“I am,” I whisper.
I reach between us and wrap my hand as far around us as possible. I stroke us unhurriedly while grinding into him.
Every nerve feels lit. My body purrs from what we started on the road. From the way he lost control just enough for me to see it.
I lean down and kiss him. Not soft this time. Blistering. Demanding. My tongue claiming space. My teeth grazing his bottom lip before I soothe it with a slow glide of my mouth.
He groans into me and hands tighten on my waist.
I roll my hips letting him feel the fervor between us. A soft sound slips from my throat before I can stop it.
“Damn,” he manages to get out nearly breathless.
His head tips back against the seat. I love seeing him like this. Undone. I love seeing the fire we make because we chose eachother. I sit up just enough to look down at him, my ring flashing under the dim garage light. His fiancée. Soon to be his wife.
He grabs some lube from the center console. I chuckle.
“What?” He asks.
“You just knew the night would end like this, huh?”
“Deep inside my fiancée? Hell yea.”
He clicks open the top to coat his fingers before spreading me open and rubbing them all over my hole. The anticipation alone makes me shiver.
“You look so good over me,” he says, voice rough. “Like you were made for this.”
I lean forward letting my lips brushing along his jaw before moving down the column of his throat. “I was made for you,” I murmur against his skin.
I lift slightly before grabbing his dick and sliding down until he completely fills me.
His breath stutters.
I start to move slow at first. A measured cadence of riding and falling on to his girth. Feeling the way his body reacts beneath mine. Each roll of my hips pulls a deeper sound from his chest.
“Shit. Baby you riding me so fucking good. Take all of it.” He moans in a deep vibrato.
The windows fog again but this time there’s no motion outside to distract us. Just us. Just the echo of our syncopated breathing inside the parked car. His fingers dig into my hips as my movements grow bolder. Faster. I let my head fall back when his hand wraps around me—caressing me with a matched intensity. I let myself feel everything. The pleasure is building--coiling tighter and tighter.
He watches me like he’s memorizing it. Like this is something he’ll replay later when I’m not looking.
“That’s it,” he mutters. “Just like that. You always take me so perfect. Be a good girl and make a mess all over Daddy so I can taste it.”
The praise makes me clench around him. Makes my pace stutter before I find it again. I lean in and press my forehead to his—our breaths mingling.
The rhythm turns urgent. My nails drag lightly over his chest as I ride him harder, chasing that peak, that release that’s been simmering since the since I said yes.
His hands roam. He slaps my ass. He continues to praise while gripping like he’s claiming every inch of me in this moment.
“It’s right there mama. Give it here. I earned it,” he groans into my neck right be for biting me like he’s marking me.
The tension snaps through me like lightning. I gasp against his lips. My body trembles as pleasure washes over me in waves. He follows close behind groaning my name like it’s a vow.
I feel his release empty in me as mine covers his stomach. A man of his word, he swipes some and licks it from his fingers. I kiss him again, eager to taste myself on his tongue. It’s delicious every time.
For a few seconds we just breathe. My forehead rests against his. His hands stay locked on my waist.
“You got a little reckless getting us here,” I tease softly, even as my voice shakes. “I need you alive to marry me.”
