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Though I can't feel her orgasm, I know when it grips her. She goes rigid, breathless, and her knees buckle. Her body is held up solely by the car and my hands.
And my cock is throbbing.
I flip her around and lay her hands on top of the door again. "Are ye ready?"
She nods.
One more thing to do before I take her. I unzip my jeans and dig a condom out of my pocket, ripping the packet open, and roll it on. A relieved breath gusts out of me.
With both hands, I take hold of her hips again and tilt them up and back, all while kissing the tender skin of her neck. I plow into her in one long, powerful stroke. Then I freeze, clutching her to me.
"Okay?" I ask, my voice rougher than usual. Shagging Calli always does that to me.
"Uh-huh," she responds.
That's all I need to hear. I drive into her again and again while my cock plunging into her sheath creates a wet sucking sound and mybagaisslap on her erse with every thrust. She throws her head back, her fingers clenched over the door frame. I grunt every time I push inside her, every movement growing harder and faster, and I lift her hips into my thrusts while my fingers dig into her flesh. I feel her body tightening around my cock, gripping me like a vise as she comes again. Her fingers grip the car so hard her knuckles turn white, and her body clutches me with the same desperate need that spurs her to scream my name and buck her hips up to take me deeper inside her.
Calli's cries echo off the trees.
I punch into her twice more until my release forces me to shout to the heavens, my entire body stiff as steel while my cock pulses. I relax gradually, breathing hard, loosening my fingers on her hips. Then I lean forward to seal my mouth over her ear. "Now that's how to enjoy the scenery."
"The scenery?" she says breathlessly. "All you saw was my ass."
"And your sweet, pink flesh."
I tug her underwear and jeans back into place, zipping them up. Then I do up my own jeans.
She staggers in her attempt to turn toward me.
I scoop her up and deposit her in the passenger seat without bothering to open the door. After hooking her seatbelt over her, I march around to the driver's side and vault over the door to land in my seat. With a flick of my wrist, I turn the key in the ignition, then I navigate the car back onto the road.
"You really are sex incarnate," she says.
"I'm what?" I ask, with a hitch of laughter in my voice.
"When we first met, I decided you were sex incarnate. You radiate sensuality like it's a part of your essence."
I cast her a sidelong look, my brows raised. "I've never been called sex incarnate before."
"Never? Haven't you done this sort of thing before? To other women, I mean."
"No. Only you."
I focus on the road now as we rush down the two-lane highway again, heading for the summit of Brockway Mountain. Sex incarnate? I love that Calli is the kind of clever woman who thinks of things like that, and I love that she sees me that way. She is sex incarnate too. Her passion surprises me again and again.
With my eyes hidden behind my sunglasses, I peek sideways at Calli. Her hair is whipping around her face while she wears the bonniest look of contentment.
She sneaks a hand out to squeeze my thigh.
I smile but keep my focus on the road as I steer the Mustang around a sharp curve. Aye, her passion knows no bounds. Maybe that's why I've fallen in love with her, because she's more like me than either of us could've guessed she would be.
Well, I've heard the myth of the sexy librarian. But now I've met one—met, kissed, and shagged.
She rakes her nails up and down my thigh until I lay a hand over hers to halt her movements. "Which part have you done only with me?"
"Most everything I've done with you is new for me."
"Why are you different with me than with those seven other women?"
