Six

Cars blurred as he flew past them, and Dom felt the high he only experienced during those few seconds it took for him to drive that quarter of a mile. Well, the high that up until now he'd only felt while racing, some small part of his brain realized. He drove over the finish line and began to slow his car. He couldn't wait to get back to Kylie, to see how she'd liked the race. He also wanted to feel that high again, the high he now realized he felt every time he held her in his arms, when she smiled at him, or when he heard her soft voice saying his name. He drove back to the starting line and quickly exited the car. While everyone crowded around him trying to congratulate him, he only had eyes for her and he immediately pulled her into his arms. He lifted her over his head and buried his face in her breasts, spinning her around. Then he slowly slid her down his body and kissed her. The crowd around them cheered.

Dom accepted congrats, all the while keeping his arm possessively around Kylie's tiny waist. He helped her into the passenger side of his car before getting in himself. He drove past the side lines and the space for him between Rome's purple Mitsubishi Spyder and Brian's lime green Evo. The team had garnered a spot on the left of the track just beyond the starting line, but Dom had other things in mind. He drove away from the air strip and down the road to a small viewing area where people used to park and watch the planes take off and land.

"Feel better?" Dom asked once he'd parked and turned the car off.

"Yeah," Kylie replied grinning at him. "That looked like fun."

"It is, Little Girl, but not as much fun as this," Dom said just before he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. When she smiled, he slipped his tongue over her lips and into her mouth. Kylie raised her tongue to meet his, and they dueled. When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for breath.

"God, Baby, you taste so good," Dom told her as he kissed her cheeks, his hand sliding up to caress her breast. He felt the nipple instantly harden and flicked his thumb over the nub.

Kylie groaned and kissed his face, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Feels so good..," she whispered. "Please don't stop, please."

Dom had no intention of stopping and he reached beneath the seat pulling the lever and sliding the seat back as far as it would go. Then he pulled Kylie over to his lap. He pulled her shirt up and off. His hand slid to her back and quickly unfastened her bra. He slid it down her arms and bunched it up with her shirt. He tossed them toward the passenger seat and captured one nipple with his mouth, his hand kneading the other.

Kylie's hands shook as she struggled to undo the buttons of Dom's shirt. It was hard to concentrate with his mouth and hands caressing her breasts. When she finally undid the last button and pulled the shirt apart she gave a frustrated groan when she found the wife beater beneath it.

Dom chuckled, but sat up slightly and pulled both garments off. He tossed them to the side and slid a hand up to cup each of her breasts, his thumbs flicking across the hardened nipples. She bent down and kissed the top of his head as her palms ran over his chest. As Dom turned his face up she rained light kisses over his forehead, eyes, nose and cheeks, and finally his lips.

Dom's hands roamed over her body, down her back, then pushing up her skirt to cup her bottom. He caressed her through her barely-there lace panties and then slid down over the tops of her thigh high stockings. He groan as his pants suddenly felt two sizes too small. Reaching between them he unbuttoned them and slid down the zipper. He slid Kylie's panties down and she gingerly lifted each leg out of them, then Dom lifted his hips and slid his pants and boxers down.

Kylie straddled him and his hands again roamed over her. He reached up and pulled the band from her braid and then slowly undid it. Her curls quickly sprang free and fell over them like a curtain. He pulled her head down kissing her over and over.

The silence of the car was gone, now filled with their labored breathing, loud smacking kisses, low moans and softly murmured words of desire and pleasure. Kylie felt the length of him pressed against her hot wet opening, and shifted her hips until the head of his penis slipped inside her. She slowly lowered herself down on him, savoring each moment. When she nearly had all of him inside her she stopped and pulled up off him until just the head was still inside her. Dom leaned back into the seat and closed his eyes as she again lowered herself on him. When she made to pull up again he grabbed her hips, holding her in place. One hand slid up her back and neck pulling her head to his and pressing his lips into hers. Beneath her his hips began to grind into hers.