She throws her head back as the tips of my fingers stroke her clit. She reaches between us and grips my wrist, holding me steady, showing me exactly what she wants and needs.
I circle her wet flesh once, twice, and on the third time she cries out, working her hips as the orgasm she’s been craving rushes over her.
I watch every second of it, taking it all in, letting it surprise me.
I didn’t expect her to abandon herself to her pleasure, but she does, and it’s beautiful. Her eyes are closed, her back against the steering wheel as she writhes.
I grow greedy, wanting more. I cup her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple while I work my fingers, sliding them inside her tight, wet heat. I press my palm to her clit, circling while I fuck her with my fingers, my jaw hard as I turn relentless.
Her nails dig into my skin.
“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for me again.”
This seems to spur her on, and since I need something else to do with my mouth besides kiss her, I start talking, never letting up.
Thrusting and circling, I have the urge to smack her pussy, right over the clit, but I’ve caught a rhythm she seems to be lost in, and I don’t want to ruin it.
Another time.The thought slips into my mind, and I push it away. This will be theonlytime. It has to be.
I’m going to make it count, within reason. I can salvage the aftermath of this, I’m sure of it. I’m arrogant in my confidence that it won’t have any lasting repercussions. Just like I always am.
My voice is harsh. “Work that greedy little cunt.”
Her eyes fly open and lock on mine.
“Do it.” The command is like gravel in my throat.
Her hips press harder.
I nod. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers like your life depends on it.”
She’s practically pooling into my hand now, soaking me.
My cock aches. I’m going to need a lot of cold showers after this, but fuck, if it’s not worth it.
“Play with your tits.” My baser instincts rush over me.
She leans back and cups her breasts.
I thrust my fingers harder as she circles her nipples.
“Look at you.”
She moans, “More.”
“Such a slut for me.” I grit through the words, and just like that she’s flung over the edge, crying out as she comes on my fingers, gripping me tight, milking me.
I work my hand until the last of her contractions fade away and she collapses against my chest, heaving in great deep breaths.
I stroke her hair as she melts into me. I brush my lips over her temple. “Feel better?”
She nods, still panting.
“Cat.”
“Yes.” Her voice is sleepy now, heavy and full.
“Tomorrow, when the embarrassment sinks in, I want you to remember something.” I still, gentle now as I cup her pussy.