Destello de nosotros

The studio smelled like ozone and warm paper, and the second I saw her, the air went thick. Lena. Ten years since graduation, and she was standing under a hot lamp, adjusting a reflector, wearing a loose tank top that kept slipping off one shoulder. She looked up, and her smile did something to my chest.

"Maya said it was you," she said, walking over. "I almost didn't believe her."

"Lena." I heard my own voice, rough. "You look... exactly the same."

"Liar." She laughed, but there was heat in it. "You're staring."

I was. I couldn't help it. She'd filled out in all the right places, curves pressing against the thin cotton, and her jeans were tight enough to make my mouth water. She caught me looking and raised an eyebrow.

"Business or pleasure, Marcus?"

"Both," I said, and she didn't miss a beat.

"Good. Because I've been wanting to do something with you for a decade."

She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume, something floral and sharp. Her hand landed on my belt, fingers playing with the buckle.

"The shoot's not until three," she whispered. "That's two hours."

"Your car's outside," I said.

She grinned, grabbed my hand, and pulled me through the back door. Her car was a beat-up sedan, back seat covered in camera bags and a crumpled jacket. She shoved them aside, climbed in, and pulled me after her.

The door slammed. The windows fogged instantly. She was on me before I could think, mouth hot against mine, hands fumbling with my jeans.

"Fuck, I've thought about this," she breathed against my lips. "About you. About how you'd feel."

"Show me."

She pulled my cock out, stroking it slow, and the sound she made when she wrapped her fingers around it was pure need. "God, you're thick."

"You gonna talk or ride?"

She laughed, low and dirty, and then she was on top, yanking her jeans down just enough, panties to the side. She sank down on me with a shuddering moan, her pussy hot and slick, gripping me like she'd been waiting for this.

"Shit—Lena—"

"Don't talk." She rocked her hips, slow at first, teasing. "Just feel."

I did. She was tight, so tight I saw stars, and she rode me with a lazy, unhurried rhythm that drove me insane. Her tank top had slipped off completely, her tits bouncing with each roll of her hips. I grabbed her waist, guided her faster.

"No," she said, slapping my hand away. "Slow. I want to feel every inch."

She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against my chest, and kissed me deep. Her tongue slid against mine, her breath hot and desperate. She moved like water, grinding, circling, dragging a moan out of me I couldn't hold back.

"Lena, I'm not gonna last—"

"Good." She bit my lower lip. "I don't want you to."

She picked up the pace, hips slapping against mine, wet sounds filling the car. The windows were completely fogged, the world outside gone. It was just us, just heat, just the smell of her sweat and my cologne mixing.

"Turn around," I grunted.

She slid off, and I flipped her onto her hands and knees on the back seat. Her ass was perfect, round and pale, and I spread her cheeks, watching my cock slide back inside her from behind.

"Oh, fuck—yes—"

I grabbed her hips and drove into her, hard, deep, watching my dick disappear into her wet heat. She moaned, a long, broken sound, and pushed back against me.

"Harder," she begged. "Please, Marcus, harder."

I gave her everything. The car rocked, springs creaking, and I was lost in her, in the way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she was taking me like she'd been dreaming about it too. I reached around, found her clit, rubbed it in tight circles.

"Come," I said. "Come on me."

She shattered. Her whole body clenched around my cock, her thighs shaking, and she screamed something I couldn't make out. That did it. I buried myself to the hilt, pulsed, and spilled inside her, groaning against her neck as the heat washed over us.

We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, tangled. Then she laughed, a light, breathless sound.

"Took you ten years."

"Worth the wait."

She turned her head, kissed me soft, and grinned. "You owe me a coffee."

"For the car or the orgasm?"

"Both." She giggled, and I felt it in my bones. "Now get off me, you're heavy."

I did, laughing, and she pulled her jeans up, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed. She looked beautiful.

"Same time tomorrow?" she asked.

I didn't even hesitate. "Same time tomorrow."

CATEGORIES: [Car fucking, Just the Two of Us, Old flame, Photography, Seduced]