“No.” I take in another deep inhale and marvel at her amazing body as she continues to move her hips on my lap. The hem of her skirt rides up dangerously high. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Do you trust me?” My hands untangle from her thick tendrils of hair and find their way under her sweater. The addictive way her body trembles on top of me is something I'll never forget. I’ll never get used to.
“Of course, I trust you.” She sits up as well as she can without the top of her head hitting the tan fabric on the roof of the car.
“What about when I put my hands here?” Her bra clasp is like a vortex, pulling my fingers closer to the metal hooks.
“Yes,” her teasing smirk ushers me to keep going.
“What if I…” the hooks loosen as her straps almost fall off her shoulders. “Just unhook this…”
“Andy…”
“What? My hand slipped.”
“Nice. I'm sure it did.”
“I want to see all of you…” I don't miss the way she bites her lip, or how easy it is for me to remove her sweater. “Wow,” I want to say more, but my mind goes blank on all other phrases. Slowly, she moves her straps down her arms; I'm caught in her trance.
“You're fucking perfect.”
“No one is perfect…”
“Whoever told you that is a damn liar. I mean, look at you! You're like a fucking dream come true!”
“Andy…”
“I love it when you say my name… it should be its own song. Damn, that would be one hell of a hit…”
“I-I can't sing. I mean, I do, but it's when I'm alone, and no one is watching.”
“I want to hear it…”
“No, you don't. Trust me.”
“Oh, if it's anything like you sounded last night, I do.”
“Very funny…”
“Funny? I'm funny…? I'll take that. I would more than happily make you laugh. When you laugh…damn.It makes all of my insides feel like they’re ice cream…”
“Haha… what? That's ridiculous.”
“I'm serious. You can't tell what that does to me?” She shakes her head, still wearing only her smile and her skirt that'sbunched up around her hips. “But what I really want to do is to make you sing for me…”
“I'm not singing, Andy…”
“Really? I think I can make you sing…”
“H-how are you going to do that?”
“...Oh, you know… just by putting my lips here…” My mouth finds its way onto her naked chest. “Or maybe… here…” She takes in a deep breath as I run my tongue over her peaking nipple. I hold onto her curves while bringing her closer.
“Andy…”
“Oh, there it is. I told you I could get you to sing. Do you want to sing some more for me?” Without words, she answers with a single nod. “I thought you might. It's okay, baby. I can sing the harmonies.” I move my hand under the smallest band of elastic I've ever seen, and pull her thin g-string down her hips and stop at her thighs.
“Take me out, baby.” My words are filled with heat and lust for her round breasts. Her hands move quickly through the buckle and the silver button that once fastened my jeans. “Fuck,” I hiss, and she brings me out of the open space. She moves her hand up and down the shaft, antagonizingly slowly at first, then picks up her pace. “Damn, Candi.”I want her, every last bit.“As much as I love it when you do that, I don't want your hand…”
“You feel so good.” Her head tilts back, and she positions herself on my dick. “Fuck, Andy.”Please, don't stop. Say my name again.
