can see it with my eyes closed. Your pussy, however … I’m afraid I need a little more experience.” I lick my lips, feeling my skin buzz with power. “Show me.”
She looks away, eyes on the cars ahead. Then she slowly slides her hands up her inner thighs, pushing her dress up until her pussy is bare for me to see, the sun coming through the windshield and hitting it just right.
My god.
I grip the steering wheel, bringing my eyes to the road as we handle another turn.
“Play with yourself,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with want. Traffic starts to get heavy coming toward us, so I keep my attention focused straight ahead for a few moments, until we turn around a bend and the blue expanse of the sea appears again, sailboats bobbing in the distance.
But the view does nothing for me.
I look to Grace, and to my surprise, she’s leaning her seat back, her legs spread wide, the fingers of her right hand sliding up and down over her clit.
I didn’t think she’d do it, but now that she is, I realize what a mistake this is. This is pure torture, having to watch her do this and not have her myself, and I’m most likely going to drive this car right off a cliff.
I clear my throat. “Okay, you can stop,” I tell her. “This isn’t fair.”
“It was your idea,” she says. She opens her legs wider now and starts inserting her fingers inside. The sound is wet and lewd inside the car, her fingers shining. Her head rolls back against the seat and she lets out a low moan that I feel in the marrow of my bones.
I’m dead.
I tear my eyes away from her, my breath coming harsh now, while my cock is straining against the fly of my pants, growing tighter, bigger, and begging for attention. Heat courses through my veins, the temperature rising with each passing second.
“Oh,” she moans.
My eyes pinch shut for a moment, opening in time to take another curve.
I steal a glance at her again, watching as she fucks herself with her fingers, the sight, the sound, her wet and open mouth, all of it about to make my heart explode.
“I’m so close,” she says breathlessly, dragging out each word. I don’t care if she’s putting on a show or not, it’s dangerously hot all the same.
“Fuck it,” I growl.
I see a sliver of space on the side of the road, right below a rough cliffside of rosemary, and I yank the car over, slamming on the brakes. A cloud of dust rises up around the car, as other vehicles whiz past us, probably wondering why I would make such a harsh landing with a vintage Ferrari.
Because of Grace Harper, that’s why.
“Claudio,” she says, looking around.
I waste no time. I reach over and quickly unbuckle her seatbelt, then do the same to mine. Then I unzip my pants, my hand taking a firm hold of my cock as I pull it out, thick and hot in my grasp.
“Take off those sunglasses and come over here,” I tell her, slamming my seat back to give her more room. “I can’t stand another minute of this.”
She’s twisted in her seat to face me, but she doesn’t move. Her mouth is open in shock. I reach out and take her sunglasses off her face, tossing them into the back seat.
Her wide blue eyes stare at me.
“Claudio,” she says in a hush, eyes darting from me to the road. “We can’t … people can see.”
“Fuck them,” I growl. “And fuck me before I lose my damn mind.” My smile is lazy but quick, fueled by this intense need to screw here right here, right now. I reach over and grab her hips, picking her up, and she easily slides across the low, smooth console, onto my lap, my cock stiff and ready for her.
“B-but we…” she says, her voice so small, unsure, and yet catching with her own lust.
“You don’t think they haven’t seen someone fuck in a Ferrari before? Bella, this is Italy,” I tell her, wrapping my fingers around her waist and lifting her up so that the tip of my cock is pressed against her, already so wet and willing.
But I wait, letting her control how she wants to ride me. If It were up to me, I would fucking impale her with my cock right now, pull down her dress so that her tits bounce freely for all the