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The evening was warm and the air fresh. The viewpoint you stopped at was far from the nearest town, so it was pleasantly quiet.
No one would disturb you here.
You stood outside, leaning against Jona's car, who was taking a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket.
You each took one, and he lit yours, then his. You took a small drag, closing your eyes.
You stood there in silence, neither of you saying a word.
After all, you hadn't come here to talk.
You watched him out of the corner of your eye.
The moon cast a soft light on his face, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance.
You saw his shoulder tense as he brought the cigarette to his lips.
Damn, Jona might be an idiot, but you couldn't say he wasn't well-built.
More than one guy would envied him. Broad shoulders, strong arms, big thighs...
Although the thought was terrifying, you thought Jon Antell was handsome.
Very handsome.
When he finished his cigarette, he threw it on the ground and stubbed it out with his shoe.
A moment later, you felt his hand on your thigh. You sighed softly at the warm touch against the skin exposed by your dress.
"So?" he began, gently running his fingers along your inner thigh. "Shall we go to the back?"
In the darkness, you saw his eyes sparkle with excitement.
You took one last drag on your cigarette, which you stubbed out a moment later as well.
You let Jona take your hand, and in a moment, you were on the backseat of his car.
You straddled him and moved close enough to feel the bulge in his pants. However, Jona didn't reciprocate, placing his hands on your thighs, already exposed by your rolled-up dress.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and finally connected your lips. He immediately returned the kiss, deepening it even more. You felt his hands move higher, pushing your dress up even further.
He stopped at your hips, then reached for the zipper at the back with one hand and placed the other on your ass.
You broke the kiss with a soft sigh as he squeezed it. You involuntarily bucked your hips, grinding against his already rather hard crotch.
Then he unzipped your dress and pulled it off. You surprised yourself with how easily you let him take control.
Well, he might not know much about life, but when it came to sex, Jona knew exactly how to make you feel good.
"New underwear?" he asked, running his fingers over the lace material of your bra.
"Maybe..." you replied. "Do you like it?"
Jona leaned back in the seat and eyed you for a moment.
"Yeah, it's pretty," he admitted. "But it'll be better if you take it off," he added.
You burst out laughing.
"There's no room for a striptease here," you pointed out, but you didn't wait for an answer.
With a quick movement, you removed your bra and then climbed off his lap to pull off your panties.
A moment later, you were sitting on top of him, completely naked.
And he loved it.
"That's so much better," he said, then pulled you in for a kiss again.
You sighed as he began to move lower, down your neck and cleavage.
A pleasant shiver ran through you as he ran his thumb over your nipple.
Then you felt his fingers touch your crotch.
"Are you that wet already?" he asked, and you bucked your hips against his touch.
"And are you that hard already?" you asked sarcastically, to which he snorted with laughter.
"Be careful, honey," he warned. "I might leave you like this and you'll finish with your own fingers." As he spoke, he slid his fingers across your entrance.
"You are impudent," you said, but then he suddenly pushed himself inside you, making you gasp loudly.
"Did you say something?" he asked, and you shook your head vigorously. "Good."
You felt his fingers curl inside you, touching your most sensitive spots. With shaking hands, you reached for the buttons of his shirt, which you were trying to unbutton.
"Take that shit off," you snapped.
"Hey! It's my favorite." His words were of little use, as you managed to shake the fabric from his shoulders and toss it aside.
You snuggled into his bare chest, absorbing the warmth radiating from his body. Jona wrapped one arm around you, pulling you closer to him as you practically rode his hand.
"Is it okay?" he whispered in your ear.
It was one of those moments when, instead of his bossy and dominant side, he showed his caring side as well.
"Yes," you replied breathlessly. "Don't stop, please."
Your requests went unanswered, because just as you were getting close, Jona suddenly pulled his hand away, causing you to groan in frustration.
"Okay, that's enough," he said before you could. "I need to fuck you, now," he added, then began to unbuckle his belt.
You recovered from the earlier, unsatisfying sensations and unzipped his zipper.
A moment later, Jona slipped off his pants and boxers, freeing his cock.
Damn, he was so big.
That was all you could think about at the moment.
"You're on the pill, right?" he asked.
"Yes," you nodded.
"Then take my whole cock, like a good girl," he said.
Oh, it might have sounded a bit cringeworthy, but at that moment, it didn't matter.
Not when all you thought about was riding him. So you didn't wait, and in a moment you felt his entire length inside you. You let out an uncontrollable moan as he entered you.
"Oh, fuck..." you said softly.
He was big, so you needed a moment to get used to the feeling.
"You feel amazing, honey... So amazing..." Jona sighed next to your ear, then placed his hands on your hips.
Then you started moving, slowly at first, but with each passing moment you gained confidence.
You sighed directly into each other's mouths, without kissing, just mingling your quickened breaths.
"Yeah, just like that... Don't stop..." he praised you, though he seemed to be talking more to himself than to you.
"You feel so good, Jona," you said.
The windows steamed up, and the sound of your naked bodies slapping against each other, his sighs and your quiet moans could be heard in the car.
At that moment, only you mattered.
And even though you might not have had much in common, and Jon sometimes annoyed you, you were glad you had him.
He might be an idiot, but he was your idiot, the one you were now fucking in his car.
Oh, perfect.
You felt his thighs shake beneath you, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips. You knew he was close.
"Please..." he whispered.
It was adorable how he relinquished his sense of dominance just for you to let him come.
Pathetic, but adorable.
"What are you asking of me, Jon?" you asked, barely catching your breath. "To let you come?"
He nodded, and a moment later he let out a loud sigh. You finished right after him, collapsing onto his chest.
You stayed like that for a moment, gasping for breath.
"You're amazing," he finally said, rubbing your back. "I think I'm in love."
You laughed at his comment, then kissed him again.
"Be careful, I'll think it was a date," you whispered against his lips, tangling your fingers in his damp hair.
"If it was, it was probably the best date of my life."