"Backseat," I growl.
We scramble into the back like teenagers in the night, but without the inexperience. I pull her onto my lap, with her legs straddling my hips, and she grinds down against me with a gasp.
"We did it," she pants.
"We did, baby."
"This is what we need, to take risks, to feed the void.”
I pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. She has a black lace bra on today and I nip at her nipple through the material, making her yelp while groaning with delight.
"Yessss."
"Fuck you’re so sexy."
"I need more…." she moans again as I bite down gently on her nipple and she arches into me, her hands fisting in my hair.
"Today is the start of a new phase, baby. Gonna feed you death, and enjoy the rewards."
"Fuck yes, but now I want you to feed me your cock.”
I unbuckle my belt and free my dick, lifting her enough to pull her leggings down. She's soaked, which makes my dick pulse with eagerness.
"Ride me," I demand. "Show me how much you need this."
She sinks down onto me with a long, loud groan, taking me to the root. The car rocks slightly as she starts to move, her hands braced on my shoulders and her eyes locked on mine.
"You feel so good inside me," she says, panting as she picks up pace.
"Fuck…you’re so wet and tight for me, baby. I love that this shit turns you on," I say, unable to keep the sounds of pleasure from leaving my mouth. Her pussy feels so damn good, sucking me in with each bounce. Her ass fills my hands as I hold onto each cheek, squeezing the flesh as I try to restrain myself from cumming too soon.
"Only turns me on with you, baby. I only want your dick. I want no one else."
"No one. Just us."
She rides me fast, chasing her pleasure, and I watch her face scrunch up as her eyes dilate, revealing the hunger and satisfaction, with the absolute certainty that this is right.
When she cums, she cries out my name, her body clenching around me, which in turn causes me to follow her over the edge. I burst like a fountain inside of her, feeling the mixture of our orgasms leak out of her pussy around my groin. The car smells of nothing but sex, and it’s all I want.
I stay inside of her as we kiss, enjoying the comedown of the rush. She rests her head against mine and we both breathe in sync, morphing into one person.
“Just us, Dom. I can’t live without you,” she whispers over my lips and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, before releasing with a pop.
“You’ll never live without me. And we won’t die without each other either.”
She pulls back and looks at me, understanding how deep this goes between us. Toxic and unhealthy in all ways. But it’s our way.
“You promise?” she asks.
“I promise.”
Over the next two weeks, we establish a pattern on my days off.
Mornings, I monitor the scanner while Roxy works in the darkroom or sketches in diners and bars.
Afternoons, if there's a cleared crime scene, we scout it. Quick documentation, no lingering, always conscious of anyone who sees us.
Evenings, we return home and Roxy develops the photos, creates the drawings, builds the portfolio piece by piece.
