned forward and pecked his lips softly.
 
His eyes fell from hers to enjoy her body, teasingly being exposed and touched before his eyes. He felt deeply hungry. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to let his lips encircle her nipples and suckle until he could draw a moan from her lips. When she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, her weight shifted forward onto his arousal. He let out a groan and kissed her back softly, smiling against her lips. When he could take it no longer, he pressed her back up off him again and lowered his head. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and whimpered excitedly in admiration of its curves. He wondered seriously if she had any idea how much he adored her body. His head leaned forward and he kissed the underside of her breast, using his hand to set it on his cheek. He sunk his teeth into her ample flesh, leaving a love bite, a mark of his attention, on the underside of such an intimate feature of hers. He kissed his way up along the underside of her bosom until his lips were brushing at the edges of her nipple. He looked up into her eyes and let her see the smoldering blue lust of his desire. "You have no idea what you do to me, Elsa," he whispered hotly against her chest, and then sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue was gentle, but voracious and active, it first lapped at the hard nub, then encircled it in quick licks. He was suckling and teasing her nipple, wanting more and more of her breast in his lips. He absolutely loved her, and he loved making love to her even more. He could feel the tension growing in his loins as he directed his foreplay at her. He was purposely drawing this out, not feeling neglected, but instead wanting to tease his sexual urges further, knowing how much higher it would ultimately lift him. The only sexual satisfaction his body could get right now would be from touching her and hearing her moan, and it made him feel overwhelmingly excited.
 
"Ahhh..." she moaned softly, slowly looping her arms around his neck again. She entangled her hands back in his hair, running her fingers through it gently. When he bit into her breast though, her fingers grabbed hold of his hair and she moaned his name, "Niiiick," and she tilted her head back. "You make me feel so alive...so perfect," she whispered, barely able to even get the words out. She felt like she could have a thousand orgasms just from this. She wanted more, of course, but this was superb. She gasped when he began to really lick and suck her nipple, her thighs tensing up and causing more friction on his tented swim trunks. She thought for a moment that this wasn't entirely fair. There was only one place that she could touch him that would give him pleasure, but she didn't want to touch him there yet. She wanted to touch him when he was really on the edge, so that it would really make the difference.
 
His hands on her back pressed her chest urgently into his mouth and he sucked with increased fervor. Her words were like spurs digging right into his sex drive. He was groaning and grunting against her nipple, trying to tell her how excited he was, how much it turned him on to to touch her like this. And all at once he wanted more, to touch more of her body. His hands started exploring, first running up into her hair and then dropping down across her shoulders and down her back, tracing the curves of her spine and hips. He ran his fingertips down the tops of her exposed thighs and then back up, teasingly pretending he would slide them inside her thighs and right to her sex, veering off at the last second to go around her waist and grab her rear end instead. Of course, as usual, in teasing her, he ended up teasing himself more. He pawed at her cheeks, feeling them through the cloth of the swimsuit. His eyes rolled back in his skull and he sucked hard for a moment on her nipple without thinking. He squeezed her cheeks just a little too hard, deep in lust. Her touch brought him right back, though and he released.

He broke from his attention on her breast to catch his breath. He looked up at her and said, "I love it when you say my name, Elsa. You have no idea how much everything you do and say excites me." He smiled at her and dove right onto her other breast, telling himself playfully that he couldn't play favorites. As soon as his lips encircled the fresh nipple, his hands slipped right around her waist and slid directly between her legs. He couldn't manage to be subtle or teasing anymore; he wanted to touch her sex. He was desperate for it. His fingertips had to fend for themselves as his eyes were alternating between drinking in the sight of the lovely bosom he was suckling and the lovely eyes that were looking down at him in pleasure and admiration. Eventually he managed to get the swim suit enough to the side to let his finger start to slide between her soft, velvet folds, seeking and finding her clit.
 
She could tell that she was going to have quite a few marks all over her body from their little romp in her car. Her breasts would undoubtedly be red and purple with his love marks, she would have scratches on her back and butt from him holding on to her so fiercely, and she might even have a couple of bruises from their jostling motions. She didn't mind though. Actually, she loved it. She loved the idea of being marked up with signs of their love making. It was sort of a primal want, an instinctual need. Marks on her body proved who she belonged to, and she was one hundred percent positive that she did and always would belong to Nick.

She whined high when his fingers finally slid up into her bikini bottom and began to touch her. It was like her body had been waiting in earnest for him to touch her there, that that would make everything perfect. She'd never really watched him please her before, but now she turned her head down to watch as she saw his fingers move around inside of her bikini bottoms. Then she became even bolder. She began to grind her hips against his fingers, purposely stimulating herself on his hand. She knew she wasn't going to be able to last through this foreplay much longer, no matter how much she wanted to play with him. They were both going to reach a point soon where they needed release.
 
