Robert sits back up and pulls me to straddle him. The kissing becomes passionate and I feel my pussy twitch again. Robert takes his cock and rubs it up and down my pussy, pressing between my lips, covering it with my juices. He shifts slightly, and then using his hands he guides himself into position, slowly pressing me down on him. I feel the familiar burning sensation as my pussy began to stretch to accommodate his cock. He pauses when he was about half way in, then suddenly thrust forward hard till he is completely buried deep.
"Oh Fuck, you feel so good," he moans. "So fucking wet, so tight."
Robert rolls his hips. Lifting me a bit and thrusting into me. His thrusts are short stabbing ones, then he lifts me and slowly withdtrew till only the tip of his cock is in me. He then pulls me down and thrusts back hard and deep. Each of the thrusts sending sparks throughout my body. My hands gripping his shoulders, as I begin to meet each of his thrusts.
"Robert... Robert. I'm gonna cum again!"
Robert picks up the pace. The thrusts now hard, fast and deep. "That's it Kim. Come for me again. Come on, come again, come on," He whispers over and over in my ear. I cry out as he lightly bites my nipple and send me over the edge. It spreads through my whole body. I go into spasms. I feel myself tighten around Robert's cock. He thrusts three more times before he too cried out filling me with his seed.
The scent of our mingling desire filled the air, and I arched into him, craving more of his touch, his kiss, his possession. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the way his body moved against mine, the way he filled me, the way he made me feel alive and wanted.
All thoughts of Paul and the interview had been banished, replaced by the familiar, all-consuming passion I shared with Robert. As we climbed higher and higher, our cries of pleasure echoing in the confines of the car, I knew I had found the distraction I so desperately craved.
Robert's hands roamed my curves, reacquainting themselves with the contours they knew so well, while my own fingers traced the familiar planes of his muscular frame.
Our kisses turned hungry again, almost bruising in their intensity, as if we were trying to make up for all the time we had been apart. The taste of him, the feel of his lips on mine, was intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, as he drove into me with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, building towards a crescendo that I knew would be earth-shattering. The sound of our mingled cries and the slick slide of skin on skin filled the air, fuelling the carnal desire that had taken hold of us.