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of the night.”
“Sometimes, yes.” She gave a breathy laugh and then gasped when he moved his hands over the surface of her dress.
He shifted the flimsy material up the length of her thighs, then rested his hands on that bare skin and growled against her ear. With his fingertips on her naked skin, the tension in his body sharpened.
“Not like this, though? Not with a man undressing you?” He could ask her that, because he knew she’d been alone since she came here.
“No, not like this. This is much better.” She caressed him, one hand trailing over his where it rested on her thighs.
He wanted to know what underwear she had on underneath the dress. He already knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. He lifted the material up and over her bottom and bunched it at her waist in one hand so that he could mold his free hand over her buttocks. Glancing down, he clocked a slip of black lace G-string on her hips. The globes of her bottom gleamed, framed by the flimsy garment.
“You have the most gorgeous arse,” he commented, his body moving back in against hers.
Anya chuckled softly. “Too much flattery embarrasses me, be careful.”
“In that case you’re going to be very embarrassed,” he said as he breathed her in again. “I’ll be doing it a lot.” With his hands on her hips, and that beautiful bottom moving against his fly, the urge to lose himself in her was powerful. His cock ached for it.
She arched against him, moaning softly.
He restrained his smile, secretly loving her responses. The way she moved, writhing continuously as she listened, exposed her deep sensuality. “I’ve thought about making you come every day since I met you.”
“Oh, Warren.”
“There is nothing I’d rather do in the whole wide world than watch your face while I make love to you, again and again.”
She shimmied up and down against him. The pressure of her body against his meant that he had to grit his teeth for a moment. He had to get a grip, otherwise he would have to ram her up against the window and have her immediately. He didn’t want to rush her like that, but it was hard not to.
Just then, a double-decker bus slowed to a halt at a stop on the opposite side of the road. Warren stared at it, glad of the distraction while he moved one hand around her waist, locking her in place against his erection. With the other hand he cupped her warm pussy through the thin barrier of her panties.
“Oh, oh,” she breathed, and it came out soft as a sigh.
“You like?”
She responded by rocking backward and forward, her hips rolling as she pressed her pussy harder into the firm cup of his hand. Her fingertips were gripping on to the windowsill tightly, as if she were hanging on for dear life.
At the base of his spine, a dull thudding had kicked in. The tiny triangle of skimpy fabric had to go. Pushing his fingers under it, he swallowed hard when he felt her bare pussy under his fingers. It was shaved, and his eyes flashed shut for a moment before he opened them and forced himself to focus on the view outside.
“Can you see the people on the bus?” His mouth was against her hair as he spoke.
“Yes. There are maybe a half-dozen people in there.”
He slid one finger lower, focusing her on the view outside the window as his finger moved into her hot, slick groove. Her clit was swollen, and her entire body undulated when he ran his finger over it. “Can they see you?”
She trembled. “Yes, I expect they can…oh.”
His cock was painfully erect now. “Imagine how intrigued they’d be, if they could see what was going on below the windowsill.” He moved his finger over her swollen clit, pleasure swelling in his chest when her body responded so keenly.
The bus roared off, moving out of their line of vision.
“Warren, please,” she begged. Turning suddenly, she faced him. With one hand, she outlined his cock through his jeans while she kissed him. Her mouth was open and hungry, and he thrust his tongue into its welcoming heat, his hands roving her outline.
“You’re driving me