Her back arches, chasing the contact.
I pull away again, just enough to give her space, just enough to let her stop me if she wants to.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she lifts into me, a silent permission.
My fingers catch the fabric at her hips, pushing it up slowly, watching her for any hesitation. There is none. I drop the control and slide the dress off her body, throwing it on the car floor.
My brain totally blanks out. No thoughts, no air, nothing.
I don’t even know where to look, everywhere seems dangerous and addictive. Her waist, her hips, the way the white lacy fabric sits on her tanned skin. Jesus Christ.
I drag my eyes up to her face but that doesn’t help at all. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing uneven, her eyes locked on mine, uncertain, expectant, like she doesn’t fully understand the effect she’s having on me.
She looks angelic, yet I’d like to do very unholy stuff to her.
My fingers brush the soft lace on her hip as my mouth moves up the other thigh, kissing, sucking lightly, losing myself in the way she trembles for me, tasting rain and heat and her.
Her skin is warm and smooth, and every time she exhales, it hits my ears like a dare.
“Kasien,” she whispers, and it’s not even a word, but more like something fragile breaking apart.
Her eyes fall half-lidded, lips parted, chest rising and falling way too fast. She looks ruined already, and I’ve barely touched her.
My control shreds in an instant. I press my mouth to her lower belly, kissing slower this time, dragging my lips across her skin like I’m mapping her, claiming her, tasting every place. She gasps, her fingers gripping the seat, knuckles white.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur against her skin, even though I already know she won’t.
She shakes her head immediately, breathless.
“Don’t.”
I’m not able to stop the gentle bite here and there, licking the wetness of her skin, slipping one hand under her, holding her lower back to press her more to my lips. I take the strap of her bra down her shoulder with my teeth since my only free hand is holding me above her.
When it’s down enough to reveal just a piece of her breast, I can’t take it anymore and open the bra with one quick grip, taking it off her.
She gasps in my ears, like a little shock.
I want all of her, I can’t stop now.
I kiss her chest, driving my tongue along her curves while she sounds almost like she’s on the edge of shuddering underneath me. Her hand is sliding around the hem of my jeans again, hertouch being so close to my lap sending electroshocks straight into my dick. I can’t stop my own groans.
She gets up on her elbows, pushing me backwards to sit down, so I follow her lead and she’s immediately on me, straddling me, almost naked, only in those white lacy panties I want to rip off.
She slides her hips onto my lap and I feel her whole weight on my dick, rocking on it like she wants to kill me.
Her pouty lips find my raging pulse, her tongue running over my skin as her hips are slightly moving, her warmth all around me. I sink my hand into her hair, gripping and pulling on it so I can devour her chest.
Her curves are making me downright feral. My other hand is grazing her inner thigh, dangerously close to her pussy, my thumb playing with the hem of her panties.
“I want to touch you,” I mutter against her collarbone, not really putting it like a question.
She freezes just for a millisecond before I slide my hand inside her underwear, immediately feeling how irresistibly soaked she is.
“Mhm,” I can’t stop the groan when I finally have her pussy in my hand like this.
She’s trusting me. She’s letting me.
