God, I missed doing this so much. I love dominating her during sex. And I know she loves that too.
I unbuckle her bra, and she gasps as the clasp hits her back.
I hold her waist with one hand, slowly grinding her on my dick.
“Just like that,” she says, and I can feel her wetness pool in her panties even through her linen pants. She is soaking, and I love it.
“Mhm,” I say, loving the look on her face. She is exhilarated, her face covered with a sheen of sweat, and her cheeks are flushed red.
I love the thrill of the fact that anyone could come up and see us. They would see me devouring her with our clothes on.
They would see exactly whom I belong to.
“Rey—” she moans, and I twist her nipple with my thumb and finger.
“Yes,merijaan?”
“Please make me come.”
“On it, baby.” I kiss her neck. I bite and soothe the sting away with my tongue. A slow and deliberate swipe of my tongue.
“I love that I can make you come without us removing our clothes.”
She grinds harder on me, and I feel myself wanting to shed every single piece of cloth on us and take her right here, right now.
In the back of this car.
“Is that how much you need me, baby?”
“Yes,” she says, and I feel her orgasm soak my pants. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
She breathes heavily as she slumps down against my chest.
The orgasm was the best orgasm I gave her in recent times.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.
She nods. “Amazing.”
* * *
Aisha won’t look at me, shy from her earlier orgasm. It hit her later that we were in the middle of the road and that anybody driving past us could see us.
I said I didn’t care. They would just see a couple who couldn’t resist each other—a sign of a great relationship—and she said that I talked too much.
She didn’t mind me talking her through the orgasm, though.
“Is someone feeling shy?” I ask, and she glares at me.
Did I leave a hickey? Yes. Is it big enough that it cannot be hidden? Hell yes.
“Okay, I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. You look beautiful covered in hickeys.”
“So, I don’t look beautiful otherwise?” she asks, and of course she would twist my words.
“You always look beautiful.”
I stop the car in front of our house, and she bolts out of the car, intent on making sure no one sees it.
