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A Change of Opinion (chapter 2)
  My clit was so sensitive that I could no longer bear him rubbing it and I reflexively slapped his hand away, while the last contractions of my organism faded and I struggled to catch my breath.
  I clung to him a moment or two as my limbs shook, a strange sensation, but something that sometimes happens to me after a particularly intense release. While I recovered, my wonderful lover held me close, kissing and whispering to me.
After a breathless moment, I had recovered enough to move. I was dying to do to him what he had done to me – reduce him to a quivering mass! Sliding my hand out of his pants, I grabbed his shoulders and levered myself up to a sitting position as I turned and pushed him down onto his back. Sparing a brief moment to scan the parking lot around us, I then kissed him soundly as I slid my hands under his shirt and over his chest. I love the feel of his large, hard pecks and small, erect nipples.
  I quickly pushed his shirt up and kissed his neck, nibbling gently at the skin below his ear. Then I began to move my attentions downwards. I licked and sucked at the closer nipple – the right one, as my hand slipped further down and began stroking his rock hard penis through his pants. I could feel that a wet spot had seeped through the material and I couldn't help but moan.
Slowly, I trailed kisses down his belly, pausing to tongue-lash his navel as I shakily undid his pants and began to ease both them and his underwear down. Making his unique trilling sound, he helped me by levering them down over his buttocks and onto his thighs.
  At the sight of him exposed, I felt an aching throb begin again deep in my pelvis as my sex got hot and needful. Even though it seemed impossible, I became wetter still. He was always so very hard and he had a gentle curve in just the right place, guaranteed to make him hit my G-spot and cervix when he moved within me. I knew that from experience and yet, it had been a while. I needed to have my memory refreshed!
First things first, though. I was determined to make him squirm. His cock looked as though it was crying, clear lubricant oozing slowly from its opening. I wasted no more time in licking all the way up and down his shaft.
He moaned encouragingly, so I took him in my mouth and began wetting him thoroughly as my hand massaged the moisture down his length. After a short while, I tightened my mouth and bowed my tongue, increasing the pressure on his throbbing organ. I slid him quickly in and out of my mouth as my hand followed behind, gripping, twisting and providing extra friction and pressure.
  He moaned louder and began whispered how much he loved it when I went down on him, which only served to make me move faster. His hand moved up my thigh to my throbbing pussy and he moaned just as he buried two fingers in me.
  I temporarily lost my hold on his cock as I gasped. What he was doing felt almost too good and it took an effort to remember what I had been doing and return to it.
  His taste became stronger as he began leaking a copious amount of pre-cum, arousing me even further. Ah, but he tasted so good! I was so close to coming and I wanted him so very badly. Unable to keep from squirming myself, I shifted on my knees and stepped up my attack on his sex, determined to bring him as much pleasure as he had given me. Still, I didn't know if I could continue much longer. I ached so badly for him!
  As I thought about jumping his bones, he surprised me by removing his fingers and suddenly reaching up to grasp my shoulders.
"Come up here… I want to be inside you!" he whispered gruffly.
Needing no further encouragement, I reacted instantly, planting a knee on each side of his narrow hips as he pulled my skirt up out of the way.
  Grasping my waist, he pulled me down quickly to meet his thrust as we both stared at each other and moaned at how good the contact felt.
He entered me quickly and I slid down over him until he was in so deep that our pubic bones met.
He slid his arms up around my back and pulled me forward. you feel so good. You feel so good he whispered over and over as he kissing me tenderly.
  You do too, I barely managed to gasp in reply.
I started moving slowly, rocking my hips as he encouraged me with his hands. Soon we were moving in tandem, meeting each other thrust for thrust as he continued to tell me how good I felt.
The pace quickened. I began to move my hips higher, taking him in longer and deeper strokes. His fingers tightened on my hips as he alternately kissed me and whispered my name.
 Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he suddenly groaned.
 Yes I will I will, I gasped back, just as I climaxed.
  As though the sound of my voice had broken the final shred of control he possessed, he began thrusting upward even harder. I, in turn quickened my pace. That was all it took. Less than 15 seconds after the last words left my mouth, he arched his back and moaned, Uh! Uh! Aghhhhhhh.... and stiffened beneath me.
  His orgasm was so sudden and unexpected (usually it took him a while longer, especially after three beers), that I moved up and thrust down one more time before he held onto me tightly and cried out in pleasure/pain, No, don't move don' just stay
  He collapsed completely then and I lay atop him, kissing his cheeks, his mouth, his neck and shoulders Everywhere I could easily reach. I even moved to the side slightly and hiking his sleeves up, kissed his shoulders and arms.
He seemed to bask in the loving attention he was being shown, even managing to smile shakily in his relaxed stupor. All in all he was the picture of contentment. I'm sure I must have looked much the same!
  I love you. I whispered close to his ear.
His arms tightened around me. "I love you too, Sweetheart," he whispered back.
We lay there together for a few minutes longer, but then decided not to push our luck. I changed pack into my undies and pants as he fixed his own clothing. We kissed several times over during the process of making ourselves presentable.
Finally we climbed back into the front seat and headed back to my car.
  Needless to say that my entire outlook on minivans has changed radically. In fact, every time I end up behind a Dodge Grande Caravan, I think back to that wonderful night. It's almost enough to get me into an accident!
Yup, I look at minivans in a whole new light now. Maybe you do too?