Her whine drove him crazy, and he loved seeing her eyes drift down to watch his fingers play with her. When she started grinding on his fingers, however, he thought his mind had exploded and for a few seconds he couldn't stop his hips from bucking. He didn't move his fingers out of the way, so pushing his sex into hers mostly had the effect of mashing his fingers into her clit and folds. He realized quickly that the pressure was probably too hard to be pleasant on such sensitive parts of her body, and he groaned loudly against her chest as he made himself stop it. He really couldn't breathe and had to pull his lips from her nipple, whimpering almost mournfully as he did so. For a moment, he thought this wasn't entirely fair. While he had one place that she could touch him and envelop his entire being in pleasure, she had so many and he was just one man, unable to touch and please all of them at once. He'd honestly never felt this much desire to please a woman in his life.

He focused on his fingers sliding back and forth along her clitoris as she ground against them and gripped onto her thigh as he let the sight drive him insane. In one distinct moment it was all too much, the skimpy cloth she was still wearing was too frustrating, his member being trapped anywhere but inside her was too annoying, being less than one with her physically as well as emotionally was too devastating. His voice came out husky, Southern, rich with desire and love, "Elsa, I want you. I want you right now, darlin'. Please tell me you want me too and then take these things off." His free hand slipped off her thigh and tugged at the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Part of him truly hoped she'd listen to his request and just take him, but another part of him hoped she was more in control of herself than he was, that she'd take a moment to play with him back driving him even more crazy before she let him feel at home inside her.
 
"Agghhh..." she groaned when he told her that he wanted her. He spoke in his delicious Southern drawl which drove her absolutely mad. She lifted her hips and wriggled so that he could pull the bikini bottoms off, but her arms stayed around his neck. She played with his hair for a few moments more, cherishing the feeling of his soft hair against her finger tips. She finally reluctantly pulled away from him and rested her back against the dashboard behind her, her legs straddled on either side of his legs. She reached down and tugged on his swim trunks until she got them of of him. Then she looked up at his face and smiled.

"I want you too baby," she cooed, leaning down over him and planting a gentle kiss on the head of his cock. She could feel and taste the precum already oozing out of him, and she loved it. She stroked him up and down slowly, teasingly, and then wrapped her lips around the head. She suckled him gently for a couple of moments before pulling off. "Are you ready?" she cooed seductively, her fingers still stroking him.
 
He clenched down on the armrests as she pulled back to get his shorts off. He had finally been able to get an eyeful of her naked sex and the delicate curls of neatly trimmed hair that adorned it, and it almost sent him over the edge. He had to close his eyes for a moment, but that backfired because in the next moment she was cooing her desire for him and having his eyes closed only intensified the sound of her voice. He opened his eyes and saw her leaning down to kiss his member. She was driving him absolutely wild! He balled his hands up into fists, willing himself to back off from the edge of orgasm. As soon as he felt his body start to slide back from the edge a little, though, she started to stroke him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he could feel his body building again. When he felt and saw her lips wrap around him, it took every ounce of self-control he had to his hips from thrusting in an attempt to hump her mouth. He was sure he wasn't going to be able to hold on this time, but mercifully, she stopped sucking on him to ask him if he was ready. Her fingers kept him on a razor's edge, and his whole body was trembling like he was nervous or in pain. "Good grief... YES!!! If you don't stop playing with me, love, there's not going to be anything left of me to make love to," he groaned the words out to her through clenched teeth. He needed a moment, just a few seconds free from stimulation, to push his orgasm back.
 
She giggled almost wildly when he said that she had him completely on edge. She loved that. He did that to her all of the time, and now she was finally doing it to him. At the same time, though, she didn't want him to suffer. She wanted to give him more pleasure than he'd ever had in his entire life. She took her fingers off of his cock and waited a couple of moments, watching him carefully. She was raging too and didn't want to hold on these few seconds, but she could tell that he needed it or he was going to blow sky high before she even got him inside of her. Then she scooted forward , hugging her thighs tightly around his and sat right over his cock. She leaned her face down and pecked his lips gently, tenderly, and very lovingly. Then she lowered herself down onto his throbbing penis, feeling him slide inside of her deliciously.
 
