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[ His brown eyes were dark with want, staring intently into hers when she pulled from the kiss. Derek replied huskily in case she didn't read his look correctly. ]

Right here. Now.

[ Between the height of the motorcycle saddle and the helmets he propped on top of it, there was some coverage for any traffic that passed on the road behind them. Not that Derek seemed to care if there was or wasn't. His hands had let go of the headgear and moved to her thighs to collect up her skirt if she gave a green light. ]

Ah, but don't you want to wait to see what I have planned?

[Of course, she's just teasing him. It is a blackout after all, and with the exception of a few headlights, there's only the dark of night around them. Between that and the bike, they'd look like any other canoodling couple displaying a bit of innocent PDA ass required by the city and not two people who can barely keep their clothes on around each other giving into their basest desires.]

I mean, far be it from me to wear you out this early, but I thought what I had in mind was pretty good...

[She keeps talking, taunting him, yet her hand manages to make its way past his belt and zipper, deep enough to get around his cock for a firm stroke.]

Oh, I most assuredly do.

[ He responded with an impish grin, his dick getting to the final stages of hardness in her hand. Her skirt was hiked up and his hands took a firm hold of her ass. Derek squeezed his handfuls before easily lifting her to the bike saddle. It was her turn to complete the union. ]

What makes you think you'll wear me out with just one round? Just an appetizer before the main course.

I don't know. You were the one who said he wasn't a young man anymore and you are older than me by a few years, so...

[Feeling his hands on her ass, Angela remembers the first time they met and what happened to her panties in the back of the cab. Since she needs to keep something on under this skirt as they finish up the now forgotten grocery shopping, she reaches behind her and grabs a hold of his hand, shaking her head softly.]

I need these. I can't keep buying new ones.

I'll buy you a whole case.

[ The words were uttered in such a low octave that they damn near resonated in a growl. Yet he grabbed the sides and yanked them down instead of going against her wishes. She'd have to ride back with him on his bike and it was bad enough Angela was in a skirt, he wouldn't have her mooning Eudio.

Grocery shopping wasn't forgotten. It was simply on delay. He liked a surprise and would be worse than a kid on Christmas Eve, anxious to know what gifts were in store.

His rise back up to his feet found his jeans and boxer briefs hanging off his hips and his cock seeking her entrance. ]

[Okay, the fact that he can drop his voice that low should be entirely illegal in all states. Angela's shivering at the roughness of it, shuddering against his chest as she lifts her hips to help get her panties off. Once he has them in his hand, she snatches them away, only to tuck them into his back pocket for safe keeping.

Her heat welcomes him, beckons him into sliding home right where it feels like he belongs, but a quick moment of clarity pulls Angela's hand back from guiding him inside and up against his hips, pushing him away. Reluctantly as hell, but away.]

Derek... wait. [As much as it was killing her to stop him, they've both forgotten something extremely important here.] Condom.

[After all, she's certainly under no impression she's the only woman he's fucking in Eudio. Angela'd be a fool to think that. Besides, she's not about to leave here with any gifts that'll last the next eighteen years, even from a man who lives in her world. ]

[ She was killing him and it wasn't in the way of the French with their 'little death'. Yet, she was right so there wasn't more than a press of his forehead to hers as he stepped back to fish a packet out of his pocket. Derek quickly tore the package open with his teeth and made quick work of putting on the condom without his eyes leaving hers or even bothering to move her skirt out of the way. He was something of a pro, especially in Eudio.

He kissed Angela almost angrily while guiding his sheathed cock to her pussy. The tryst was planned as no more than a quickie given their surroundings. Cuddle City or not, there easily could've been laws against indecent exposure. However, the danger of getting caught didn't seem to dissuade him from rethinking the moment. ]

Hold onto the helmets.

[ The statement came out like an order without that being his intention. His already deep voice lowered with want, notable in the instruction he gave. Derek was holding onto the saddle so the bike wouldn't tip over away from them. If he disappointed her now, he'd make up for it later. ]

[Even with the speed he's going to get the condom, it stills feel like it's too long before he's inside her and her breath is caught in her throat again. He's so thick that she still hasn't gotten used to his size enough to not be surprised by how wide he parts her folds. Jesus, she really needs for him to keep his promise to her on being able to go again later because once with Derek is quickly becoming not enough.

This may become a problem down the line if he keeps indulging her like this.

Angela would really rather wrap her arms around his shoulders and dig her nails into that strong back of his, but this isn't a time or the place to brook an argument on where her hands should go. She does what he says without hesitating, part of the fact that the need in his voice is clear and damn it's aggressive enough to awake that submissive part of her. That leg of hers, though, it creeps up to his waistline regardless of where he wants it, opening her up more to him so that even in this awkward position, he'll hit every inch of her.]

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