“Longest six hours of my life.Now, can you be quiet for me?”I whisper.
Chiara licks her lips—fuck, I’m so hard for her already, but that just tips the scales.
She nods.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
I flick my gaze down her lush body and hum deep in my throat.She’s wearing a pair of loose gym shorts and a tank top.
Nothing overly sexy, but on her?It might as well be lingerie.
“Bloody hell woman, are you trying to kill me?”I mutter when I reach between her legs and find her bare beneath her shorts.
“No, but I wanted to be ready in case you did manage this,” she says and grins wickedly—and fuck, it’s like an arrow to the heart.
I push two fingers inside her tight little sheath.My thumb presses on her clit, and a warmth of fresh wetness coats me in response.
She’s turned on.
Chiara is into this.
Into me.
And knowing it is like ambrosia.
“You’re so hot for it, aren’t you, Love?Turned you into a right nympho, didn’t I?”I growl against her lips, driving my tongue into her mouth in time while I finger her.
Every inch of me is on fire for her.
My cock is thumping against my track pants.
My pulse is racing.
And my mind is filled with her.
Christ, I want her so fucking bad.
More and more.Always more.
Wetness from her slit drips down on my hand and I groan as I work her good and deep.
I even wiggle my pinky towards her sweet, puckered hole, making her gasp against my lips.
“Shh,” I tell her, my gaze focused on hers while she grasps what I’m doing.
I pause with just the tip of my finger there, thumb still circling her clit, and wait for her reaction.
She doesn’t ask me to stop.
Instead, her pupils dilate.She looks drunk.
Drunk on me.
And I like that.
I press the button that lowers the seats, turns them into a makeshift bed, and I help her slide up with one hand still buried between her thighs.
Then I lean down and I replace my thumb with my mouth.