As soon as she let go of him he closed his eyes, knowing that it was going to be harder to calm down if he was staring at her gorgeous body. He concentrated hard on his breathing, very aware of her presence. After a few moments, he had enough control that he felt he could hold it back for at least a little while, and he opened his eyes. He groaned in approval as he felt her body press against his, mounting him. Then she leaned down and kissed him and he could feel the gentleness and love in her lips embrace. The feeling that rolled through his chest and heart was so strong that it almost felt painful. Suddenly control was a little easier, as he felt warm love move through him. This was a totally new experience for him. As she took him inside her, embracing his sex with her body, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. "Oh Elsa, I love you, I adore you, darlin," his drawl mellow and gentle, like he was trying to caress her with words.

His gentle fingers found her hair and wove themselves into her brunette locks. He ground his hips upwards into her encouragingly, sighing out breathlessly as he felt every surface of his sex being kissed by soft, silky wet skin. His hands ran slowly over her body, feeling her sides, back, thighs and grabbing gently onto her butt. Oh how he wanted her. His heart body and soul wanted her. He chuckled a little at the contradictory nature of it; he was having her right now, was enjoying her, and yet he still felt the want, the need for her. Satisfaction of his desire for her seemed to have no dissipating effect on the desire. He was absolutely enthralled in her and with her.
 
She moaned gently to him as he told her that he loved her. Whenever those words came out of his mouth, any kind of resolve she might have had always melted away completely. He enchanted her in every single way. She really would do anything for him. Search the country for him, lay next to his dying body and weep, run away with him, anything. She wanted to be with him forever, even when they were old and withered, even when they couldn't have such conquests as the one they were having now. "I love you too Nick," she whispered, her lips moving from his to his cheek, jaw, and neck. "More than life itself," his caressing words worked on her, as they always did.

She pushed herself down until she felt his base. It was always so amazing to have him inside of her. He fit there perfectly, like her body was meant for him. She rested her hands on his shoulders and begin to slowly move up and down on him, feeling his length slide out of her and then way deep back in. She whimpered, her head tilting back as she felt pure pleasure from it. She kept it slow for now though, just enjoying the tease she was giving herself with his manhood.
 
He groaned and whimpered as she slowly moved her body against him. Feeling his member lose the embrace of her body, then feeling her fold him back into her being. He closed his eyes and let himself feel her. He could feel the rest of her body, pressed gently against him as he held her. He let her words ring in his head over and over again. She loved him. She loved him the same way he loved her. He needed her like air. He wanted her as a man in the desert wanted water. He breathed hotly against her ear, his voice barely above a whisper, "I never want this to end." He kissed her neck, lightly licking the skin. His head tilted down until he was kissing her exposed shoulder.

His thighs tightened underneath her, his body started to tense. His toes were curling in the floorboard. His heart pounded and he groaned urgently in her ear. Her teasingly slow strokes were just enough to keep pushing him, but not enough to send him over the edge. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't want it to stop, this was unbelievable. He grabbed onto her ass for a moment and a thought occurred to him. He started breathing hard in her ear, excited and nervous as he considered it. He wasn't entirely sure how she'd react but decided he couldn't resist. He let go of his hold and pulled his hand back, bringing it down in a playful, but firm spank.
 
Elsa was just about to answer him, to say that she never wanted this to end either, that she wanted to be connected like this to him until the end of their days. But just when she opened her mouth his hand came down on her ass and spanked her. Her eyes flew open and she whined high, her entire body tensing up, including her pussy muscles that clamped down onto his cock inside of her. "Ahh!" she moaned, her finger nails digging into his shoulders, "Yeahhhh!" and then suddenly she lost the meticulous control she'd had over herself. She could no longer tease the both of them. It was like his spank had shot her into hyper drive.

She began to move up and down on him much faster, her body rocking back and forth as she did so. She slammed down onto him, her walls tightening around with rhythmically. She gasped for breath, her beasts bouncing up and down as she moved, hitting his chest occasionally. She was suddenly riding him hard and fast, as if both their lives depended on it, and she was sent into an oblivion of pleasure because of it. With this new wild fury though, she wasn't going to last long.
 
He grunted hard and lost his breath as she started to do him with reckless abandon. He tilted his head back and his eyes went wide with pleasure when he saw the crazed look on her face. He was pinned under her as she rode him, not able to move his hips much, but that didn't stop him from trying. He bucked hard under her with raw desire. The deep emotions he was feeling were still there, but he wasn't able to sort them out distinctly anymore. Love and lust were combining into a sort of wild soup that resulted in hot, urgent grunts from his lips.

His body was responding in earnest, and he was no longer on edge, he was well on his way towards climaxing. He grabbed her breasts as they bounced, squeezing them and running his thumbs over the hard nipples. The sensation was excruciatingly pleasurable. He was well past the point where his body would usually be spilling its seed, but all their play had pushed the cliffs higher than normal. He he could feel it instinctively, the point of no return was flying towards him. He wanted it to come; he wanted to lose himself inside...

