"A boy and his toys."
"Yup. I almost brought the LFA tonight, it's my baby. Not enough room though."
Hannah giggled.
"Why Matt, what ever do you mean, not enough room?"
I smirked and shook my head. Sure, I was getting a little overexcited about my cars, but the small talk was bringing Hannah back to earth.
"Oh, by the way. Matt, seriously, a rabbit ? Please tell me that sweet creature is more than your late-night chick magnet."
"He serves many functions."
I revved the engine and ran a hand through my hair. I wanted to fuck Hannah or drive. Or both. I couldn't sit here burning up in her atmosphere.
"You want to go for a drive?" I said. "I know you must be tired, but..."
"Could we? Yeah, let—" Hannah glanced out the window. I saw what she saw: the world still sleeping, pretty lawns and dark houses, and her borrowed coat crumpled in the grass. Our night. "Let's go," she said.
I pulled away from the curb and drove east, leaving the lights of the city farther behind. The smooth speed of the car relaxed me. Fuck, I had been so tense until then—even after I came. I was holding back. I wanted everything more: to pinch Hannah harder, squeeze her harder, spank her harder, fuck her harder—but I didn't want to scare her off.
"His name is Laurence," I said. "I named him after Laurence Sterne. Geniuses, both of them. Anyway, he's a dapper guy, very intellectual. And no, he's not my female bait. Clearly I need no assistance luring females into the night."
I flashed a grin at Hannah, who laughed and rolled her eyes.
I needed to see her in the daylight. I needed to be naked with her.
"I got him when I first moved out here. I was lonely, I don't know. Someone said they're quiet, clean pets. And that's the story of Laurence." I turned up the music. "Billie Holiday" by Warpaint was playing. Perfect: mellow music, the night stretching ahead of me, and Hannah in my car. I let myself really smile. "Surprised you don't own a rabbit, Hannah."
She caught my double entendre; I could tell by the way she laughed.
"I wish. I only had two toys, and... I don't know. Too many memories attached to them. Besides, one was half broken. I tossed them before the move."
"That's a pity. But now you have me."
"Yeah..." Hannah's voice was soft.
Now you have me . Fuck, I hadn't meant to say that.
We drove through the prairie for two hours, talking and listening to music and sometimes sitting in silence. We spoke about nothing important. It was nice not to have to dodge questions.
Every half hour, I asked if Hannah was tired. No, she insisted, no way, and she smiled at me in a way that made me ache.
We stopped by a walking trail that ran out through the scruffy grass.
"Let's go," Hannah said. "The stars will be crazy."
I got a blanket from the trunk of my car and we walked down the trail, Hannah's eyes on the sky, my eyes on Hannah. She was beautiful.
After a while, she reached for my hand.
I found a soft spot off the trail—no easy task in the Colorado prairie—and spread out the blanket. Hannah sprawled across it. She grinned up at me.
"Hog," I chuckled.
"There's space," she said, "on top of me."
While I gazed down at her, Hannah wriggled out of her shorts and thong and tugged her cami up enough to bare her breasts to the night air. I was drunk looking at her. She parted her legs and held my gaze.
"Beautiful man. I wish you could see yourself. You look lost."
"I feel lost," I whispered.
Our pace was more sedate the second time. Hannah grasped my hair and guided my face to her breasts. I kissed them, sucked them, licked and bit them. She moaned as I fingered her. When I nuzzled my mouth into her pussy, she began to whimper.
"Touch your breasts," I ordered softly. I glanced up her body to see her hands move obediently to her breasts. I licked my lips. She smelled musky. She tasted fiery and sweet. I went back to work as Hannah kneaded her breasts and issued wild, indecent noises into the night.
Soon I was too hard to think. I
"Yup. I almost brought the LFA tonight, it's my baby. Not enough room though."
Hannah giggled.
"Why Matt, what ever do you mean, not enough room?"
I smirked and shook my head. Sure, I was getting a little overexcited about my cars, but the small talk was bringing Hannah back to earth.
"Oh, by the way. Matt, seriously, a rabbit ? Please tell me that sweet creature is more than your late-night chick magnet."
"He serves many functions."
I revved the engine and ran a hand through my hair. I wanted to fuck Hannah or drive. Or both. I couldn't sit here burning up in her atmosphere.
"You want to go for a drive?" I said. "I know you must be tired, but..."
"Could we? Yeah, let—" Hannah glanced out the window. I saw what she saw: the world still sleeping, pretty lawns and dark houses, and her borrowed coat crumpled in the grass. Our night. "Let's go," she said.
I pulled away from the curb and drove east, leaving the lights of the city farther behind. The smooth speed of the car relaxed me. Fuck, I had been so tense until then—even after I came. I was holding back. I wanted everything more: to pinch Hannah harder, squeeze her harder, spank her harder, fuck her harder—but I didn't want to scare her off.
"His name is Laurence," I said. "I named him after Laurence Sterne. Geniuses, both of them. Anyway, he's a dapper guy, very intellectual. And no, he's not my female bait. Clearly I need no assistance luring females into the night."
I flashed a grin at Hannah, who laughed and rolled her eyes.
I needed to see her in the daylight. I needed to be naked with her.
"I got him when I first moved out here. I was lonely, I don't know. Someone said they're quiet, clean pets. And that's the story of Laurence." I turned up the music. "Billie Holiday" by Warpaint was playing. Perfect: mellow music, the night stretching ahead of me, and Hannah in my car. I let myself really smile. "Surprised you don't own a rabbit, Hannah."
She caught my double entendre; I could tell by the way she laughed.
"I wish. I only had two toys, and... I don't know. Too many memories attached to them. Besides, one was half broken. I tossed them before the move."
"That's a pity. But now you have me."
"Yeah..." Hannah's voice was soft.
Now you have me . Fuck, I hadn't meant to say that.
We drove through the prairie for two hours, talking and listening to music and sometimes sitting in silence. We spoke about nothing important. It was nice not to have to dodge questions.
Every half hour, I asked if Hannah was tired. No, she insisted, no way, and she smiled at me in a way that made me ache.
We stopped by a walking trail that ran out through the scruffy grass.
"Let's go," Hannah said. "The stars will be crazy."
I got a blanket from the trunk of my car and we walked down the trail, Hannah's eyes on the sky, my eyes on Hannah. She was beautiful.
After a while, she reached for my hand.
I found a soft spot off the trail—no easy task in the Colorado prairie—and spread out the blanket. Hannah sprawled across it. She grinned up at me.
"Hog," I chuckled.
"There's space," she said, "on top of me."
While I gazed down at her, Hannah wriggled out of her shorts and thong and tugged her cami up enough to bare her breasts to the night air. I was drunk looking at her. She parted her legs and held my gaze.
"Beautiful man. I wish you could see yourself. You look lost."
"I feel lost," I whispered.
Our pace was more sedate the second time. Hannah grasped my hair and guided my face to her breasts. I kissed them, sucked them, licked and bit them. She moaned as I fingered her. When I nuzzled my mouth into her pussy, she began to whimper.
"Touch your breasts," I ordered softly. I glanced up her body to see her hands move obediently to her breasts. I licked my lips. She smelled musky. She tasted fiery and sweet. I went back to work as Hannah kneaded her breasts and issued wild, indecent noises into the night.
Soon I was too hard to think. I
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