"Then come." His mouth vibrated again.
I gripped the side of the car seat, rocking my hips against his mouth, my clit seeking more of him, hungry like I hadn't eaten in years. Needy.
I arched my back and came in a burst of pleasure.
Bliss started in my toes, making them tingle, before slowly working its way up my body, through my core and all the way up to the top of my head.
I cried out louder than I intended, but I couldn't stop myself. Everything felt too good, too perfect, like a blast of heat that washed away everything in its path, leaving me shattered.
The orgasm faded slowly, my heart racing, my breath coming in pants and moans.
"That was…" I had no words for what that was.
"Just the start." He kissed the insides of my thighs, one and then the other, then eased my panties and jeans back into place.
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back up until I was sitting beside him and pressed his mouth to mine, letting me taste myself on his lips.
"Do you understand?" he asked.
"Understand what?" I whispered.
"I want to make you feel good," he said.
"You certainly did that," I laughed slightly. "It felt more than good. It felt incredible."
"That was just the first of many," he said. "Whenever you think of pleasure, I want you to think of me. I want to give all of it to you. And receive it, but we have time for that."
Oh. My gaze dropped to his groin. His cock was going to burst the seams if he got any harder. Should I reach for it? Should I touch him there? He grabbed my hands before I could.
"Not tonight," he said firmly. "Not like this. When I fuck you, I want it to be somewhere special. Not in the back of a car."
"It's a very nice car," I said.
That made him smile. "It's an extremely nice car, but you deserve better than that. When I fuck you, it'll be in a place and time you won't regret."
I wasn't sure if I'd regret fucking him, but he was right. This wasn't very romantic or particularly comfortable for anything more than what we'd already done.
"I think I can be patient," I said.
"Of course you can." He nodded.
"Can you?" I asked, only half teasing.
"That's a very good question," he said.
He was humoring me. A man like Forrest Cross would be as patient as he needed to be. If it was a week or a year, he'd wait.
I realized I hadn't even questioned his assumption that we would fuck. It seemed… I don't know, logical. Inevitable. I liked him. He liked me. We were undeniably attracted to each other.
It might just be that simple.
Although…
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, anything," he said.
I suspected a bunch of things were off the table, but for now I'd keep it to something he would be able to answer.
