She turned her face, and I nipped her earlobe. “Your body… Oh, god.”
Her voice went breathless again as my hands worked to slide her tight jeans down her narrow hips. Working my way down to her belly, I kissed her flat, white stomach before reaching the top of her panties.
Any rational thought was gone. I’d been without this too long, and I didn’t care what happened when we finished. Her body was squirming, following my mouth, and I saw a small patch of dampness on the front of her blue thong.
“Fuck me,” I muttered, pulling it aside and sinking my tongue into her bare folds.
“Ohh,” she wailed as my tongue tasted her soft, warm clit. “Oh, god yes.” Her hips were bucking, and my cock was straining against my zipper. She was seriously getting off, and I was ready to plunge inside. Instead, I slid two fingers in, making sure. She was dripping, her inner muscles flexing as my fingers moved in and out of her.
“Oh, Patrick!” She wailed, grinding her hips as her hands went over her head to the car door and then just as fast back to my head. “Oh, god, don’t stop!”
I had no intention of stopping. I kissed and sucked her clit as she moaned and twisted against my mouth. My fingers worked her, in and out a few more times before moving to my jeans, quickly unfastening them and searching for the condom. I couldn’t find it. Fuck.
Her loud moans and quivering thighs told me she was coming. “Inside me, inside me.” She stretched her arms, pulling any part of me she could reach.
“I can’t find the damn condom,” I whispered, kissing her stomach.
“Forget it. I’m on the pill.”
That did it. I rose up and slammed into her. We both groaned loudly. She was hot and wet and so damn tight. My heels were pushing against the door as I pounded harder and faster into her, wrapping my arms around her small body as her inner muscles squeezed me again and again.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, slim arms around my neck. Her tiny breasts bounced against my chest with each push.
It was so good. I covered her mouth, kissing her deeply as I felt my building release. Breaking away, a deep groan rolled from my throat as I hit it hard, my ass tightening as my cock jerked with each thrust, going off inside her. She pulled me tighter and wailed, rocking her pelvis. She was coming again, and I kept pushing. It had been a while since I’d had a good lay, and damn if this didn’t feel like heaven. Her thighs were around my waist, and I didn’t care if we were just supposed to be making out or sobering up or whatever the fuck we were doing. It was worth it.
Her trembling gradually subsided as did my thrusting, and my hands went lightly to her hips, sliding over her ass and up until I was resting on my forearms, my face hovering over hers. I kissed her cheek where that dimple hid, I kissed her chin, then I went back to her lips. Little by little, our breathing slowed. Her eyes blinked open, but she didn’t speak. For a moment, she only studied my face. Then she lifted a finger and traced a light line from my forehead, down my cheek to my mouth.
That’s when I saw the tears.
“Whoa, hey,” I whispered, sitting up and pulling her with me, wrapping my arms around her and holding her against my chest. Her forehead dropped to my shoulder and I felt her jerking with sobs.
My chest tightened. I didn’t know what to do with this. Why was she crying? “Did I hurt you?” I was still whispering. “I’m sorry, it’s been a while. I was too rough—”
“No.” She sniffed, shaking her head. Another jerky breath. “You were great. It was amazing.” Then she broke again with a sob.
I was totally confused. “Then what?”
Her face lifted to mine, and the black eyeliner was running with the tears under her blue eyes. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and pushed the ugly tracks away with my thumbs. How could I make this stop?
She blinked and turned her face from mine. “It’s nothing.”
“Hell it isn’t.” My arms tightened around her, pulling her back. “Tell me.”
“Oh, god, Patrick. You don’t want to know.”
“I do.”
She paused a moment, still not looking at me, as if she were choosing her words. “It was,” she hesitated. “It was the first time… The first time I’ve been with anyone. Since Blake.”
Fuck. Okay, maybe I did want to know why she was crying, but shit. Now I didn’t know what to do. We were quiet a moment, and I held her until her tears subsided. Then I tried a neutral approach.
“It was your first time in almost a year?”
She pulled off my lap and slid to the other side of the car, bending her knees to her chest. I looked to the windows, and the realization of where we were hit me fast.
“Let’s go back to my place. We can’t talk here.”
She shook her head, looking out the glass. “I’d better go home.”