passing cars to see. She’s all mine, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to show her off.
It takes all my strength to hold it together, my fingertips pressing tighter into her soft skin until I’m sure I’m leaving a mark.
She bites her lip, and I see the lust spread across her face and chest in flashes of delicate pink, like she’s been dusted with rose petals. Her eyes keep looking to the road. While I find the idea of people watching us to be exciting, her natural bashfulness is coming through, and I can tell when her mind is about to run away on her.
“Hold on,” I tell her. I reach over and flip open the console, taking out a silk scarf I use to wipe down the dash with. I give the black fabric a shake and then reach up, placing it against her eyes. “Remember what we did before?” I ask her. “Block it all out. Focus on me. On your pleasure.”
She gives me a slight nod, her lower lip getting a real workout as she worries it between her teeth. I tie the scarf behind her head.
“There,” I whisper. “There’s nothing else but me.”
She exhales and then grabs my cock, making my eyes roll back in my head.
I relax against the seat, and she slowly, carefully lowers herself onto me.
Fuck. Me.
She’s so wet and needy, it’s easy to slide into her. I have to temper my impatience and try to go slow, not only so I don’t hurt her, but because I know if I just let myself do what I wanted, I’d be coming in less than a minute.
Not that we have all the time in the world. It might be risqué to have sex in a parked car beside a busy road, but it’s also probably illegal.
“Oh god,” she whispers, placing her hands on my shoulders to brace herself.
“Does that feel good?” I murmur, my voice rough and desperate. “Tell me it feels good.”
“Yes.” She breaks off into a gasp as she pushes herself down onto my shaft, harder this time. “Oh god, yes.”
I want to slide into her one sweet beautiful inch at a time, but I don’t think that’s in the cards today. Instead I start thrusting upward, stiff, thick jabs that make her gasp for air, my hands going around her ass, nails digging in. We reach a sort of unity together, our rhythm matching each other as she bucks her hips into me, leaning back.
“I’m close,” she manages to say, breaking off into a muffled cry.
I stick my thumb in my mouth, wetting it, then slide it down between us, over her clit, rubbing hard and fast.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her neck and back arched, her grip on my shoulders becoming vise-like. I watch the tremor pass through her, and even beneath the blindfold I can tell her eyes are pinched shut with exertion. Her pussy wraps tight around me, setting me off.
I let myself go, coming with a thundering groan. Her rhythm slows, and I feel like … I don’t even know. I’m tired, panting, coming down from the highest of highs.
A big truck roars past the car, making us shake, bringing me back to reality, that we’re parked on the side of the road, on the way to meet my parents.
I push that all away.
I don’t want to lose this feeling.
I cup her face in my hands, and I kiss her. I kiss her hard and sweet, and there are too many emotions rolling through me to make sense of them, but kissing her makes the most sense of all.
“I guess this isn’t the first time you’ve had sex in here,” she says against my lips. “This car is a chick magnet.”
There’s so much vulnerability in her voice that it breaks my heart. I reach out and take off the blindfold until she’s blinking shyly at me.
“I’ve never had sex in this car before,” I admit, adjusting myself, totally aware that I’m still inside her. I don’t want to pull out, not yet. “You’re the first one.”
“Right.”
“Musa,” I whisper to her, kissing her again. I pull back, searching her eyes, feeling everything inside threatening to spill over. “I want you. I want this. Always. Not just for now. I want so much from you that I’m afraid to ask … I don’t even think I’m worthy of asking.”
She swallows, staring right back at me, her eyes bright and glassy. They don’t look fearful at all. “What do you