She shakes her head, shyly avoiding my eyes. “Since yesterday.” Her hand flattens against my chest and she pushes back, pressing me against the seat, putting space between us again so she can work at my slacks. “This is my fantasy.”
“Is it?”
She nods, keeping her attention lowered.
“Just like this. When I finger myself this is usually what I’m thinking about.”
My chest heaves.
Jesus Christ.
The scratch of my zipper sounds, then her warm hand is wrapping around my shaft and pulling me free. She pumps my erection, squeezing in slow, leisurely jerks.
I grit my teeth. My thighs tense beneath her.
“God, Mia. How do you want this? What happens in this fantasy, Angel? Tell me.”
I’m hoping this involves me restraining her in some way. The use of my cuffs. We’ve played like that before and every time Mia is perfect in her submission. Trusting, willing to take what I give her and so fucking wet I can put my mouth on her pussy and drink from it. But sweet holy fuck, I’m so turned on right now I might agree to anything. If she wants to run this, to take her pleasure from me and use my body to get off, so be it.
I’m hers.
“You’re just like this,” she whispers. “Fully clothed with your cock out. I ride you until we both come.”
She inches closer and positions me between her legs.
No panties.
I groan when I feel the soft, plump skin against my shaft.
“Baby.”
“You’re so hard,” she moans. “God, Ben. Always. I always want this. Do you know? I think about touching you and being with you like this all the time. It’s constant. I . . . think there’s something wrong with me.”
She bends and kisses me, dragging her teeth across my lip, dipping her tongue into my mouth as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock.
Lower.
Lower.
Fuck. Let me die here.
Pleasure ripples through her body. Through mine. That moment of our joining gripping me low in my belly, sending slivers of warmth up my spine and prickling in my scalp.
I brush her wet hair back away from her face and watch her move up and down on my dick, stretching herself wider and wider. Her desire coating my length and trickling over my balls.
“Nothing wrong with you, Angel. I’m the same way.” I thrust my hips a little and she gasps. Her head rolls to the side. “I ache for you. Want you so bad I can’t fucking breathe.”
“Will it always be like this?”
Like this—wild and vital. More than a necessity to me.
I grab her face and kiss her hard, sucking a little on her tongue. “What do you think?”
She nods, whimpering a quiet “yes” into my mouth, then leaning back to gaze at me and tugging the ends of my hair. “I ache for you too.”
My response, a hoarse “good” gets caught in my throat as I watch Mia subtly rock her hips, her hands moving to my shoulders and seeking anchor there.
She alternates between grinding in my lap and bending forward so she can bounce on my dick, pressing her lips to my ear and whispering my name, telling me to fuck her.
I squeeze her ass and slam her down on my thighs.
Her moans grow louder, echoing against the glass.
“God, listen to you. Hear how wet you are?”
She whimpers, arching her back. “I need this.”
“Take it. Christ, take everything, Mia.”
Her wide, unsure eyes focus on mine. She blinks.
“Take it,” I say again. I move my hands to her hips, holding them gently, dropping my head against the seat and giving her my body to use.
“Come on, baby. Ride my dick.”
She smiles a little, biting at her lip, her dark hair concealing half of her face.
I watch in amazement, in pure lust-driven wonder as Mia moves in my lap, pumping her hips and circling them, reaching back to hold onto my legs as she slides up and down my thick shaft.
Rain taps steadily against the windows, the light slipping into the car moving over Mia’s body and shadowing in the slope of her neck. Sex clings to the air, that unmistakable scent of Mia’s arousal filling my nose and lungs, making my dick swell inside her tight, wet heat, making it near impossible not to lose my fucking mind.
Water drips from the ends of her hair onto her skin. I watch a drop disappear between her breasts. My mouth chases after it, my tongue licking and tasting her cleavage like a man starved for drink.
“Ben,” she moans.
“You’re soaked.” I thumb her nipple through her lingerie. “And the way you’re gripping my cock, trying to milk me . . . Fuck, Mia. You’re making it real hard not to come, baby.”
“Don’t. Not yet. There’s something else that happens in my fantasy,” she says, sounding urgent, reaching to my hip and tugging my cuffs out of the case attached to my belt. She holds them between us, letting them dangle from her finger. “Put them on me?”
I growl, fighting the urge to climax at the sound of her request, plucking the cuffs off her finger and gathering her arms behind her back.
She inhales sharply.
I bite and suck on her neck, securing the metal to her wrists at the same time as asking, “Like this?” and then it’s me taking her, grabbing her hips and holding her still while I thrust away from the seat, while I pound into my woman and give her every fucking inch of my cock.
“Oh, God,” she cries. “My breasts. Please.”
“Fuck,” I groan. Sweat beads on my brow. “You want my mouth?”