AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She couldn’t be sure but didn’t think they’d even slowed down. “Mmm.” She wanted to know the secret, though her reply turned into something much more carnal. “Baby, yes… Mmm…”
“I’m not just your heart,” he said, curling his finger to stimulate her from the inside. “I’m your soul, your breath, your being.”
She smiled, sliding her hand from her pussy past his working hand to his wrist. “You are,” she purred. “You are my whole wide world.”
When his finger pulled back, she clenched, whimpering in protest. She should’ve known better. Her Heart would never leave her unsatisfied. When he thrust his finger back in with a second at its side, she sank into her bliss again. While she was coming to resent her underwear, Daire didn’t see it as an obstacle and edged it further aside to let his thumb massage her clit while his fingers worked.
“Oh God,” she panted, gritting her teeth as her body moved and her heart rate climbed. “Daire…”
“Right there,” he murmured, shoving his fingers into her while pressuring her clit.
Like he’d found the button to her pleasure and her soul, he tipped her into the spasm of an orgasm that stole her breath so suddenly, she didn’t have the time to scream. Her mouth opened, begging for breath, for mercy, for sanity, but her speeding pulse couldn’t find a tether.
Her body was still so raw that even when his fingers withdrew, she yelped and grabbed for his wrist. Completely adrift, her wide eyes landed on his. She couldn’t remember anything, nothing about anything, not until he winked at her.
Releasing a long breath, she let him go and languished in the warmth of the ecstasy still tickling through her. How long she stayed there was a mystery. After those seconds or minutes, her legs straightened to relax across him, his hand rested on her shin.
So much weighed upon them and the prospect of Styx lay on the horizon, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything negative.
“Every time I make you come, I feel so damn proud of myself,” he said, managing to gloat while at the same time coming off as modest.
Forcing herself to move, she slid her legs from his lap to put her feet on the floor, sitting in the seat properly, which wasn’t like her. In her peripheral vision, she noted him looking her way, but chose not to respond.
Keeping her expression as flat as possible, she made sure to match her tone to her demeanor. “I need you to pull over.”
“Babe?”
The edge of concern in his words tempted her to smile. Somehow, she managed to stay the course.
“Now,” she said, ensuring to be more insistent. “I need you to pull over, Daire.”
“We’re a couple of miles from the service—”
“Right now, Daire,” she insisted. “I’m not kidding.”
“Okay,” he said, flicking on the turn signal. “Pulling over. Eight seconds to stop.”
With his usual careful and precise finesse, he brought them to a halt on the shoulder. She watched him put them in neutral and pull on the parking brake. He didn’t say anything and just waited for her to break the silence.
Instead of speaking, she acted. Grabbing her chair and the dash, she whipped around to pounce onto her knees and lunged over to snatch his face in both hands. Forcing him to kiss her, she didn’t wait for him to catch up. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, overwhelmed by her inability to show him everything he meant to her.
Tearing her mouth away, she held onto him. “You’re so much, I can’t even breathe. I wouldn’t know what to do without your love… I don’t know how I survived without it.”
Caressing her arms, he took his time about appreciating her skin before sweeping her hair away from her shoulders. “I love it when you get emotional after you come.”
Releasing her tension, her hands dropped to his chest. “I get emotional?”
He smiled, the back of his fingers sweeping across her cheek. “If you’re angry, sometimes you get angrier, but it helps you to think more clearly. After you come, you’re always more focused, less stressed.” He’d told her that before. “If you’re in a good mood…” Pinching her chin between his curled forefinger and the pad of his thumb, he drew her mouth up for a kiss. “You get playful and overexcited… I love how honest you are about showing your emotions.”
Showing him anyway, since embracing the fact that they had feelings for each other. The open admiration and pride in his expression humbled her.
“Thought men weren’t supposed to like emotional women.”
“I don’t know about other men,” he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “But this one likes his. Doing what I do requires the ability to detach. We have to be measured, patient… unfeeling.” That’s how he’d grown up, with strict rules and cold, remote tutors always demanding more. “In every way, you’re my release.”
Her hand descended to his groin. “You want me to be your release right here?”
Curling his fingers around hers, he picked them up to kiss her knuckles. “You requested coffee,” he said, guiding her back to her seat. “Put your seatbelt back on.”
