My throat is dry. She raises her eyebrows.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “This one.”
She leans over, giving me a tortuously quick view down the front of her dress, and kisses me. Headlights reflect in my rearview mirror, and I take the turn as Brie snakes her hand into my underwear to free my cock.
“Oh fucking fuck,” I curse under my breath.
“Eyes on the road,” She flicks the buttons on my flannel. When it falls open, she takes in a sharp breath. “Oh my god.”
A bubble of pride expands in my chest that I can inspire such reverence in her voice, but I keep my voice even, borderline dry. “You’ve seen me fully naked before, Brie.”
“Not in weeks,” she says. “You’re perfect.”
My breath hitches. She reaches for me, but I circle her wrist with my fingers.
“Not while I’m driving,” I tell her in as stern a voice as I can muster. “Eyes on the road, remember?”
“What do you expect me to do, then?” she pouts.
“Whatever you need to, but I’m not getting in a wreck with my dick out.”
“Okay,” she says, and a prickle of suspicion climbs up my spine as I approach the first stoplight into Blue Ridge. That was too easy.
The instant I pull stop at the red light, she twists her body over the center console.
“You aren’t driving right this second,” she says.
Her lips brush my slit with a kiss. She twirls her tongue around the head of my cock before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently.
“Brie—”
I put my hand on her back, but can’t speak. She hums around my crown and folds her knees beneath her on the seat. I mold my hand over her perfect ass.
The light turns green. As before, a car approaches from behind. I lift her off me, kiss her, sucking her lower lip into my mouth, then drive.
Before we get to the next light, the car behind us makes a turn. My cock twitches in anticipation of her warm mouth.
I stop at the red. She leans over and takes my entire length into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. I groan loud, reaching for her ass again, giving her a playful spank before sliding my hand down to dip into her heat.
“So wet.” It’s a growl.
Not wanting to waste any time, I move her panties tothe side and pet her clit. I watch as her head bobs. I wrap her hair around my free hand to catch a glimpse of her pretty face.
“Beautiful,” I grunt. “You’re beautiful.”
I slip two fingers into her entrance, caressing her sweet spot, matching her rhythm. Her moans vibrate through me.
There are no other cars on the street. The light washes over her, cycling from green to yellow to red again. As with everything related to Brie, reality puts my fantasies to shame. Her fervor, the little sounds she makes, the feel of her.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I bellow, and with a wetpop, I pull her off me.
The streetlights shine on her wet mouth, her gleaming eyes, highlighting her darkened cheeks. The light turns green. I drive.
“Take off your panties.” Even to my own ears, I sound like a man possessed.
Next to me, Brie follows my instructions beautifully. She gets extra credit for pulling up the skirt of her dress.
“I wish I could take my time with you,” I rumble.
