emily229 prompted 7: Things you said while we were driving

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The first time Vinnie's tail wraps around her waist after she settles onto the bike behind him, her tummy does the most peculiar flip-flop and the blood rushes to her cheeks in a torrent that has her particularly aware of how the bike forces her to sit, legs astride, the rumble of the engine ricocheting all the way through the very core of her.

It's a purely carnal impulse she hasn't experienced since Jack left - one that has her all too aware of how his ass looks filling out those tight black jeans, how the ripple of his abdominals is both rock hard and silky soft beneath her touch - firm muscles contrasted against smooth fur - the way her breasts flatten against his back, her crotch pressed flush up against his admittedly spectacular butt.

She wasn't prepared for the intense burst of sensation the long, slim, powerful appendage slipping around her would elicit, sending a tingle scattering along her skin all the way up to where her nipples hardened and she sucked in a breath and prayed to God he wouldn't feel it - Christ, that was all she needed, to give his ego another stroke!

She couldn't rightly say she'd ever known what it felt like to ride pillion with the biker's tail tightly entwined around her waist - stronger and firmer than she'd ever expected it to be. It had intensified the natural sense of connection and intimacy inherent to riding, making all the more profound the fact that biking together was an act of cooperation and trust, sharing one throbbing hunk of precariously balanced metal beneath them, nothing else at all between them and the world - the lash of the wind and rain or the hard beat of the sun. A collision with another vehicle would be devastating. She trusted him to ride her safely where they needed to go and he trusted her not to do anything that could fuck with that. They were in this together. And the tight twine of that supple tail around her middle only impressed it all the more.

"You're the only one I ever wanna ride with again," she murmurs as he guns the engine and peals off down the street, knowing her words will be lost beneath the roar.