Outside the storm still raged on.

Kevin gulped nervously.

Gwen just looked at him, flipping her now disentangled hair over her shoulder. Kevin could feel his face getting red.

"Uh… Gwen, I …"

"Shh!" Gwen whispered moving forwards to press her lips lightly against his. "It's okay," she murmured and continued to trail kisses down his neck.

"Uh – it is?" Her kisses were getting more and more passionate now. Kevin was pretty sure he was about to lose it any second now. And sheesh – talk about your mood swings: one minute he's being yelled at, the next molested. Not that he was complaining. In fact, he considered carefully, as their mouths joined again; tongues dancing for dominance, he was thrilled.

Getting bold, Kevin pulled her closer letting his hands roam near the hem of her shirt. And then under it.

Her soft sigh into his mouth was all the verification he required. He gently trailed his palms up and down her sides in a slow circular pattern with lingering fingertips at her breasts.

All of a sudden, she stopped kissing him and pulled back. Kevin looked at her bemused at the unexpected break off. Gwen, however, gave him a saucy smile that quailed any momentary doubts he had, and changed her position so she was now straddling him.

"Do continue," she smirked lustfully thrusting her hips down on his pelvis.

"Gwen!" He let out a dry gasp.

She chortled breathily in his ear. "Too much for you?"

He growled roughly in the back of his throat and lurched forwards to reclaim the situation. Kevin crushed his mouth against hers as if in an effort to swallow her whole. His right hand latched on to a supple breast teasing the nipple to a peak. He moved his other hand slowly up the inside of her leg. Playing with the edge of her panties, he dipped two in and out of the fabric, running his digits over her libias without ever entering.

Gwen kissed him harder, more insistently, wriggling closer to Kevin so he'd touch her more. He complied moving on to trail kisses up and down her neck and chest.

Parting her wet, hot folds, he inserted his fingers into her.

A grin he couldn't help played across his face when he heard her moan into his mouth.

"Too much for you?" he mocked.

"Not at all," she panted.

"Oh, really?" he asked as he jabbed his fingers in and out of her hole.

Gwen bit her lip stifling a gasp. She dropped her head to rest in the crook of his neck nuzzling farther encouragements. Kevin smiled into her hair. She was sooo sensitive.

He turned his hand to cup her better. Rubbing his thumb in a circular pattern over her mons, he kept thrusting into her. She threw back her head in delight. Kevin could feel her muscles squeeze around his intruding fingers but he didn't change his pace.

Gwen felt something burst inside of her as white-hot pleasure coursed throughout her body. Spots seemed to dance in front of her eyes. Her excitement, along with her strength, was slowly ebbing away. Kevin supported her back as she went limp leaning back, almost hitting the horn of the steering wheel.

After several moments, she seemed to regain her energy. She raised her head to encounter his self-satisfied expression. Meeting her eyes, he licked his fingers clean of her sweet musky scent.

"Would you like to take this to the backseat?" Kevin asked huskily.

Gwen's response was simple. She pulled off her shirt and crawled into the backseat. Kevin turned and followed. Their lips met again in a fiery kiss.

Kevin pulled back.

"Gwen, are you sure about this?" Kevin looked into her eyes. He sure as hell was. More then ready. Prepping her a few minutes ago had made his pants unbearable. Listening to her moan and gasp in his lap made him want to make her cry out in other ways. Scream his name as he pounded into her. However, the head with the brain was still working, and reasoned out over his animal instincts that this was most likely her first time and he needed to go slow, no matter how painful it was for him.

She met his gaze with slightly fearful eyes but a confident determined demeanor.

"Yes, I am."

Kevin pulled her close again. Gwen hung on tightly.

"Kevin…" Gwen's voice sounded on the verge of panic.

Kevin sighed and relaxed his hold.

"Okay. You're not ready. I understand. Really. I do –"

"No, Kevin there's someone outside!" Gwen squealed.

Slowly, Kevin turned his head around to look over his shoulder to look at a ghostly face pressed up against the car window.