Before I could think better, Sara’s long, slender fingers wrapped around my aching cock. “Fuuuuck.” I rasped, nearly losing it at the sight of her looming over it with such an eager and determined look on her face.
Fuck me.
My girlfriend.
Sara was my fucking girlfriend.
Who had decided to let me win the lottery?
Control snapped.
In one deft move, I hoisted her up on the dash—the dash I’d had custom made just for this, because right now, I fucking loved being rich. “It’s cute that you think you get to call the shots.” I murmured as she wrestled me for the upper hand.
“Hey, I was in the middle of something.” She giggled with a grunt.
“So was I.” Something primal in me sparked to life as I tipped her back, laid her out under the big blue beautiful sky and pinned both her hands above her head.
She looked up at me, eyes flared with need. “No fair.” She whimpered breathlessly.
“You’re just going to have to wait your turn, sweetheart.” I hummed, feeling very greedy. It was a tight fit, but I stood between her legs as I leaned over and kissed the exposed curve of her soft breasts with a lusty grin. “How much do you like this shirt?”
She was breathless and swishy as she started to ramble shyly. “A regular amount? I don’t know? It’s just one of my lounge shirts?—”
“Great answer. Perfect Answer.” I breathlessly slid my fingers into the collar, and her eyes blew wide with understanding.
I couldn’t help but give her a panty-melting wink just before I ripped the soft material straight down the middle. “Carter.” Sara protested with a needy gasp, sounding anything but mad, as her hips bucked up, and I anchored her against the dash with a thrust of my own.
“That was in the way.” I explained, eyes nearly rolling back in my head as I drank in the delicate red lace that was encasing both her perfect tits. I wondered if she always wore lingerie like this, or if it was just for me. Using my index finger, I tugged the soft material down, letting one breast spill over the top. “So was that.” Irasped, dusting my thumb over her nipple, watching it tighten for me.
In broad daylight, I could see every mouthwatering inch of her, and I honestly couldn’t get enough. “God, Sara, you’re so beautiful.” I admitted, hearing how my voice had turned rough as I leaned down to drag my tongue across a pebbled peak.
She arched into my mouth with satisfying need as I flicked my tongue over her slowly, and then I moved to the other side. She was like a gourmet meal, and I was just getting started.
“I missed you.” She murmured, hands tangled in my hair, no doubt staring into the endless sky above her—I loved sharing this with her, this slice of freedom, this slice ofme.
All of it felt so right. “I know, sweet girl. I missed you too.” And as much as I loved the sky, I was entirely mesmerized by the two soft peaks in front of me.
“Carter, I want you.” My eyes dragged up to her pleading ones. “Ineedyou.”
I read the urgency in her voice. I was leaving. All we had was this weekend, and then—I couldn’t think like that. Wouldn’t. “Not going to lie. Those words sound pretty damn good coming out of your mouth.” I mused lazily, despite the anxiety lodged in my chest, “I wonder what else would sound good coming out of your mouth?” I trailed a finger across her waistband, watching her reaction as she sucked in a hard breath. Fuck, I loved the way she went so soft and needy for me.
I lowered my mouth to her stomach, swearing she actually tasted like strawberries as I tasted every available inch of skin between her waistband and belly button.
Mine to taste, mine to worship, mine to devour.
She whimpered as I moved lower, chest heaving with every panting breath. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I imagined it’d sound like when I kissed you here.” I purred, eating up all her little sounds.
Using my teeth, I dragged her waistband lower, leaving another kiss on her too soft skin as her fingerstightened in my hair. “Carter?” Her breathy voice was slightly uncertain, the look in her eyes reminding me exactly why we needed to take things slow. Not just for me, but for her.
I leaned my forearm on the dash next to her, while I traced her stomach with the pads of my fingers, just gazing at her, mesmerized, waiting. “Yes, pretty girl?”
“Never mind.”She quickly rasped.
I stopped tracing. “Sara.” I slid my hand up the center of her and gently gripped her throat, tilting her face towards me. “Talk to me.” I pleaded with a puppy-dog pout that earned me a soft laugh. “You can tell me anything.”
She sighed. “Why do I believe you when you look like that?”
“Because it’s true.” I waited quietly all the while, admiring how beautiful she was. Rosy-cheeked, encased in a halo of long goddess-like curls. I didn’t deserve her.
