We were running too fast for me to get a look at her, but I can only hope that she wasn’t too heated that I lied to her about Jon and me.
“We can come back for your car later,” Jon says as he opens my door for me and rushes around to the driver’s side.
His movements seem more frenzied than mine. Maybe he’s been reeling as much as I have about this entire day.
He climbs in and tosses his briefcase into the backseat, and his keys hit the ignition before he looks over at me, his breathing quickened from running and the emotions of the crazy day. He starts the car to get the heat going, but his gaze doesn’t leave me.
We stare at each other silently for a few moments, but I don’t think I can make it to his apartment. Being pregnant doesn’t only heighten emotions, but it has nearly tripled my sex drive, which I didn’t think was even possible.
He grabs my face frantically and our lips crash together, meeting in the middle as emotions spew from us in the heat of the moment.
Dropping my bag and coat to the floor, I climb over the middle console and straddle him in the driver’s seat.
I hope everyone has already left the parking garage, or they will be getting a show they didn’t ask for.
30
JONATHAN
Her skin is so soft,I think to myself as her tongue wrestles with mine and my hands rest on the skin of her thighs.
Truth be told, I was counting down the minutes until we left the office. I couldn’t wait to have some alone time with her.
It surprises me that she didn’t want to wait until we got to my penthouse before leaping on me. While sitting in the quiet parking garage right outside of my company, my only worry is that her family just left before we did.
Could they still be here? If so, they won’t be happy to see what’s happening in my car.
“Should we wait until we know everyone left?” I ask as I pull away from her.
She sighs as if she’s going to agree, and then her eyes lock onto mine again. “Screw it,” she says in a rushed tone before finding my lips again. I’ll never complain about her throwing herself at me, no matter where we may be.
Lizzy tries to undo the buttons on her white shirt, but they are giving her a hard time.
Without thinking of the aftermath, I grab her shirt on either side and pull roughly, sending the popped-off buttons spewing all over the interior.
As I free her of the tightness of her shirt, she moans, allowing the shirt to drape off her shoulders. I stop for a moment to appreciate how much of a goddess she is half naked with her tight bun disheveled as she attempts to devour me in the car.
“What?” she asks with erratic breaths.
“Nothing. You are just so perfect.” Rolling her eyes sarcastically, the same look that drives me wild, she grabs the back of my neck once more and my hands begin to wander.
I feel her bra and yank it down, revealing her supple breasts and I massage them softly, every so often running my thumbs over her nipples.
The sensation causes them to harden, and I dip my head down to take one into my mouth. She leans back slightly, and her ass hits off the steering wheel, causing the horn to sound. We both jump before laughing loudly.
The last thing we wanted was to draw attention to ourselves, but so be it. Right now, the only thing that matters to me is the woman I love sitting on my lap. I reach down, quickly unfastening my pants and lift to pull them down.
Normally, I prefer to start things slow and make sure she is fully satisfied before jumping straight to the point, but my body screams to feel her wrapped around my already throbbing erection.
As it springs out of my briefs, I drop back down on the seat of the car, and she lowers herself onto me. I groan as I feel her tightness slowly taking every inch. She lifts up again, and lowers.
Repeating this motion, my hands find her ass and I grip tightly, helping her lift and lower herself again and again. “I’ve been thinking about this since the meeting,” she moans under her breath. “You feel so good.”
There’s a whimper to her tone that drives me absolutely wild, and my goal is to feel her dripping onto my legs by the time we finish. I remove my hands from her bottom and grip the middle console and the inside of the door before thrusting upward into her with a quickened motion.
This move causes her head to fall back and press against the windshield. “Jon…” she cries out, and I keep the motion, knowing that with her heightened senses, it wouldn’t be long before she’s gushing.
My only wish is that we had more room to move around. As if reading my mind, Lizzy reaches over to the seat controls on the door panel and lowers me down to give us both more room.
