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“No! Wait.” I cupped his cheek. “I’m just surprised, is all. I would have expected a guy like you to have been with a dozen women.”
“I’ve dated plenty of women,” he said defensively, “but I’ve never gotten that far. I’ve always broken it off before feeling ready to, you know,bewith them.”
The fire of lust swirled deep inside me. “And you think you’re ready to be with me? Afterone date?”
“I don’t know why it’s different with you,” he said. “But it is.”
This time I kissed him, even harder than before.
“But what about the walls?” I asked. “And how thin they are? Don’t you want some privacy for your first time?”
“We’re all on the same page about sharing you,” he said hopefully. “It wouldn’t bethatawkward.”
“That doesn’t mean I want everyone to hear us.”
Taylor smirked. “Then we’ll just have to bereallyquiet, won’t we?”
I tingled with excitement at the thought. Moving our bodies together, drowning each other’s cries with our lips, muffled grunts and moans and gasps.
But I had done that with Jordan in the firehouse, when we were trying not to wake Baby Anthony. And as fun as it was, I didn’t want to hold back with Taylor. I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself in him. And I wanted him to do the same on his first time.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Your back seat is clean.”
He looked too. “Yeah, I actually vacuumed it the—” He cut off as he realized what I was implying.
We stared at each other for three long heartbeats. Then we simultaneously opened our doors and scrambled around to the back seat.
Taylor’s mouth connected to mine as if drawn by a magnet, and his hands explored my body as we resumed making out. There was nothing holding us back now—just the unrestrained lust we felt for one-another, a lust that was quickly ramping up to ten.
I didn’t care that we had only been on one date, or that I had only just gotten to know him this week. I didn’t feel awkward about dating his colleague at the same time. I didn’t care that as soon as this was over, we would need to go inside and take care of a baby that was only temporarily ours.
As Taylor and I kissed in the back seat, the only thing I cared about washim.
In contrast to the slow, sensual way that Jordan had eaten me out in our last sexual encounter, Taylor and I were like teenagers trying to do the deed before our parents came home. He slid his hands up my thighs and I raised my butt so he could pull my dress up around my waist, while I unbuckled his belt and clawed his zipper down. We both shimmied out of our clothes—him out of his pants and boxers, and me out of my panties—and then he fell on me with kisses again, pushing me back until I was resting sideways on the seat.
“I’ve never had sex in a car,” I whispered.
“Me neither,” he replied.
After a second, we both chuckled at that.
“Duh,” I said.
He grinned. “I don’t know why I said that.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He obeyed with enthusiasm, sinking between my legs. I could feel his hard length between us, brushing against my wet warmth. He made a groaning sound deep inside his throat as I reached for him, fingers lacing around his shaft lovingly.
I guided him up and down, coating his crown with my wetness and then positioning him just right. He took over from there, pushing forward and filling me slowly.
The two of us moaned together as he sank his cock into me. I took him eagerly, wrapping my legs around him and holding him inside so we could both savor the moment. It was kind of awkward in the cramped back seat, but it felt right. Like this was how things weresupposedto go.
“Jesus Christ,” Taylor rumbled into my neck, breath hot on my skin. “Clara, I never thought it would feel thisgood.”
I kissed him. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I relinquished the vice-like grip of my legs around his waist, and began moving my hips up against him. His body came alive against mine as he moved with me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
