He hugs me so tightly that I can’t stop my tears. I can’t stop myself from crying for him as I burrow my face in his neck.
I feel him open his mouth on my forehead and breathe out in a puff as he shushes me. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll make it better, okay?”
I nod, rubbing my nose in his wet t-shirt.
He rubs his lips on my skin, rubs his arms on my spine, all the while making soothing noises, all the while whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I got… I got carried away. I got so angry. I shouldn’t have —”
“No, it’s going away,” I whisper back, looking up at him and meeting his molten eyes.
His thick frown ripples. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Just kiss me.”
He studies my face for a beat, maybe to see if I mean my words, and when he’s satisfied, he gives me what I want.
He kisses me.
In the exact opposite way of how he entered my body, breached my virgin hole.
He kisses me softly and tenderly and wetly. And hungrily too.
And I shiver in his arms, suddenly all achy.
All restless and hungry, just like him, and I’m the one who makes the next move then. I’m the one who shifts on his lap because I want more. Because I want him, and of course he senses that.
He gets that my pain is slowly receding and to help me along, he brings his fingers back to my clit. He rubs it in slow circles, all the while kissing me as he moves under me as well.
He starts with slow, gentle pumps, languid and lazy. They heat up my blood and my skin. They fog up the windows with my gasps and moans.
They make my pussy leak too.
She cries for him like he told me she would and eases the way for his cock.
Suddenly his pumps have become shorter. His thrusts have become faster and so freaking good that I push back against him.
I moan into his mouth, fist his hair and twist my hips, rock them in time with his pounding cock.
I can feel the air growing hot, growing musky and thick. I can feel his abdomen bunching up and tightening under me, feel the muscles of his thighs.
I can even hear them slapping against my butt as he kisses me and plays with my clit.
And the fact that we’re moving so fast, that I’m humping him and he’s giving it to me, is causing his Mustang to shake, to move as well, puts me on the edge.
It actually pushes meoverthe edge.
The shaking car, the foggy windows, the rain, his kisses and him.
And I come.
My pussy convulses around his cock and a feeling the likes of which I’ve never experienced washes over me. I arch my back and throw back my neck as I grab hold of the roof and moan so loudly.
Even in this mindless moment, I know what it is.
I know what this feeling is as I rock my hips in his lap. It’s relief.
It’s more than relief. It’s euphoria.
It’s the feeling of being in his arms as I burst, after two long years, and I whisper, “God, Reed.”