He moved too fast to think about what he was doing. He grabbed her hips, harder than he should have, squeezing his fingers into her skin hard enough to probably leave small bruises. He pulled her down into his lap as hard as he could, burying his length in her but not letting her rise back up to continue stroking him. Still, try as he might, he couldn't stop her from wiggling and writhing around on his member. He grit his teeth hard, his jaw locked in a tight clench, "Elsa for heaven's sake... PLEASE!!! Stop moving! I'm not wearing a condom!" His breath was coming so hard and fast, it sounded like he was hyperventilating.
 
It took her a couple of moments to realize what was happening. He was holding her down, not letting her move anymore. She was still instinctively grinding and wriggling against him, her clit actually being stimulated by being continually pressed against his pelvis. It took her a couple of moments more to open her eyes and look down at him, her face twisting into confusion. Why was he making her stop? Had she done something wrong? Did he not want her anymore? Hadn't he just been moaning with her?

Then she heard what he said and she actually laughed. She leaned down and kissed his lips softly, "Baby, I don't care. You know that already." she giggled again, thinking that he was being absolutely silly. He was stopping their insane lovefest just because he wasn't wearing a condom? "You've never worn a condom before. Why should you start now?"
 
He raised his eyebrow at her when she laughed, and he didn't release her. "Damn it... Elsa..." he spoke between pants, "This is how... we got in the fight... in the first... plaaace." He groaned the last word out as her rocking rubbed him in a particularly arousing way. He closed his eyes so they wouldn't be full of her smiling face, luscious breasts and sexy hips. He was sooo close. He concentrated on breathing, pushing the climax back as best he could. His body was starting to complain to him about how much it wanted release. He didn't have any resolve anymore. When he looked back into her eyes, there was a pleading look in his, but truthfully, he was pleading for her to continue now, not stop. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer; if he could even manage to let her climax first, he'd be monumentally surprised. He took a deep breath and asked her one more question, but it was more of a plea for one last reassurance than a real concern, "And what if you do get pregnant this time, love?"
 
She smiled at him softly when he asked her what if she got pregnant this time. Her smile changed, her entire face changed actually. It took on a softer look, a motherly look. A look of utter compassion and love, something that could only be brought out when something maternal was being discussed. "Then we'll have a baby together," she whispered to him, her voice void of seduction and yet at the same time, extremely arousing. She lifted her hands off of his shoulders and ran them up his neck and to the back of his head, where she usually played with his hair. She stroked him gently there, leaning in and pressing her forehead to his. "That's not a bad thing, right?" she kissed his lips gently.
 
A shiver ran down his spine, making him tremble, as she touched the spot on the back of his neck that he loved so much. She could probably get anything she wanted when rubbing him there. Mercifully, she moved up to caress the back of his head. Of course, then he saw the look on her face, and he absolutely melted. A whole new, warm, feeling of arousal spread through him as she spoke of them having a child together. It wasn't exactly an invitation to get her pregnant, but it was license enough to think in those terms. The feeling was both intensely sweet and intensely sexual. Whatever they were trying to do to one another now, something clicked in his head, and he now added 'trying to get her pregnant' to the list. It was exciting and fulfilling in a way he really didn't think it would be, but only because of how much he loved and trusted this woman. Whether it was from this encounter, or years from now, he realized that he wanted children with her. "No, that's not a bad thing at all, darlin'," he said in the softest, warmest Texan drawl he had. He kissed her back softly, and his hands uncurled from their grip on her hips, freeing her. He slid them up her back until he was rubbing the small of her back encouragingly with one and playing with her hair with the other. He groaned his desires into her lips, happy and excited, deeply in love and still very much on edge.
 
She smiled broadly when he agreed that it wasn't a bad thing at all. And in his sexy Texan drawl no less. She giggled and kissed him excitedly. When he released her hips she began to move on him again, bouncing herself up and down, feeling him slide in and out of her again. She closed her eyes and gripped his hair gently as she got back into her rhythm again. After only a few moments she could feel her orgasm striving towards peak again, soft moans escaping her lips. She leaned back a little bit, her breasts bouncing there in front of him as she arched her back. She started going faster and harder, slamming her hips down onto him every time and bucking them up towards his pelvis too. Then she opened her eyes, staring into his as she finally reached her orgasm, much like that time in the restaurant, except this time she was vocal. She whined high and her pussy clamped down on his manhood, in the next instant releasing.
 
