Raven leaned against the bike heavily as she watched Anya point out the levers and gears of the motorcycle. The grounder stood close, her scent of pine and earth heady and distracting as Raven struggled to focus on what Anya was saying.
The grounder had driven them further down the roadway where there was practically zero traffic. Perfect for teaching Raven how to ride.
Her gaze wandered to Anya's dark eyes, the eyeliner around well applied, highlighting them brilliantly. An attractively sculpted face wore unusually clear alabaster skin, blemish-free. Raven couldn't help but find the grounder absolutely stunning.
Blonde hair spilled out from Anya's usual blue bandana, a bead of sweat clung to her forehead, Raven licked her cut bottom lip, tasting the dried blood there as she wondered just what that tiny bead might taste like.
She pulled her new jacket tighter around her as if to drown the desire rising inside, but then Anya's shoulder brushed against her chest, and heat flushed her system all over again. It was then Raven's gaze moved to those succulent lips she so desperately craved.
She sucked her lower lip again as her gaze drifted lower. Anya's jacket hung open loosely, granting Raven a delicious view of cleavage spilling out the white tank top beneath.
"—so, give it a little bit of gas and slowly ease off the clutch—Raven? Are you listening?"
Raven's eyes quickly snapped to Anya's, amusement in her hazels.
Luckily, Anya didn't seem to be annoyed or upset in the least that Raven had only not been listening but ogling the grounder the whole time.
Anya leaned in close, "You ready to go again, already?"
Raven laughed, touching their foreheads together and wrapping her fingers around the base of Anya's neck, urging her closer. "I'll admit I'm a little distracted…"
"Then maybe you should allow me to help clear your head," Anya's tone came out husky, making Raven wild.
Anya moved even closer, stepping between Raven's legs and kicking her feet apart. Hands shot to the mechanic's waist, guiding her gently but firmly back against the bike, into the seat cushion.
Anya's breasts pressed with Raven's next, she could feel her tits instantly harden beneath her clothes. That was all it ever took from Anya, just that little bit of contact. The way she touched was always sexy as hell.
Lips neared Raven's who parted her own to prepare for the mouth-watering act, but Anya kept just out of kissing-reach, only allowing the brunette to swallow her hott sexy breaths.
As Anya teased Raven's mouth and eye fucked the shit out of her, enthusiastic fingers worked their way over Raven's waistline beginning at her hips and sliding toward the middle before undoing the button and pulling the zipper.
Raven gasped as she looked down just in time to see Anya's hand shoot down the front of her jeans and dive right into her underwear. Those fingers worked so fervently, and so skillfully Raven's head shot back, screams of pleasure reverberating toward the sky as Anya rubbed mercilessly.
As Raven's eyes closed in ecstasy, hott needy lips attached themselves to her neck, kissing up and down, then repeating. It was the combination of light and harsh sucking of those lips that sent a whole new flood of desire between Raven's legs, allowing Anya's fingers to slide and slip around that much better.
Every action, every ministration, and slick sensation pulsed through Raven's body again and again. She bucked into Anya's slippery hand more violently, causing the motorcycle beneath her to start swaying slightly.
"Take these off," Anya husked, pulling at the offending pair of jeans that were somehow still clad to Raven's body. "I want you to cum on my bike."
Raven lifted her hips as Anya discarded the garment in record time, ruined underwear trailing close behind. Anya quickly licked her fingers before sending them back to work, the digits flying into overdrive with renewed determination, and it's everything Raven could do to keep up, her breath turning staggered.
Pleasure surged up into her chest, swirled with fire and returned to her core, Raven began to scream out, throwing both arms around her lover and holding on for dear life as Anya continued the assault.
She could feel the wetness gushing from her, hips grinding into the leather of the bike seat beneath, the love juices smearing all over.
No matter how much she tried to prepare herself for it, that orgasm always came as a violent—but welcome—shock to the system as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her without restraint. It was always like this with Anya, she was the only person who could ever elicit such an intense response from the mechanic.
