“Hey! Remember what I said about hands on my shoulders at all times,” Kirk said.
She moaned as he licked, sucked and nibbled her nipple and breast. The pleasure lured her, seduced her and made her realize what a bastard her husband had been. This petting session with Kirk left their best sex in the dust.
“Is she wet?” Stig demanded. “Touch yourself, honey pie. Slide your fingers into your pussy and gather some of that sweet cream for me to taste. Please?”
Fiona blushed again but obeyed before he’d finished speaking. Kirk helped her to maneuver her leggings and panties lower.
“Let me first,” he whispered. “I need a reward for all my hard work.”
His finger slid over her mound and between her pussy lips. Fiona quivered, thanking her stars she’d taken the time to book a waxing appointment along with her manicure and pedicure before she left Boston.
“Aw, bro. She’s smooth and silky down here too.”
“But is she wet?” Stig sounded a hairsbreadth from cranky.
Kirk’s finger slid lower to stroke her clit. Oh, the man had skills. He kept the pressure light, rubbing carefully as if he wanted to learn her preferences.
“Slide your finger down beside mine,” Kirk ordered. “Before Grumpy Pants over there drives us into a ditch.”
Fiona followed his order, her heart beating faster as her pinkie contacted his. Was she wet? Hell yeah. No need for lube today. She gathered juices on her finger, dragging her digit back and forth across her entrance to ensure maximum wetness.
“I’m ready,” she said to Stig.
“Put your finger in my mouth. Your night vision is poor,” he chided as she hit his cheek before correcting to find his hungry mouth.
He sucked on her digit, and her breath caught as his tongue swiped over her fingertip. At the same time, Kirk rubbed her nub and somehow, slid a finger into her pussy. She groaned and her hand returned to Kirk’s broad shoulder. The beginnings of her climax ignited like a spark. A tiny tingle teased to prominence with Kirk’s talented fingers and she let out a moan that rippled through the cab. Seconds later, she detonated, shattering, her sheath gripping Kirk’s fingers with rhythmic contractions.
“Aw, Runt. You should see her face when she comes. She’s all flushed and pretty. So sexy.” He righted her clothes as he spoke and returned her boneless body to the seat between them. “Are you going to let us fuck you when we get to Churchill? It would be more of the same. So much pleasure you’ll purr like a kitten.”
Stig sniggered. “Bigheaded much?”
“I made her come. Tell me you don’t want more of the same, darlin’.” The man sounded arrogant as hell, yet his charm radiated through his bluster.
Fiona smiled into the darkness. The man walked the talk. He’d delivered. “I might be persuaded.” Her adventurous self shouted,bring it!She could deal with more orgasms like that. A yawn escaped and Kirk wrapped his arm around her shoulders again.
“Sleep if you can. You’ll need it.”
Stig snorted. “You’re such a bighead.”
“Once you get to touch Fiona, you’ll understand. She’s the stuff of inspiration. My hard-on is painful.
Fiona wondered if she should do something about that, then the road deteriorated into a stretch of ruts that seemed to go on for miles.
She must’ve fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes again, daylight had driven away the dark. A fickle sun attempted to pierce the clouds while a winter wonderland greeted her in every direction she turned. “It’s so pretty,” she murmured. Flat. Not many trees, but enough to break the monotony of endless land.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty wakes,” Kirk said.
“How long did I sleep?”
“A few hours,” Stig replied. “Despite the storm, we’ve made excellent time. We should meet Arve and Josef soon. If we continue this way, we’ll roll into Churchill late tonight.”
“Are you hungry?” Stig asked.
Fiona considered. “Thirsty.”
“There’s only water. Will that do?” Kirk asked. “Runt and I seldom bother with food until we hit home.”
“I’ve got snacks in my day pack,” Fiona offered.
