“And, three, two, one,” Wynn said just as the bellowing white smoke shot from under the 200 foot rocket and climbed into the air.

Wynn’s skin tingled watching it go. It was so amazing and so breathtaking that all he could do to contain himself was to remain quiet. The colors of the flames, the symmetry of the plume, it was the greatest example of humanity in existence. Watching it defy the confines of Earth, he heard whispers of the incredible things that were possible. It told him what humankind was capable of and what he was capable of as an extension.

Watching that rocket leave the planet, Wynn’s imagination was set afire. The only way he could think to express his wonder was to hold April tighter and feel the warmth as his lips hovered next to her cheek.

April, feeling him near, subtly leaned towards him. That was enough. Gently touching his lips against the tender flesh of her neck, her lips parted in pleasure. With the rocket still rumbling in the background, he took the opposite side of her face in his hand. Needing to kiss her, he turned her face towards his. Bathing in her warm breath, he allowed the tips of their noses to touch before pressing his lips against hers.

As Wynn drank the nectar of her desire, the two turned to each other desperately needing the other. Parting her lips, he inserted his tongue in search of hers. Finding it, their two tongues danced. Twisting and pulling on one another, Wynn’s arousal was complete. Stroking her back through the sheer cloth of her dress, he knew he needed to have her. And taking a firm grip of her hair, she moaned telling him she wanted more.

Getting up without releasing her lips, Wynn repositioned her body to lay her on the hood. Easing her down, he felt the temperature of the metal. It was still warm but not hot. It would be on the outskirts of her limits. Wynn liked that. On it, he would dominate her. And, submissive to his will, he would take what he wanted.