Once Raven came down from her high, Anya slowed her ministrations to a crawl, then pulled back to catch Raven's lips with her own. The kiss was a new one. Still filled with lust, but also satisfaction. It was bruising, but in the most loving and passionate of ways.
When it finally ended, Raven struggled to catch her breath. She didn't even mind the sting of her cut lip after being kissed in such a way.
Anya left momentarily, gathering Raven's clothes from the ground before sliding them up her legs again. Knees like jelly, Raven allowed herself to fall entirely to Anya's mercy. She even let the biker do up her zipper and button them.
Raven staggered away from the bike only for Anya to move behind her to examine something.
A very obvious wet spot marked the seat, guilt flooded Raven but only lasted a moment before Anya looked back at her with an evil gleam in her eye, then licked the seat's surface side to side until Raven's juices were replaced with nothing more than lick lines.
Any returned to Raven's lips to share.
Chuckling, Raven smiled into the kiss as she tasted herself on the blonde's lips, relieved Anya didn't regret the juices on the leather and lavished that mouth with an exuberant tongue.
They continued to make out long after. Neither willing to be the first to let go. Raven would've been perfectly happy kissing the grounder into eternity. It was like they were in this permanent honeymoon phase. She never wanted it to end.
No one had ever made Raven feel the things she was feeling. And she couldn't wait to explore it more fully.
Raven had no idea how much time passed once the lesson finally recommenced. With her desire for the biker (temporarily) sated, she was finally able to concentrate on what Anya was telling her.
Raven already had a mechanically inclined mind, and found herself relieved that she understood most of what Anya said about the engine and how it worked with the clutch and shifter. She was surprisingly a great teacher—which Raven, of course, also found sexy as hell.
"Alright," Anya said, pulling on her helmet and opening the visor so she could talk. "Let's do this."
She motioned for Raven to do the same and mount the bike. Adrenaline rushed through her as her feet familiarized themselves with the pedals, and newly gloved hands gripped the rubber handles. She took a deep breath, trepidation and intrigue filling her chest.
She worried her nerves would get the best of her, explode inside her at the wrong moment and send her and her new lover crashing to their deaths.
But the moment Anya hopped on behind, and those strong protective arms settled around her, hands resting against her gloved ones on the bars, Raven's nerves receded almost completely.
Raven turned the key to the on position, pulled in the clutch and pressed lightly on the gas. The engine roared to life on her first try, causing her to beam with glee. Anya cheered from behind and moved her fingers overtop Raven's now as she directed the mechanic in the next step.
"Easy on the gas, Raven. And SLOWLY let the clutch out."
Raven noted Anya agonized on the word slowly, especially. She figured this was probably where newbies lurched the bike the most. Luckily, Raven was quite comfortable with heavy machinery and was hoping to impress her lover on the first try.
Anya took her fingers away and wrapped Raven tightly around the waist, leaving the brunette to figure things out from there.
Carefully, Raven gently squeezed the throttle, the engine howling at the action. The bike edged forward; next, Raven gradually began to release the clutch, she knew this would be the tricky part since she was still learning the feel of everything.
The bike glided forward smoothly, so far, so good. She etched off the clutch a little more; the bike picked up speed as she gave equal amounts of pressure to the throttle. She kept performing this method until finally, she'd released the clutch, and they were moving down the road steadily.
Anya cheered again. "You are awesome, Raven!"
Raven beamed as a new surge of adrenaline fueled through her; as her confidence grew, she turned her head to yell over her shoulder.
"What do you say we speed things up a bit?"
Anya gestured for Raven to do as she liked, then they pulled their helmet visors down.
Raven gripped the bars with new resolve, pulled in the clutch and kicked up the left pedal into first gear while giving the bike more gas. The string of movements came together as one motion; it was as if the skill was already ingrained somewhere deep inside her, which, of course, was impossible.
The engine revved with new life, and the harshness of wind greeted them.
