“Your turn.” I pointed at his pants.
His face clearly showed his disappointment of having to wait the two seconds it took to get him naked.
Once his pants, shoes, and socks joined mine, he draped himself over my lower half. His face at my pussy, his arms braced across my thighs and bent so he could run his hands over my breasts.
I kept my thighs open wide so he could get access exactly where I wanted. “Are you done teasing me yet?” I complained.
He slid the flat of his tongue from my opening to my clit in answer. Fuck me. “Haha, very funny.”
He lifted his head, wiped his face, and gazed up the line of my body. He was beautiful, disheveled, bruised lips, and pink cheeks.
“Please,” I whispered. I couldn’t wait anymore.
He twisted on his knees, drew his pants into the light, and fished out a shiny wrapped condom from their depths.
I watched him best I could. Soon, too soon, I’d be locked away. A memory like this might sustain me until I see daylight again.
“What is it?” he said, above me now. His cock butting against my pubic bone.
“Nothing.” I forced a smile.
“You looked sad for a second. Are you sure you want to do this?”
I rolled my eyes, reached between us, and guided him to my opening. Why the hell did doctors always want to talk talk talk? Would yelling ‘get inside me’ be enough of a hint?
“I take that as a yes,” he murmured. He gave me one long, lingering look and drove into me. I’d seen and held the girth of him, but stretching, filling me, it took me a moment to acclimate.
Must be routine since he didn’t move, waiting, scanning my features. “I’m good,” I whispered, trying to reassure him.
He ducked his head, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. At the same time, he arched his hips back and forward again. The leather under us creaked, and my body slid easily, already pooling with sweat.
I anchored my hands on his shoulders and held on. He seemed to unleash his restraints and took me hard and fast, just how I liked it.
He kissed, licked, sucked on my chin, my neck, my collarbone. He left no part of my chest untouched by his mouth. As his tempo picked up, my orgasm loomed, and I dug my nails into his skin, urging him on.
“Are you close?” he asked.
“Keep going.”
He obeyed and didn’t miss a beat. My end sparked inside me, once, and I let it go, holding tight to him. He continued harder and faster now. And when I dropped to the slick seat, uncoiling my tight muscles, he whispered, “Good.” and unleashed. He pounded into me, and I reached out to the seats, seeking an anchor until he groaned loud and long then stopped.
The world stopped with him. Time stopped with him. I couldn’t help but think if I stayed right here with him, nothing could reach us. Then his knee slid off the seat, and he cracked his head against the window.
I surged up and reached out to him without thinking. I cradled his head against my belly and inspected it. Nothing. Not a hard hit, thankfully.
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. “I’d let you nurse me anytime.”
I groaned at his mention of nurses and released him. With my phone light, I located my scattered clothing. The layer of condensation on the windows obscured the minimal light from the outside.
Attuned to my change in mood, no doubt, he started piling my clothes on the seat by my hip. I dressed quickly.
“It’s like that, is it,” he said, his pants only up to his knees.
“It’s not like anything. I have somewhere to be early. Besides, we both knew this was a quick fuck. Fun. Nothing more.”
His jaw tightened as he finished dressing, faster now.
I stalled his hand on the door handle. “Look, I’m not saying I didn’t have a good time. But it’s not like you’re going to take someone like me home to meet the parents. You don’t even know anything about me.”
