Jack greeted her lips, passionate and hungry, beginning to run his hands all over her waist and hips. It was awkward, with the cup holders and armrest between them, as they ached to be closer to each other. Jack found himself almost humping the plastic between them.
"Let's get in the back," Florence whispered, as Jack kissed down her neck.
"Okay," he replied, forcing himself to part from her body.
They both opened the doors and stepped out, the fresh midnight air curling around them. Jack could see Florence move through the distorted glass of the jeep as he opened the back door and climbed in. Florence did the same, scooting closer to Jack as soon as her door was closed. She and Jack were on each other, hungry like tigers, nothing holding them back now. Within seconds, Florence had straddled him, grinding down on his crotch, earning a deep groan from him.
"Oh god," he breathed, as Florence flexed her hips. Jack tipped his head back, watching as she bit her lip, riding him through his clothes. "Oh god, Florence," he said, bending his head forward and burying his face in her breasts, pressing rough, sloppy kisses to her sternum.
Florence let a gasp escape her lips as Jack gripped her ribs, holding her there whilst he paid attention to her breasts. She ran her hands through his hair, guiding him enthusiastically over her chest. Florence's fingers fumbled under Jack's chin as she undid the buttons on her dress to reveal her cleavage. Jack grabbed her breasts, palming them eagerly as he kissed the soft skin above the cup. Florence then inched backwards, undoing her bra that was clasped at the front, pushing the cups aside to reveal her breasts.
Jack gulped. "That is an excellent bra," he said, taking one of her breasts in his mouth. Florence gasped again, arching her back, hands flying to the roof of the jeep to steady herself as Jack licked and lapped at her nipples. Jack then turned his attention to the other, doing the same, making her buckle under his touch.
Florence could feel Jack hardening beneath her and began grinding down hard on his crotch again, making him gasp. She smiled down at him, reaching below his chin again to start undoing his shirt. Her fingers worked the buttons open as Jack moved his attention back to her lips, pushing her hair over her shoulders.
Florence eventually parted the fabric, revealing his chest. Her fingers traced from his belly button, up his stomach, over his chest, along his shoulders, up to his neck, fingers splayed against the warm skin. Florence then kissed from his jawline, down his neck, tracing her hands back down towards his belt buckle. Her fingers began working at the metal, unbuckling it, and tugging at the leather. Jack lifted his hips, pushing his crotch nearer to her so that she could remove the belt from the hoops.
She cast it aside, letting it fall into the footwell with a thud. Her hand pushed past the waistband of his boxers and gripped his rock-hard cock. Jack gasped at her touch, bucking his hips into her grip, aching for movement.
"Fuck," he breathed, as his hands rested on the back of her thighs.
"Feel how wet I am," Florence whispered in his ear. She felt his cock tense. Jack traced his fingers up the inside of her damp thigh and clumsily felt for her crotch. He expected to find underwear there, something for his fingers to push past but found nothing.
"You're not wearing any underwear," he breathed, his voice shaky.
"I know," cooed Florence. "I haven't been wearing underwear all day."