The Bodyguard

Chapter 21 - We Make Sense

He stands behind me and slides his hands slowly down my sides to my legs then when he reaches the hem he rolls my dress up to above my waist at which I gasp in surprise.  Ok, so we're doing this here.  I know it's secluded, but it's still out in the open and anyone could drive by or see us, I'm surprised to find I'm excited by the thought of being outdoors.

He strokes down the outsides of my bare legs and then up the backs and over my ass, squeezing the cheeks firmly. The night air and his touch tickles my skin and I feel very exposed. He strokes me again, taking his time and it makes my legs shiver despite it not being cold.  I'm shivering, yet my body feels like it's burning, my cheeks and between my legs are on fire.

He grabs me with one hand holding my hip while the other hooks round my to rub me through my panties.  I can feel his hardness pressing into my back, he's really enjoying this and I have to admit it's seriously turning me on too.  He strokes and rubs me firmly until I can feel the wetness soaking my white lace thong and I'm sure he can too.  He suddenly pulls the thong to one side and slides a finger deep inside me, sending shockwaves down my legs.

“So hot and so wet beautiful,” he comments huskily.

He slides in and out adding another finger and getting a rhythm, then I hear him unzipping himself.  I don’t move my hands an inch, which pleases him.

“So good for me baby.” Then asks, “are you ready?”

I nod and a whine slips out of me because I’m burning to feel him inside me.  He nudges my entrance then thrusts the whole way in in one go, to which I cry out.  I wasn't expecting that and the intensity of it shocks me.

“Hold on tight baby and tell me if it’s too much,” he orders again in his commanding voice.

He thrusts deep into me and slides out smoothly, f*****g me like his life depends on it. He finds my sensitive parts and hits them over and over again, I'm struggling to keep my hands still and I feel my palms sticking to the car.  This is the most daring thing I've ever done and it's so exciting, it feels so wrong doing this here, but at the same time feels amazing.

He’s back to rubbing me at the front again while slamming into me and despite biting my lip hard a moan escapes me, it's just so intense, but I don't want him to stop.

“Let it out beautiful, we’re completely alone and I want to hear you,” he orders.

I unclench my lip and let go, screaming out as he hits both sensitive parts yet again.  Before long I'm a total mess, I've lost control of my body and my voice and I know I'm seconds away from my high.

“I’m coming,” I gasp, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Come for me baby.”

He picks up his pace and it’s raw and animalistic and before long we both climax noisily together.

He pulls out of me and tucks himself away before pulling my panties back and rolling my dress back down.  He removes my hands from the car and straightens me up, holding me tight from behind.

“You did so well beautiful, you took all I gave you and you sound so sexy when you come.”

I blush because I’m not used to this kind of talk, let alone being f****d senseless on a car.  He kisses my neck and my pulse point sending tingles to my toes.

“This place is so special to me as are you.  I hope you know that," he says genuinely making my heart soar.  He holds me close then slowly pulls away, making me miss his touch instantly. "It’s getting cold,” he states after a few minutes and leads me to the passenger side, opening my door and helping me in.

We drive up to the cottage and he insists on carrying me out and upstairs. He leaves me to undress and take my makeup off and heads to the adjoining bathroom. I slip into the short silky camisole nightdress I brought. It’s the most grown up nightwear I own.

When he returns I enter the bathroom and brush my teeth, smoothing my windswept hair. I look in the mirror and my lower lip is swollen from biting down on it and I have a hazy look in my eyes due to my dilated pupils.  I’m so glad no one can see me right now, what we’ve just done is written all over my face.

He peels back the thick covers as I walk back into the bedroom and then lifts me up again lowering me into his bed like a fragile doll. The sheets feel like silk, they are so soft against my skin.  He wraps me in his huge arms and I sigh as I snuggle deep into him, resting my head on his glorious chest. He strokes my hair and kisses my head, smelling my hair and I feel so blissfully happy, like I could stay here forever.

He’s everything a woman could want, strong, caring, makes me feel like the most precious thing in the world. He satisfies me in every way and clearly has enough money to give me a life I could only dream of. He is older than me, but it doesn’t worry me much and he doesn’t seem to mind at all or find me immature.  We just work, we make sense.

These are the last thoughts in my head as I drift off to sleep in his huge arms and in his huge bed.