“I’m on birth control,” she answers. I know neither of us have done this in a long time, so I’m not worried about catching anything. I need to remember and go slow though. As much as I want to leave her sore and knowing who made her that way, I don’t want her hurt.
She manages to work my jeans free. I push them to my ankles. She takes one look at me sitting on the seat in nothing but my underwear and half my outwear at my ankles and smiles.
“We can do better than that.” She slides both hands inside my boxer briefs and slides them down. My length stands proudly waiting for her. She slides out of her panties and eases back onto my lap. She doesn’t wait for me to go slow, instead she lines herself up and slides down. She’s the best thing I’ve felt in a long time. Possibly ever.
“Ride me hard, princess,” I say.
She grins and raises back up on her knees before slamming back down.
“Come on. Use it like you own it.”
She repeats her motion carefully a couple more times before I sink my hands onto her ass.
“You’re fucking like a schoolgirl. Let me show you how to fuck like a rock star.”
I guide her up and down in a hard, punishing pace. When she takes over, I flip my hand to press against her clit again.
“Beau,” she chants. That’s what I like to hear.
“Make me come, gorgeous.” I slap her ass just for emphasis. She looks shocked for a beat before her eyes heat with pleasure. So, she acts sweet but likes rough. I can do that.
Pulling her off my lap, I spin her until her hands are pressed against the back window. Pushing back inside her, I slam into her as she begs for more.
“Come for me, siren.” I reach around and pinch her clit between my finger and thumb. It does the trick.
“Beau,” she screams as she comes apart. She clamps my dick in a vise grip as she comes around me. I can’t hold the heat at bay. It winds up my spine until I’m spilling inside of her.
“Take it all,” I moan as I thrust one last time. Her hands move from the window to the back of the seat as I pull her up to me. I ease out so her feet can reach the floor. Spinning us back around, I collapse on the seat with her on my lap. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” she says in a muffled voice. “We did.” Her face is buried against my neck as I hold her close. Our chests heave in unison fighting for breath. My heart races like I’ve raced a marathon. But over it all, I have the most overwhelming feeling of peace. Like this is where I’ve meant to be from the beginning. With Harmony.
I pull her face up so I can kiss her plump lips. They’re a little burned looking from my stubble. I didn’t get to shave this morning. Wait until I use those rough cheeks on the inside of her thighs.
“So, that happened,” she says.
“It did,” I agree.
“No regrets.”
“None.” She relaxes against me. I’m glad I turned the heater up earlier, though the windshield is now covered in condensation. It makes a private cocoon we can relax in for a little while.
“I have a question.” Her soft gaze turns to mine. “Where did you learn to talk like that? You must drive the women wild.”
“I saved it for you.” She looks at me in disbelief. “Really, I’ve never done that before. I think I just wanted you to lose yourmind.” Honestly, what I really want is to ruin her. Make her so hungry for me that no other man will work. Keep her wanting more.
“You’re a quick study then.” I laugh. “So, first time, huh. What else was a first?”
“The tractor,” I answer.
“Oh, same here.”
“First time without a condom.”
“Same. I have to confess, it’s a little messy.”
“Yeah.” I laugh again. “First time I’d really like a repeat performance.”
“Yeah,” she says softly. “Me too.”
