I shook my head, smiling coyly.
His eyes lapped my body a few times before he opened his mouth and said, “Pull over someplace quiet and grab something to eat, Juan.”
The taxi driver – Juan, I guessed – pulled over in a nearly empty parking lot and did exactly as he was told. Jeesh, the guy must have been paid well to follow these kind of bizarre instructions. He turned the engine off and stepped out in the rain. He left us alone in the darkness, with nothing but the sound of our breaths and the pounding of rain on the roof of the car.
Ben kissed me softly as he moved me off of him. He settled my back against the passenger door and hiked my dress up.
“You really haven’t done it in a car?” he asked me with this strange desperation in his voice.
“No,” I answered.
His deft hands slid up my legs, slowly feeling every inch of my skin on their ascent. He pulled away from me, and I could only just see his face in the darkness as he stared hard at me, searching for some kind of answer I wasn’t sure I was giving.
He spread my legs, trapping one against the passenger door.
“What do you want?” he said inaudibly.
“For you to touch me,” I told him. I shook before him, that need of mine so high I could hardly contain it.
He grazed his fingers along my inner thigh and slowly circled around my core, bordering it, but never touching it. I moaned in frustration.
“Touch me there,” I told him.
“What’s ‘there’?” he asked, a wicked smile forming.
I felt vulnerable with one leg pressed against the door, wide open for him. He was so calm and in control, and I was pretty certain I was the culprit steaming up the windows with my raggedy breaths.
“You know where,” I said to him.
“No, I think you need to be specific. What do you want me to touch?”
My cheeks flushed as I whispered, “My pussy.”
He must have felt victorious. The smile on his face screamed it, and I might have been bothered by his ego in a different situation, but I was too horny to mind.
Ben’s fingers grazed me where I needed him the most, and though the sensation was brief and light as a feather, it was enough to stroke my need. I moaned and shut my eyes, wishing he’d do it again.
“What do you want?” he asked me intensely.
“I want you to make me feel good,” I breathlessly answered.
He let go of my leg, but I kept it in place. I didn’t know how it was possible given the cold temperature, but he was so warm against my freezing flesh, and the contrast was mind blowing. His finger edged around my entrance where he rubbed my wetness through my folds and around my clit, giving me more unimaginably good strokes. Then he eased his finger inside of me, and my head dropped back, hitting the window as I faced the ceiling of the car.
He moved in and out, his thumb working over my clit every time he retreated. He pushed in as far as his finger would take him and then skimmed my walls as he edged back out again, making me quiver and moan brazenly. I didn’t care how loud I was. I was so caught up in his movements, in the way he was making me feel – all I could do was feel.
He pulled out of me entirely. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
I parted my lips and he pushed his finger right in. “Now suck,” he said in a harder voice. “Suck every lost drop.”
Holy fuck.
I closed my mouth around his finger and sucked on it. At the same time, I heard him shuffle around in his seat, but I was too caught up to bother opening my eyes. I felt heat nearing my core again, and when the feeling of wetness brushed my folds, I jumped in my seat and opened my eyes.
His upper body was folded over, his head in between my legs, his mouth lapping at my folds with that experienced tongue that seemed to hit all the right spots. His hand dropped from my face and he used it to keep me still. I wormed my fingers into his hair, tugging on it harshly as he continued to taste me.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned, sagging further back against the door, uncaring about the discomfort. “Please, don’t stop.”
I grinded myself against his mouth, shaking in delight as he sucked and teased. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Please,” I continued, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. “Don’t stop.”
But he did!
Un-fucking-believable!
“What? Why…?” I was lost for words.
He settled back into the seat beside me and worked on unbuckling his belt. “Because you’re going to come with me,” he said. “Now come here.”
I moved to him and he gripped me around the waist and helped me climb into his lap, legs parted on either side of him. He balled my wet hair and into his fist and brought me down to his mouth, kissing me as he pulled my dress up until it was sitting around my waist.
He pushed my panties aside and rubbed the head of his cock against me. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed them tightly and lowered me over him. My walls immediately hugged all of his thickness. I took him as far inside of me I could and we stilled when he reached the end of me.
We didn’t move for a long moment. I looked down at him, into his beautiful grey eyes. I was seeking a connection. I didn’t want to bounce my way into physical release. I needed to connect with him, the way I did the first time he took me. That had been the greatest release of all, seeing the ecstasy in his eyes, watching him lose himself in me.
He was still drenched from the rain. He should have been cold. He should have been uncomfortable to be flushed up against. But he was perfect. Everything about this moment was perfect.
“Are you aware of how beautiful you are to me?” he whispered.
My heart accelerated. “I’m starting to get the gist.”
His hand roamed me quickly, squeezing a breast before trailing his fingers along my collar bone. “Everything about you feels right.”
My throat was too thick for words, so I dipped my head and kissed him.
“Use me,” he urged. “Think of yourself first, and just use me.”
I gripped him tightly and began to move. We groaned together, moulding into one. Wave after wave of euphoria. Thrust after thrust of taking him in as deep as he could go. Our breaths were frantic. Our chests moved rapidly. And I kissed him with all that I had in me.
Take all of me, my body said. I’m all yours.
I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and angled his head up to me as I moved faster. His hands dug into my hips painfully, meeting me thrust for thrust.