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I’m not sure if he’s being serious or not, so I try as hard as I can to keep my moans quiet. It’s so much harder as he thrusts faster, because he’s pressing right on the same spot that made me squirt before. We’ve never had sex in this position, and now we’ve found a whole new way to make me cum. How has nobody ever been able to do this before?
The fact that he wanted me bad enough to come here and fuck me in the parking lot makes me wonder if he thought about this in prison. Did he have a hard time concealing his huge erection when he would dream about me? Did he even get the chance to get himself off?
This might be the first time he’s had an orgasm in three months.
We need to make this last.
I slow down the rhythm, pulling him closer to me as I reach my arms around his neck.
He reciprocates this intimacy, pulling me right into his chest and running his hands up and down my back as he grinds into me slowly.
When he slows down even more, I begin to rub my clit against the base of his cock by instinct. This is another new sensation that nobody has ever shown to me, and it feels so good that I want to go faster and harder until I cum from the inside out.
He begins to kiss my neck, which is an unusually soft and sweet gesture that he hasn’t done before. He bites me here and there, leaving little prints on my clavicle and shoulders as he begins to pull the collar of my t-shirt over. Some of the bites are just a bit too hard, but I enjoy the pain.
I’m losing myself in the sublime, effervescent climb towards orgasm when Matteo stops completely.
He doesn’t move his hips at all, and he’s started looking out the back window with suspicion.
“What is it?” I ask, suddenly feeling my stomach drop.
“Cops.”
My face turns white, and I climb off his lap as I try to pull my shorts back on. He’s still exposed, and he hastily shoves his hard, pulsing cock back into his pants.
“Where are they?” I ask, feeling the vibratory nervousness taking over me again.
“Shh!”
I shut up, feeling like I want to scream and bolt out the door now that we may have been caught. What would we do if Matteo had to go back to jail the day he got out? Would he ever forgive me?
We’re both silent as the patrol car rolls past us. They don’t slow down, but their very presence is enough to send me in the opposite direction.
“We’re going to your apartment as soon as they’re out of sight. We have to move fast though, so you need to led us,” Matteo says just above a whisper.
It feels like an eternity before the cruiser disappears up to the next level of the parking structure. We open the doors, closing them as quietly as possible before I lead him over to the catwalk that connects the building to the garage.
My shorts are still soaked, and so are the front of his pants, but we have no choice other than to keep moving until we get to my apartment. I would die if one of my neighbors caught us. What would I even say?
We finally reach my apartment, and we almost fall into the kitchen before I slam the door and lock it behind us.
Before I have a chance to say anything, Matteo kneels down to the floor and pulls my shorts down to my mid-thigh. He presses his face between my legs, parting my lips with his tongue as he explores the slick, fleshy folds.
His mouth on me brings me to another level of desire. I forgot how good he was at eating pussy, and I thought I’d have to settle for a man who would do it twice a year and on my birthday.
I press my pussy into his face, encouraging him to go deeper and harder, I’m already close from before, and my clit is swollen and sensitive to his lips.
He continues to kiss me, and the desperation to cum increases by the minute. My moans are growing louder again, and I’m forced to keep myself quiet as I lean against the front door. Anybody could be in the hallway, and I don’t need anybody to know what I’m up to if it’s going to make me sound so needy.
When he realizes that I’m going to cum, he sucks on my clit rhythmically until I’m pushed over the edge.
I can’t help but stand on my toes as my legs tense. Matteo sees that my legs are too weak to hold me, and he braces me against the door with his hands while I come down from the orgasm.
“Which direction is your bedroom?” he asks breathlessly.
I point toward the west end of my apartment, and he picks me up, carrying me over to my room and throwing me on my bed.
I land on my back, thank god.