As they flew faster and faster down the empty roadway, Raven kicked up to the next gear when relevant to get over hills or increase speed. Anya gripped her tighter, and Raven knew the grounder was proud and smiling behind her.
Raven gritted her teeth as they increased speed, the although unnerving but swirling rush inside her chest was something she'd never experienced before, and it was growing with a violent force.
She pressed harder on the throttle sending the bike to its top speed; even Anya hadn't taken her this fast yet. The road started to curve as they headed higher into the highlands, but Raven maintained speed, not wanting to smother the fanned flame rising inside her.
Anya's arm came out front, and she pointed her thumb down. It was a signal; it meant something, what was it again? Raven thought back to the lesson from earlier and remembered Anya showing her the sign for slow down.
She didn't want to, the rush inside was raging with euphoric energy, she wanted to drive right off a cliff and see if she could fly! But thankfully, Raven's rational side of the brain was still intact, and she slowed to the actual speed limit a few seconds later, earning a pat on the back from the sexy teacher still straddled behind her.
They rode for a long time; Raven relaxed into the bike, into Anya's embrace as she drove on like it was second nature. Eventually, a fork split the road, Anya pointed for Raven to take the right path up the mountain. It was Raven's first chance to use the turn signal.
They rode higher and higher; the ocean came into view, it was gorgeous. The road turned steep, and Raven changed gears accordingly like a pro. Anya kept pointing them up the mountain closer to the ocean until Raven finally realized where Anya was guiding her.
They were going back to the cliff from the day before. Where they'd leapt off the edge like insane adrenaline junkies with a death wish.
Raven didn't think it was something she'd ever do again at the time, but today she was experiencing a wildness inside her that she previously would have thought impossible. She'd happily dive again if it weren't for the freezing weather overhead.
"Oh god, Anya. It was fun and all, but please tell me we're not doing this again. At least not today, it's freezing!" Raven laughed, once they arrived and removed their helmets.
She pulled her coat tighter around her as the ocean breeze blew past, bringing with it its pleasantly fresh salty scent.
"Nope. Just sightseeing this time." Anya dismounted the bike first, then held a hand out for Raven. She didn't need the help but would never pass up an opportunity for contact with her gorgeous lover.
Anya led them to a large boulder Raven hadn't noticed the day before, other grounders must've occupied it then. They climbed on, Anya settling herself behind Raven as she usually did, completing the action with two strong, lithe arms wrapped around the brunette.
They sat a long time in comfortable silence as they watched the rolling waves of the ocean rise and crash while seagulls called out from above.
The sun beat harshly through the clouds, causing Raven to squint against it. Her eyes stung and started to water, but she ignored it, the setting was too beautiful to be bothered. If it hadn't been for the chilly wind, it would have been the perfect day.
Anya rested her chin on the brunette's shoulder just then before peeking over to look at Raven. She must've seen Raven's distress from the bright sun because she pulled away, fished something from an inside pocket, and returned with a pair of aviator sunglasses. She held them out to Raven and kissed her cheek.
Raven chuckled and graciously accepted. She slipped them on quickly, her eyes flooding with immediate relief. "You're amazing."
Raven sunk back against Anya's chest who cuddled closer and tightened her hold around Raven's middle. Every once in awhile, Raven would turn her head to press her lips to Anya's. They'd both get doe-eyed smiles then return their gazes to the scenery before them.
She felt so safe there in Anya's arms. She never wanted this day to end. She'd never been this happy in her whole life.
Then, out of nowhere, Anya's smoky whisper rose to Raven's ear. "I could fall in love with you, you know."
Raven bit her bottom lip back into a grin, "You mean you haven't already?"
Beaming, Anya tugged Raven backward to the side of her chest, the brunette's back crashing into her lap, hazels stared deeply into the dark browns behind the sunglasses, she seemed to be memorizing every detail that was Raven's face before finally answering, "Maybe."
Raven's eyes closed as the softest lips pressed to her own. It was in that instant she knew, that those were the last lips she ever wanted to kiss.