She tried to keep her balance, sat across him as he was sat across her Harley soft tail, kick stand raised, killing the suspension, but the motion of their bodies made it nearly impossible.
She clung on like a limpet, tight black leather discarded on the floor at her feet, and after a few minutes she started to laugh, the small giggle becoming a loud, throaty, chuckle as every stroke and thrust he made sent her sprawling further and further away.
She shook her head laughing at the determined look on his face. It just wasn't working, this fantasy of his, and hers, it was just impossible, but neither of them wanted to give it up. It was on the list.
She laughed again, harder.
"ENOUGH!" he said loudly, stopping still and capturing her head, his hand sliding into her hair as he forced her face to his, the smile slid from her lips replaced by something dark and dangerous as she watched his eyes.
She wanted to fall into them, bathe in the blue.
When he spoke like that, commanding, in control, some shadowed and secret place inside her lit up. The authoritative tone made her want to be bad, to tease, to goad, just so he would speak like that again, look at her like she needed to be reprimanded, punished.
She laughed louder, taunting him, needing him to react, wanting to wake that light within that burned whenever he challenged her.
"Enough" he said quieter, completely in control, he wound his arms tight around her, lifting her and changing their positions so he could stand...more leverage she assumed.
He was so good at it, at moving her whilst keeping them tangled together. Making her feel fluid, like warm syrup running through his fingers. His glorious, nimble fingers.
Just one movement, one twist or turn and he would fold himself around her, carry her as if she was feather light, and all the while his body would stay fused with hers, in hers, around hers. He would allow nothing to separate them, not light, not air, nothing.
Enveloped and cloaked by his body, his warmth and desire washing over her, his love surrounding her.
He moved his hand, dragged it across her skin, cupped her, his thumbs brushing, sending waves of agonised bliss through her body.
She would never, could never, get enough of feeling his large, warm, hands spanning her waist, dancing patterns on her back, cupping her naked body, touching her.
When he wrapped both of his hands around her, fingers almost meeting as they spanned her waist, and lifted her, she was lost.
He tipped forward, gathered her hair away from her face and kissed her deeply, passionately, pulling back from her only when her chest was heaving and she was fighting for breath.
His face awash with pride as he did it again, individual penetrating kisses eventually melting into one long drawn out assault of her lips.
For once he was urgent and desperate, not her. It made her giddy when he rushed, head down, determined, no looking back.
He took her hand, her heart, he took her, and drew them both down an endless tunnel of sensation.
No time to stop, no catching your breath. A sugary sweet rush towards oblivion.
Her needs ahead of his when he could, and he could a lot, but when he couldn't, when the yearning and longing and red hot desire took him over, he always turned for her, always dragged her after him.
When he got like this, it was all she could do to just sit back, cling on, and enjoy the ride.
She laughed again, the literal ride she thought, as she sat across her now unmoving bike, well almost unmoving.
It shook beneath them, it quivered and shuddered, mocking her as she did the same. His fingers, his long exquisite fingers, ran freely along her, nudged and pressed against her, until she was humming and light-headed. Stoking the fire, firing the engine. He had a million fingers and each one was determined to drive her insane.
"Enough." he said again, quieter still as he went back to staking his claim on her body. He was very thorough, head to toe he planted his flag.
He started to move again, fully rocking both the bike and her body, only this time the momentum didn't drive her away, didn't make her laugh. What it did was make her cling to him, because every stroke made her need to be closer, and every time he drew back she tried to shift after him, and every time he pushed forward she tried to trap him there and pull him nearer.
His movement singing of hyperactivity, speedy and distracted, never lingering long over one area of her body, he touched everything, dived in everywhere, his hands exploring her with wild abandon as his body kept rocking into hers.
He moved like time was running out and all he wanted was a little bit of everything she had to offer before he had to stop. He treated her body like a buffet table, a gourmet mini menu, he tasted and sampled everything, and because he didn't have to stop, he kept the moment going endlessly.
He took her breath away completely as he moved over her with speed and refinement. His body still gliding, his hands still exploring, as once again his lips found hers.
He searched inside her for noises of pleasure and, when he found the places where they hid, he teased at them until she set them free.
He wanted the moans against his tongue, and her growls against his lips, and more than anything he wanted the screams that would leave his ears ringing. He played with the hidden recesses of her body until he tugged loose what he was searching for, then he dived back in convinced there was more waiting for him.
She hitched her legs up high around his thighs dragging him forward, closer, deeper and kissed his chest, the only skin she could reach, raking her nails along his arms.
He was making a statement now, no longer stilling her frantic laughter but enjoying it as he started to tease her again.
"Enough." he whispered once more as he dragged her hand up and around his neck, lifting her fully towards him, as close as they could be, before he draped her backwards against the seat of the bike, his body following.
"Enough?" she questioned, she shook her head "It's never, ever, enough."
He laughed this time, deep and rich and full of heat.
"If it's too much, maybe I'll have to stop" he made to still his movements but she clutched at him, clenched tightly around him and pulled him down for another kiss.
"Don't you dare," she hissed as their lips met.
He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to, especially when she moved the way she did, a sharp twist of her body around him.
So rather than stopping, or slowing and letting her catch her breath, he grasped her tighter, fingers at her back and in her hair as she clung to him, and he sped up.
He drove his body hard and fast against hers, letting her head fall backwards, her eyes rolling, as she let out a long, satisfied, moan, before she started to laugh at the feelings flowing through her.
The sensation of her warm, liquid, body dancing and vibrating around his in waves of joy and ecstasy flung him into his own free fall.
They continued to move against each other, riding the dying waves of bliss, until finally, he collapsed across her, joining in her laugher.
The moment his body fell across hers, they dropped and tilted as the kick stand on the bike finally gave out.