"I could walk, you know." Twyla said, but she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nestled her face into his neck, so he figured the protest was just for show.
"I can move faster, unless you think you can fly. My shirt's a few hundred yards back up the path. Then neither of us will be in trouble if a cop spots us."
She didn't bother to answer and he was already moving. In just a few seconds he was at the bend in the path where he'd dropped his shirt. He set her on her feet and pulled the blousy white linen over her head, though it almost seemed like a sin to cover those curves. "Nice dress."
She laughed at his remark. "It does come to my knees. Thanks."
"Don't mention it. You have a car around here someplace?"
"No. Cars have too much iron in them. I can ride in them, but they never seem to work right when I try to drive. I took the bus."
"Okay, mine's not far. Come on."
She didn't know why she was suddenly apprehensive about getting in a car with him. She'd just let him f**k her literally senseless and all he'd done when she passed out was free her from her bonds. Shaking off her doubts, she didn't demur when he clasped her hand and started walking toward one of the many parking areas scattered throughout the park, which meandered for several miles along the banks of the Schuylkill River.
The shirt smelled like him, strong and masculine with a touch of something unfamiliar. It was the sexiest scent she could imagine and she knew it also clung to her skin where they'd touched, almost as if he'd marked her with it. She inhaled deeply and the potency of his musk had her creaming again, as did the stickiness of his semen drying on her thighs. What was it about him that turned her into a nymph? Pixies were pretty s****l beings, but it had never been like this before. Even now, her fingers tingled where they interlaced with his.
"Where do you live?" Was his voice always deep and gravelly like this, or was he still as turned on as she was? A glance down at the front of his chinos had her licking her lips. Oh yeah. They were just getting started!
She gave him directions to her apartment in Manayunk while they walked. With every step she let some part of her body brush against his and had to hold herself back from jumping him there on the trail. When they got to the secluded parking area it was still and deserted, with just one car in the corner. She watched as Bram sniffed the air, as if making sure there was no one around.
"No satyrs. No humans. Good." His voice was a rumble, the pitch so deep she could barely hear it and she had keener hearing than a human. He planted his feet slightly in front of him and leaned back so he was not quite sitting against the front fender of a big vintage muscle car. Then he yanked her into his arms.
She whimpered and practically climbed up his body trying to get her lips on his. Why'd he have to be so damned tall? He must have got the hint, because his strong hands slid up under the oversized shirt and palmed her ass cheeks, then lifted her up, crushing her breasts to his sculpted chest and settling her dripping p***y right over the enormous bulge in his pants. She ground shamelessly against it while they kissed, his lips and tongue devouring hers.
"Goddess, are all pixies as hot as you?" He leaned back, taking her weight on his body and slid one hand into the crack of her ass then forward, slipping and sliding through her wet folds.
"Don't think so." She dropped kisses all over his cheek and neck while she squirmed, trying to get those long, talented fingers into her cunt. "I'm not even normally like this. I mean s*x is fun, but I've never needed it like this. If you don't f**k me again soon, I'm going to go insane."
"Pretty sure I'm already there, princess." He bit down on her throat again, but this time without the fangs, at the same time he stuffed his middle finger into her p***y and wiggled it, finding the knot of nerves that set her screaming. When she started to come, he took his thumb which was slick with her cream and ran it in a small circle around her anus.
"Yes!" She choked out the word, barely able to breathe. When his thumb breached her sphincter and went into her ass, she convulsed, coming so hard she was afraid something was going to break.
He waited till she stopped coming before he shifted her enough to reach the straining zipper of his pants. As soon as she figured out what he was doing, she dropped her feet to the ground and replaced his hands with her own. Then very carefully she slid one hand inside his waist band to protect him from the zippers' teeth as she worked it down. He bucked against her hand and gripped the edge of the car with both hands, his spine bowed out as he leaned back over the hood. When his pants dropped down around his ankles, she pulled back a second just to take in the view. The single parking area light gleamed off his hairless chest and the glistening tip of his magnificent p***s which was pointed up at the stars, the head already weeping visibly.
He'd gone down on her on the rock, now it was her turn. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest. "Stay still."
His odd, intense eyes bored into hers. "Whatever you want princess. As long as it's soon!"
She hummed low in her throat. "Oh yeah!" Then she leaned forward and nipped at one bronze n****e.
"f**k!" She felt his c**k grow impossibly larger against her belly.
"We'll get to that," she assured him as she sucked his other n****e into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
"Damned straight, we will!" His breathing was harsh, fractured and she could tell it was taking a whole lot of will power for him to keep his hands on the car and not move.
She trailed a line of kisses down his belly, rimmed his navel with her tongue. When she reached the sparse nest of hair above his c**k, the only body hair he seemed to have, she inhaled deeply, soaking in the scent of his musk mingled with the traces of her cream and his c*m from before. "Stars, yes!" She had to taste that c**k, never mind that she knew he wasn't all going to fit in her mouth.
He bucked against the car, his hips coming away from the fender as she licked her way up his shaft, tasting every inch of his skin along the way. She'd never been with anyone so big before and she wasn't about to waste any of it. She wrapped one hand around the shaft, unsurprised when her fingers didn't touch in the back. Her other hand slid downward, to cup each of his heavy balls in turn, delighted to find them drawn up tight and taut.
The tip of her tongue circled the flared head of his p***s, tracing the underside of the glans before running up along the slit and licking up the thick drops of pre-c*m that beaded on the tip. His taste was salty and slightly bitter, but hit her like a drug, making her p***y clench and her knees wobble. Unable to wait another instant, she sucked the entire head into her mouth wrapped both hands around his shaft and squeezed.