Maxi’s Porsche roared down the road. Inside, Jackie and Maxi sat in a bubble of silence that bound them together as tightly as any conversation could have. It was a silence of unvoiced expectation. Every bit of awkwardness between them had vanished, evaporated into thin air, and all that was left was unmasked desire.

Once at the house, Maxi opened her car door and she walked right into his arms again. Their lips locked with an intensity and eagerness that surprised them both and kissing, they stumbled towards the front door. Maxi fumbled for his keys in the pocket of his coat that was still on Jackie, then, when he’d found them, he poked at the lock blindly while he continued to passionately kiss her. After a few pokes he gave up entirely, groaned softly and leaned into her, pinning her against the door and rubbing heatedly against her.
He dove for her neck and Jackie softly took the key from his hand. She managed to get it into the lock and turn it as Maxi lost himself in the peachy skin behind her ear. Her knees almost gave out and they stumbled inside, the door clicking close behind them while they fell against the wall. Maxi caught a handful of the soft black fabric of her dress and pulled it up, sliding his hand underneath and feeling the soft, smooth skin of her leg. She whimpered and ran her hands through his hair, then down his shoulders and his back, until she could pull his shirt from his pants and touch the hot skin of his back.

Maxi lifted his head and blinked at her a couple of times, a charmingly confused and lightly glazed look in his eyes. “Jackie,” he said hoarsely, “I’m sorry I didn’t ring you or anyth…”

She pulled his head close and licked the last syllable right off his lips, at which he moaned low and helplessly. He pulled up more of her dress and shifted until their crotches aligned. They both felt the spark run through them and he pushed, and rubbed, and panted.

“Maxi, Maxi, I thought about you all the time,” Jackie breathed, and then a little sound came when his fingers touched her lace knickers. They were damp with desire. He slipped one tantalizing finger in, and enjoyed the feeling of her soaked curls.

“Bloody hell I want you,” he grated, and then, “Come here love,” as he all but dragged her into the living room. It was completely dark but for the light of the stars and the waxing moon slipping in through the uncovered windows. It put a thin silver edge on everything and leant the room a feel of dreaminess that no artificial lighting could even have achieved.

They fell unto the tan leather couch in a tangle of arms and legs and Maxi’s eyes gleamed wildly, locking onto Jackie’s. One hand rucked up her hem, the other undid his jeans, and then their lips were locked again as her panties were shoved aside and he pushed, and she pushed back, and something slithered, resisted for just a second and then gave…

“Oh my God,” Jackie sighed as he filled her up.

“Bloody hell,” growled Maxi, sheathed to the hilt.

And then they started to move.

Ten heated minutes later, ten minutes that had been filled with gasps and whimpers and moans and sighs, and that had ended on a ragged “Jesus,” from Maxi when he reached his peak right after Jackie called his name, “Oh, M-maxi…” and her passage had contracted violently around his thrusts.