thighs and raises her up completely above him and lowers her crotch onto his face and sucks at her. She feels as though she’s being eaten by a tiger. He moans into her vagina and keeps repeating, I love eating your pussy. He says this actually into her vagina so that she feels they’re having a private communion, as if her vagina and Aidan are engaged with each other and the rest of Lina is watching from above.
His face is buried there for about ten minutes. Sometimes it feels so good that it’s too much and she tries to de-saddle but his arms clamp down tighter and he keeps her on his face. He says, Nuh uh, into her vagina and keeps her rooted to his mouth the way a round ball fits into the base of a joystick.
Finally he lifts her off and is about to lower her vagina over his penis and she goes, Wait! I don’t want that stuff in me!
She means the Cadbury crème and luckily there are baby wipes in the center console and she uses them to wipe it off his penis and then lowers onto him, squatting on the floor of the vehicle.
When he slides in, she feels that every single need of hers is met. That she is a machine fueled with exactly what it needs to work the way it’s supposed to. The first hundred pumps feel like the first one. When she gets tired he takes over; he grabs her waist and plunges her whole body down onto his lap, using her like a tool. And then she starts moving again, too, and they are expertly locking themselves into each other. He gets on top of her and in missionary he is rhythmic and when he gets to going real fast she loses control and has little orgasms with every pump. They are kissing most of this time and her head is on fire. She comes a hundred small times and he takes himself out because he is about to come and asks if she has and she says yes and then he goes back in, bang bang bang bang, and then he pulls out and comes onto her stomach and they lie there on the floor holding each other and she is already afraid because the countdown to his leaving has begun.
She says, Wait mister, when she feels his body turning indifferent. She says, Wait, finish me off with your fingers.
I thought you came, he says, out of breath.
Not all the way.
He puts one finger inside her and plucks at her slowly. Then he slips another one in and she moans.
This goes on for minutes and she is almost there but can’t quite get there because she knows the second she does he will leave. When the French called the orgasm la petite mort they meant a happy little death, a satisfied death; this is not that. This is a fearful death. Every time could be the last time she will ever feel this way.
Woman, you’re gonna wear me out!
She knows he’s restless, that he feels confined in tight spaces. She says, Go on, go. I’ll finish myself off. Get out.
He says, Hang on a sec, I gotta pee, and he goes outside and pisses into the clearing and then he gets on the phone and she can hear through the steamy windows of the Suburban that he is on the phone with a man and not a woman and thank God for that, but still. Then she starts to finger herself but feels silly doing that in the car alone. He’s not even watching her through the window. So she puts her clothes back on and gets out and sits on the hood of the car and lights up an American Spirit from the pack that she bought for him.
When he gets off the phone he walks over to her and puts his strong hands on her knees and says, Hey, Kid, I’ll call you.
I know you will, she says, looking at the branches at the edge of the clearing.
He starts to turn away and she says, Hey, hey. You want this pack of smokes? They’re too strong for me anyhow.
Sure, thanks, Kid.
That’ll be six bucks.
He gets his wallet out of his pants, takes out a five and a single.