"Sable," he whispered. "I want to taste you."
I jerked my head back, stared at him. "Here?" I whispered. I doubted the driver could hear us through the glass, but just in case.
"Here if you'll let me," Forrest said. He gripped my hips and swiveled me around until I lay across the back seat of the car, my hair spread out around me.
"You look beautiful like that."
He moved his hands up the insides of my thighs, parting them until he reached the top. Lightly, he pressed the pads of both of his thumbs against the crotch of my jeans. He eased them up and down against the denim, slow and careful. One thumb moving one way, the other moving the other, spiking the heat in my body.
"Oh God," I whispered.
"You want more?" His darkened eyes regarded me, his gaze so hot I melted a little more, like a piece of chocolate in the microwave. No, more even than that. Maybe chocolate in a poton the stove, the burner on just underneath, a spoon making slow circles through it to keep it consistent.
I glanced towards the glass.
"He's paid to be discreet," Forrest said.
Right.
I swallowed down a knot of anxiety. "Then I want more."
He unbuttoned the front of my jeans and slid them down my hips.
Yes, I had taken Savannah's advice from my first date with Forrest to wear sexy underwear. In this case, black lace. Pretty, minimal and sheer.
"Beautiful." He leaned down to press a kiss to my pussy, dampening the fabric with his tongue, as if it wasn't wet enough from my arousal.
With one hand, he dragged them down my hips, down to my ankles. With the other, he parted my knees, taking a good look at my slick pussy.
"Perfection." He kissed his way up my thigh and back down the other leg.
Once again, he rubbed the pads of his thumb against my pussy, this time with nothing between my skin and his.
I quivered.
"You want more?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
He pressed one thumb inside me, spreading my arousal around the inside and then the outside of my pussy, coating my clit until it was slick.
My legs shook, I was so turned on. Only the cooler air in the car kept me from combusting.
He slid his thumb in and out of me several times, always slow and deliberate, his eyes on mine.
"Such a good girl," he said softly.
If he said that a couple more times, I was going to come without him even touching me. He must have sensed that because he leaned down and pressed his tongue against my clit. He stayed like that for a few long moments, not moving, not licking, just touching skin to skin.
"Please," I whispered.
He chuckled and started slowly sliding his tongue up and down my clit, around one way, then the other. Up and down again. He pulled his thumb out of me and replaced it with a couple of fingers, stroking my insides while his tongue worked its magic on my clit.
I whimpered. "Forrest."
"Are you going to come for me?" he said. The movement of his mouth made vibrations against my sensitive skin.
"Yeah," I said, breathlessly. "Yeah, I am."
