Free Cutest Couple by Kate Davies Page A

herself, she worked the clasp of her bra open and dropped it on the floor with the dress.
    Her breasts were bigger than he remembered, with pink-tipped nipples that he’d never been able to forget. He leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth.
    Bree groaned, shifting in his lap until her pussy was pressed up against his cock again. Her fingers worked frantically at the buttons on his shirt, spreading it wide and stroking her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pushing it off as far as it would go.
    Marc tried to slow things down, explore this body that was an intoxicating mix of familiar and brand new, but Bree had different plans. Her movements were swift, almost frantic, as she stripped the shirt off and threw it behind her. Pressing against his shoulders, she encouraged him to lie back in the seat, then shifted backward so she could reach his belt and slacks.
    The touch of her fingers against his hard dick was almost enough to set him off right then. Much as he wanted to take it slow, he just wasn’t going to last. Not with an almost-naked Bree in his lap.
    As if she had read his mind, she lifted off his lap just enough to shimmy out of her underwear, leaving her completely bare. Marc, not to be outdone, undid his zipper and slipped his pants and boxers off in one swift movement, leaving them on the growing pile of clothing on the floorboards of the car.
    Bree was staring at his cock, eyes wide. She traced its length, then wrapped her palm around it and gave one experimental stroke. “It’s bigger than I remember,” she whispered.
    “Growth spurt,” he gritted out between clenched teeth, her touch almost too much to bear. Slipping a hand between her legs, he slid one finger between her lips, spreading the slickness, preparing her.
    She shivered under his touch, her hand squeezing involuntarily around his cock. He groaned and dropped his head back against the headrest. “Bree, we have to stop.”
    “ Now ?” She stared at him as if he was mad, which he probably was, to say that while his finger dipped inside her and his other hand teased one of her nipples. He just couldn’t find it in him to stop touching her.
    “I don’t have anything. Protection,” he clarified, when her confused expression didn’t change.
    She smiled. “But I do,” she said, reaching for her purse again. This time, she pulled out a foil-wrapped package and held it up.
    Oh, thank God. He reached for it, but she held it away, her smile wicked. Letting go of his cock, she tore the package open and took out the condom. Then she reached down and covered him, her hand stroking just a little more than necessary.
    With one hand on his bare chest to brace herself, she straddled him again and guided the head of his cock to her opening.
    He pressed up as she pressed down, and they both groaned as he filled her, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her.
    She leaned over him, panting, as he held himself in check. Her hair had escaped the updo completely, and the brunette strands brushed against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled back until just the crown of his cock was still inside. Then he thrust in again, drawing a cry out of her.
    Bree clung to his shoulders, lifting up and pushing down in time with his strokes, riding him steadily. Even in the cramped confines of his vehicle they were in perfect rhythm, their movements getting faster and faster.
    Marc could feel his orgasm building, his cock thickening inside her, but he fought to hold it back as long as he could. Sliding one hand between them, he stroked her clit, feeling her tighten around him.
    Suddenly, she arched, her thighs clamping around him. “Marc,” she keened, and dropped onto his chest, body shaking as she came.
    He thrust into her twice more, then followed her over the edge.
    * * *
    They dressed in awkward silence.
    Marc tried to talk to her a couple of times, but she shook her head, not trusting her voice just yet.
    What the hell had she