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”Yes,” she said. ”I am.”
I looked at her from the corner of my eye. Her cheeks were flushed and her hand was sliding down the front of her neck, her mouth half-open, beads of sweat on her forehead.
”Sofia,” I said.
She closed her eyes. ”What?”
”Do you want to touch yourself?” I heard myself ask. I had no idea what I was thinking; all I knew was that I was already rock hard, that all the blood in my head seemed to have rushed down to my dick, and that she could probably–no,definitely–see the outline of my erection in my pants.
She looked at me, her eyes wide. ”What?”
”Touch yourself,” I said. ”Hike your skirt up, put your hand in your panties and finger that pretty pussy for me.”
”Right now?”
”Right now,” I said. ”I can tell you’re soaking wet. I don’t want to make you wait.”
She tried to say something, but I stopped her with a look. ”I don’t like repeating myself. Do it,” I told her.
Sofia looked at me, took a deep breath, and dropped her hand down her stomach. I watched, transfixed, as she hooked her index finger underneath the lace of her underwear, slid it down her hip, and then moved her hand toward her clit. She was gasping for air. I watched as her breathing picked up, as her fingers slid down the wetness between her legs, as her fingers circled her clit faster and faster. She bit her bottom lip, moaning slightly. I could see her hand move in her lap, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, her breathing getting heavier.
Fuck, I wanted to see her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to pull over on the shoulder and lick her until she came.
”You’re doing so good, sunshine,” I said. ”Keep touching yourself for me. I want to watch your fingers inside of you.”
She was moving her hand faster and faster, her knuckles white. I kept one hand on the wheel, but with the other, I reached out and put it on her thigh, running my fingertips along her skin, all the way up her leg to her pussy, making small circles on her inner thigh. I could feel the wetness of her skin through her panties, and my cock twitched as I pushed my hand a little higher, running the tips of my fingers along her panties. Sofia gasped as I touched her. I grabbed her hand, running her fingers along her clit.
”Do you like it when I watch you?”
She nodded, throwing her head back and whimpering as she did.
”Does it turn you on to know that I’ve thought of you every single night since I first found you,” I said, my voice echoing in the car. ”That I’ve wanted to have you ever since the first moment I saw you?”
”Yes,” she said, her breath hitching in her throat.
Somehow, miraculously, I had managed to make it home. It was a blur–mostly because I’d spent the majority of the drive watching her, looking at her, enjoying the way she sounded and smelled.
I killed the engine but continued to watch her as her hand moved faster and faster, as her fingers slid in and out of her pussy, her knuckles white against the black of her underwear. I put my right hand behind her neck, pulling her toward me, crushing her lips to mine, my tongue deep in her mouth as I watched her touch herself. I could feel her slick wetness against my fingers as I moved them up and down her pussy, making small circles on her clit. I slid my fingers underneath her underwear, feeling her arousal, the heat of her body move down and around my hand.
”Are you close?”
She whimpered something that sounded like assent.
”Do you want me to help finish you off?”
Her eyes opened and she looked right at me. ”Yes,” she said. ”Fuck. Yes.”
”Good,” I growled into her ear. I didn’t want to hold myself back from touching her anymore. ”I want to taste you.”
”What?”
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers out of her pussy, then slowly, deliberately, licked her clean.
”You taste so good,” I said. ”I bet I can find a way for you to taste even better.”
I moved my fingers inside of her, her pussy slick and swollen with desire. She whimpered against my lips as I pushed her further and further, as my hand moved faster and faster inside of her. Her head fell back, her fingers wrapped around my forearm to steady herself. She moaned, her whole body tightening, her thighs clamped around my hand, and I felt her pulse around me as she came. I slid her hand out of her panties and licked her wetness off my fingers. She was gasping for air.
I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, needing to taste her, needing to taste myself on her lips, kissing her with urgency, with hunger. She was shaking. Her hand touched my cheek, her fingers on my jaw, and I moved her hand behind my neck, pulling her closer to me, kissing her with more intensity. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but kiss me back. I had never wanted anything as much in my life.