He closed his eyes once or twice to try and wait for her; it was an incredibly precarious balancing act. He couldn't take much more, he knew. He focused on her moans, trying to tell how urgent they were. Finally he knew that there wasn't going to be any stopping it, but he knew he could delay a few precious seconds. Her body was unbelievable, and she was slamming it into him. He groaned and grunted hard, realizing that he might be about to disappoint her by climaxing just a little too soon, but then he caught the look in her eyes as she locked her gaze into his. In the next moment she was whining and her womanhood was squeezing him. He had already started climaxing, but this sent him to a higher plane. He was elated and his head tossed back. He let out a loud groan that was reasonably close to "Elsa". His body started pumping seed into her before hers had stopped clamping around him. He couldn't believe it; he hadn't even been in control of his climax, and somehow they'd synced up. It may have been more coincidence than anything else, but he took it as yet another sign that they were meant for each other. His voice broke into husky coughs as he rode out the intense pleasure of orgasm, thinking of one thing: trying to fill her, trying to give her a child. He felt warm all over, and he had the distinct feeling that he was going to feel like weeping in a few short moments.
 
She sucked in a sharp breath when he came inside of her, it just so happened to be the exact moment she came. It always felt so good when it came inside of her. She felt complete, it felt natural and right. She continued to ride him for a few moments, trying to last out both of their orgasms. Once she felt that both of them had been fulfilled and satisfied she slowed down and then finally stopped. She heaved a huge sigh and collapsed down onto him, all of her muscles relaxing. "Mmmm," she groaned softly, her face smushed against his shoulder, her lips towards his neck. She kissed him gently, lazily. "I love you,"
 
He folded his arms around her and held her to him, kissing the top of her head. He didn't answer her immediately when she proclaimed her love; a lump seemed to have deposited itself in his throat. The last few moments had been intense, emotionally as well as physically. He was still connected to her, still inside her, and it felt so right that the lump rose a little higher in his throat. He fought it back, a little frustrated. He wondered why it was that it was so hard as a guy to let yourself cry, even when you were as happy as he was in this moment? He swallowed hard, and the lump seemed to move down a little. "I love you too, Elsy," he gasped shakily. He swallowed hard again, closing his eyes until he felt the sharpness of the emotion fall into a dull warmth. He caressed her back, picking a few spots to rub and massage. It felt so good to be with her that he wasn't sure how he let himself leave her house a few nights before. She felt a little like air in his lungs right now, necessary, not just wanted. It took him several long minutes to remember where they were.
 
After a few moments of resting there on him, their bodies pressed together peacefully, she sat up. She looked down into his face and smiled at him, knowing completely one hundred percent surely that he was her soulmate. There was no one else in the world that made her feel the way he did. There was no one else that she would run to the ends of the earth for, that she would jump in front of a speeding bus for. He was her number one. Completely. She pecked his lips gently and then stretched backwards, glancing around and their haphazard clothing. She eased herself off of him and picked up the bikini top, moving to fasten it on herself. She giggled softly, "That was fun, babe."
 
He chuckled and shook his head as he watched her starting to get dressed. "Fun?" he asked, playfully acting offended, "Not 'mind-blowing', 'phenomenal', or 'staggeringly pleasurable'? I mean, I would have even settled for 'the pinnacle of womanly excitement and fulfillment', but 'fun'?" He stuck his tongue out at her and tickled her sides lightly. She was absolutely right though... it was fun. Just being with her was fun. She was uncannily good at making him forget all his troubles. Thoughts and concerns, such as how crazy the office was going to be after he came back from this latest bout of absence (especially considering that his head of accounting was probably in a particularly bad mood), didn't even cross his mind. He reached up and ran his hand along her cheek as she got dressed, then realized that perhaps he ought to pull his shorts back on rather than 'bobbing in the breeze' as it were. He gave her a wink and started rearranging his clothing on himself. He snuck a quick glance at the time and asked her, in his thickest East Texan drawl, "Well, you up for a little swim, or did I tire you out, love?"
 
She giggled at his mock offense and shook her head. "Nah. Only fun." and then she giggled more. She was so incredibly elated right now, it was almost as if she weren't even alive. She reached down onto the floor of the car and picked up her skimpy bikini bottoms, pulling them up to cover her freshly used pussy. Then she picked up the sarong, still modest despite their wild fuck, and tied it around herself. She leaned forward and kissed him hungrily, as if she would jump right on him again if he said the word. She crawled back over to the driver's seat and took the windshield covering down, throwing it in the back seat. "I'd love to go for a swim with you baby. Though I hope you can keep your hands off me,"
 
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