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I can work with that. “Show me, Dee.” I curl my fingers into her hips. “Show me how fast you like it.”
Deanna brings her hands to my shoulders and uses them for leverage, lifting higher, then taking me again.
Slowly, to start.
Then a little faster.
A little harder.
I try to watch her work, but it’s too intense. I have to close my eyes to contain the sensation.
There’s too much bliss in the car. It’s overwhelming.
“No.” She brings one hand to my chin and runs her fingers over my jawline. “Watch.”
My eyes blink open.
She runs her fingers down my neck with a soft, slow touch. “I love the way you watch.”
I do, too.
I study her expression as she drives onto me again. The need in her eyes. The softness in her brow. The curl of her lips.
The dark hair, falling back and forth.
The sharp collarbones.
The bounce of her breasts. They’re small, maybe, but they’re just the right size for my palm.
I cup her with both hands. I watch as I toy with her perfect pink nipples.
She groans and my attention goes to her lips, her eyes, her neck.
There’s too much of her to see. I want all of it.
A mirror. Next time, I need a mirror. A camera. To record this forever.
If she’s game.
Now, I need this, all of it.
I pull her closer.
She groans as I take her nipple into my mouth. I wrap my lips around her and test different speeds and pressure. A sharp flick of my tongue. Then a soft one. A corkscrew. A counterclockwise one.
She digs her nails into my skin as she drives over me again and again.
For the first time in a long time, I feel it: the sense we’re one. Not just because our bodies are joined. Because we’re working together. Because we’re in tune with each other.
She’s not a vision in my head. She’s another fucked-up person with flaws and needs and inconsistencies. And we’re in a too-small car, on a too-warm night.
The imperfection makes it perfect.
My thoughts dissolve as she brings her lips to mine. She rocks her hips against mine, pulsing around me as she comes, pulling me closer and deeper with every contraction of her body.
The intensity of it overwhelms me.
She works through her orgasm, then she slows and catches her breath. “Use me.”
