Coconut Grove sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last

The heat of her breath against his skin, the look in her eyes, and every little contact they made were all the clues he needed. Even he, as blind as he was literally and figuratively when it came to women, could tell that they both wanted the same thing. Thankfully Tundra wasn't the subtle type to play some kind of game that he could not understand. (at least, what he thought, he can easily be wrong too!)

That chill that crept between them was present only for a brief moment, as she stepped away, giving him that look that just continued to pick away at his sanity as his hunger for her simply grew. Draping himself over her, legs on either side of her smaller, feminine frame, they were as close as they could possibly get without exchanging any skin in a salacious dance reserved for lovers. 

Not yet. 

Hungrily he ran his tongue along her nape, taunting her with some mouthful of her every now and then with careful, but clearly suggestive tugs. It was only once she was receptive and positioned would he begin to satisfy what they both seemed to desire for so long; he'd make it last as long as he could. As if this moment would never come again.

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