The Last Time

Dean planted kisses on her lips, and over her cheeks. He leaned his forehead on hers, his breathing ragged. His pants felt uncomfortable tight, his hands running over the swell of her hips and buttocks. “Let’s just pretend we have forever while we’re here.” He whispered huskily.

                Marceline brushed her lips across his, “Anything for you.” She sighed, the heat in her belly spreading, her skin on fire as he brushed his fingers on her back under her shirt. He swung her around as he kissed her; backing her onto the hood of the Impala. He lifted her up onto it, sliding her jacket off her shoulders as he kissed down her neck. She sighed softly, running her hands through his hair.

                Dean gently bit her shoulder, running one hand up her side under her shirt to cup her breast. His other hand gripped her ass and pulled her hips to his again, cursing the clothes that separated them. Marceline bit her lip, a groan rising in her throat as he gently kneaded her breast. She wanted him badly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against her. The feeling excited her more, and she was nearly beside herself when he moved his hand down between her legs. He pressed his palm to her, feeling her heat, and the growing wetness of her jeans.

                Kissing her deeply, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her hips. She unlocked her legs from his waist long enough for him to yank her jeans right off. He dropped his hand back between her legs, his fingers gently sliding across her labia. She moaned quietly in his ear, her hands slipping up his shirt. She felt the tense and flex of his abs, her senses going wild. Dean nipped her earlobe as he found her clit, and slowly circled it. She sighed again, her hips twitching. He smiled at her, kissing her again as he slipped two fingers into her. Her tightness gripped his fingers like a vice, the thought of soon having his cock inside her driving him mad. She let out a small cry, her hips rising to meet his hand.

                Impatient, Marceline undid his belt, and viciously yanked down his pants. His large manhood sprang free, throbbing and twitching. Marceline gasped at the size, curling her hand around it. Her thumb was half an inch from reaching her other fingers. He sighed raggedly at her touch, her hand looking quite small wrapped around him.

                “I’m going to hurt you,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

“I don’t care,” she groaned as he slid his probing fingers in and out of her. “I want you. Make the last time we’ll be together a good time.”

He gave her another long kiss, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock as he spread her legs. He pushed it very gently into her, the head slipping in. She gasped again, bucking her hips and pushing him a little deeper. She felt him stretching her, but it hurt only a little, the rest was ecstasy.  He groaned in her ear as he slowly pushed himself deeper still, her pussy gripping him tightly.