"That's it, baby." I suck on the sensitive spot on the side of her neck while guiding her hips. "Just like that."
Her movements become more confident as she finds what feels good. I thrust up to meet her, and she gasps when I hit a spot deep inside.
"There?" I ask, doing it again.
"Yes. God, yes. There, yeah!"
I establish a steady rhythm, driving up into her while pulling her down onto me. The car rocks slightly with our movements. In here, every sensation is amplified—the skin-on-skin slapping sounds, our ragged breathing, the occasional squeak of leather.
My muscles contract with the need for release, but I can't. Heat courses through me, and I don't know how long I can stave off my own orgasm.
I lean forward to take her nipple in my mouth and suck, and she cries out, her inner muscles clench around me. I can feel her getting close, her movements become erratic and less coordinated.
"That's it," I say against her skin. "Come for me like a good girl."
Her rhythm falters as the words hit her, and her eyes fly open. "Say that again, Cole."
Something hot and primal surges through me at her response. I tighten my grip on her hips, taking control of her movements.
"Come for me," I say, slower this time, watching her face. "Like a good girl."
She shudders, her thighs tremble against mine. I say it again, rougher, "Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well."
Her reaction is immediate and intense. She throws her head back, her pussy clenches rhythmically around me as she comes apart. I hold her steady through it, continuing to thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, prolonging her pleasure. She shudders, shakes, and tightens all over. Her eyes burn into mine. She thrusts her chin forward and bites her lips. Hard.
As she's coming down, something shifts in her expression. The vulnerability is replaced by something stronger, more determined. She loops her arms around my neck, and as our mouths come together, she bites my bottom lip lightly.
"My turn," she says, and the authority in her voice sends a jolt straight to my cock.
She takes control of the pace, rising and falling on me with new purpose, her hips doing magical things. Meredith's arms tightenaround my neck as she uses them for leverage. Gone is the hesitant woman who doubted her appeal.
In her place is a goddess claiming what's hers.
"Fuck, Meredith," I groan, transfixed by the sight of her riding me. "Good girl, go!"
The space is tight for this—my head occasionally brushes the roof, her knees dig into the leather seat on either side of my thighs—but we make it work. She finds a rhythm that has me seeing stars, sheathing me tighter, deeper with each downward motion.
I'm completely at her mercy, and I fucking love it. My hands roam her body, squeeze her ass, stroke her breasts, my thumb returns to her clit to help her toward another peak. It helps immediately. Her hips whip and shake.
"You feel so good," I tell her, the words spill out uncensored. "So tight, so perfect. Taking my cock like you were made for it."
Her movements become more frantic as she chases her second release. I can feel my own approaching, a tightening at the base of my spine.
"That's it," I say, working her clit faster. "Take what you want. Show me how you ride my cock."
She's magnificent above me—hair wild, skin flushed, lips parted as she pants with exertion. When she comes again, she takes me with her. Her pussy clamps down, then tightens, milking my release as I thrust up into her one final time, emptying myself with a hoarse, uncontrolled, “Mereeedith”.
Meredith collapses against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both struggle to catch ourbreath. Panting, my heart pounds against my ribs so hard I'm sure she can feel it.
The car is stifling now, the windows completely fogged, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. But I don't want to move. Don't want to let her go. I stroke her back, press my lips to her temple, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me. How we fit together.
And that's when it hits me … a truth I've been denying for too long.
I'm completely, irrevocably in love with her. It's not just want, lust, or even affection. It's everything. She's everything.
I tighten my arms around her, overwhelmed by a realization. I don't say it … not yet. But I feel it, bone-deep and terrifying in its intensity.
We stay like that for long minutes, tangled together in the backseat, her head on my chest, my arms around her. Eventually, her breathing evens out, and she lifts her head to look at me.
