We breathe heavily against each other, gasping with raw, aching desire. Both of us are already red-faced, skin flushed hot, sweat beginning to bead on our foreheads and slide down our necks.
She pulls back just enough to speak, forehead pressed to mine, voice trembling. "You can't leave me now. You can't give me away to anyone else."
I grip her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "I don't give anything that belongs to me away."
I was losing my mind without her. How could I leave?
We kiss again, our tongues slide wetly together, sucking and licking as we devour each other. She undoes the buttons of my shirt with shaking hands and pushes it open, exposing my chest and the dark tattoos running down my arms. Her mouth moves to my neck, kissing and sucking, teeth grazing my skin. "Do you like that?" she whispers between kisses. "Did you miss me?"
I fist her hair and the back of her neck, lifting her face so I can look at her. "I missed you so much I forgot to breathe."
She smiles, her eyes glassy. "Sweet talker."
If only she knew how many times I had to remind myself to inhale when she was gone? I held my breath one too many times, waiting for her to walk through the door. She never did.
We kiss again, saliva coats our lips and chins. I shove my pants down just enough to free my cock. It is already hard and leaking. My fingers slide between her legs, pushing the ruined lace aside, and sink two of my fingers straight into her soaked pussy.
She moans loudly, hips rocking against my hand, her wet opening gripping me tightly.
I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them slowly, dragging them against that sensitive spot inside her. Her pussy flutters and clenches around me. I watch her face twist in pleasure, her brows furrowed, lips parted and swollen red, eyes half-lidded.
She pants against my mouth, breath shaky. "Please… tell me I'm prefect for you…"
I groan at her voice pumping my fingers harder, the wet sounds obscene in the car. "You're so good for me, princess. So fucking perfect."
She whimpers, grinding down desperately. "More… please… tell me I'm your good girl…"
"You're my good girl," I rasp. "My perfect girl. So wet and tight. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me."
She cries out, head falling back, breasts bouncing with every desperate roll of her hips. "Yes… I'm your good girl…"
I lean down and suck on one erect nipple, my tongue flicking over it while my fingers keep fucking her.
"Good girl," I murmur against her skin, breath hot. "You're doing so well for me."
She whimpers, legs trembling. "I like your fingers… they feel so good… please tell me again…"
I pull back just enough to look at her flushed, desperate face. Sweat falls from her collarbone.
She moans as her pussy clenches harder around my fingers. "I want your dick… please… I need it…"
I pull my fingers out slowly and I release my throbbing cock. She reaches down and slides down onto me. We both gasp sharply as her pussy envelopes every thick inch, squeezing around me like she never wants to let go.
It feels like coming home.
Our eyes meet in the dim light of the car. I cup her face with both hands. "You love me."
She rocks slowly against me. "I love you too."
I kiss her deeply as she starts to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. She moans into my mouth, her perky breasts bounce freely between us. I grab them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, my thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks as she rides me.
Fuck, she feels incredible. She is so tight around my cock. Her pussy is drenched.
Ihold her waist with one hand and her neck with the other, guiding her movements while I thrust upward to meet her.
She is beautiful in her hunger.
Between thrusts I kiss her again, tilting her head back so I can bite her throat, then kiss her swollen lips once more.
