“Fuck me,” I mumbled when one of the straps of her ivory bra slipped down her shoulder.
Rina pressed her teeth over her lower lip and moved her hips back and forth, urging me to continue.
I pushed against my seat so that I could lean back a bit, and then began sliding my finger in and out of her.
She gasped again, and pressed her left palm against the van’s ceiling as she rocked in time with my digit.
“Rina.” I used my free hand to push down her bra, and groaned when her tits moved in time with her hips.
I sat up and started tracing my lips over the side of her neck, up to her jaw, then down to her collarbone, lower, and lower, and finally took one of her dark nipples into my mouth.
Rina fisted my hair as I sucked hard, pulled, and released her nipple before moving onto the other. And then, to my utter joy, she moaned out loud. This one, however, was hoarse. Desperate.
My cock hardened further, and I slipped a second finger inside her before running the pad of my thumb over her clit.
She moaned again – so fucking beautifully that I all but lost what little control I had over my impulses. Our eyes met, and she smiled before leaning in and kissing me again.
Mouths clashed, tongues touched.
A graze of teeth here, and a quick bite there.
A grunt from me, and a gasp from her.
It was a method, our passion – an increasingly volatile regime of give-and-take.
I pulled her closer and began finger-fucking her faster, which made her hiss.
“I wanna see you come undone, Rina,” I told her. “Show me how you singe with desire.”
She shuddered faintly, and then clenched herself around my fingers. Her lips parted, her lids hooded, and then, she gave me an urgent, almost bruising kiss as she came all over my hand.
I was mesmerized by her brief submission, completely intoxicated by her heat, smell, and satiating taste.
She let out a soft sigh as I pulled my fingers out of her and wiped them with the tissues near the dash. She then nuzzled her nose against the side of my neck and started dragging a hand down to my belt before tugging at it roughly.
I turned my face to hers. “I don’t have a condom,” I said with a frown. “Unless…well, unless you’re on a pill…”
She moved back so abruptly that her forehead banged against my nostrils.
“Jesus.” I pinched my nose and grimaced at the dotting pain.
Rina huffed and fixed her bra, and then began signing something so quickly and furiously that I had to blink several times just to get a grip on my eyesight.
“Just because I’ve been learning Sign, doesn’t mean I’m ready for hand-to-hand combat,” I told her. “Can you slow down a bit, please?”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her notebook and pen.
I said: HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE A CONDOM?
I read, and then reread the words before looking at her. “Why did you write that in caps?”
She stared at me with no expression on her face.
“To answer yourpolitelyasked question: Ididhave condoms, but they expired. May they rest in peace.” I shook my head infeigned sympathy. “I just didn’t get around to buying new ones when I started working here. Tight schedule and all, y’know.”
She put her tongue to her cheek and glared at me.
I cleared my throat. “Also, there’s a sign forcondom?” I asked. “I, umm, I didn’t know that.”
