Why didn’t I drive my Hummer upstate like I usually did?
There was enough room in there to have her for my starter, entree, and fucking dessert.
My other hand clamped around her waist to the point where I had to hold back, because I knew I’d mar her delicate skin, so I put it to work, I shoved at her top, a prim little blouse that really shouldn’t have fucked with my head the way it did.
I’d never been one to get off on plaid skirts and shit like that. Teacher/student kinks had never been my thing, but seeing Inessa wander out of the closet this morning looking like a Catholic schoolgirl who was in serious need of punishment had hit my cock in so many ways that I’d almost had to sit down at the sight of her.
I’d been fighting the urge to get her to suck my cock all day, but I didn’t want that now.
I wanted this cunt covering my cock, not her mouth.
When she was juddering in my arms with sensation as I fucked her with my fingers, harder, faster, I pulled out, loving the noise that came with it.
Fuck, so wet.
She curved into me, pushing her face into my throat as I grabbed her panties and dragged them down her legs. The console and the stick shift got in the way, but I was patient, I had to be.
I didn’t want to scare her.
She wasn’t ready for me full throttle. Not yet.
Fuck, maybe never.
The thought had everything inside me whining, because I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her but…that was for whores.
Whores didn’t use mouths that eventually kissed your babies on the head before bedtime.
They weren’t the ones who sat at your side in church or ate with your family.
Everything inside me went to war, and I froze, my hands on her ankle, as I thought about whether I should fuck her in the car. Whether I—
“Eoghan,” she whispered, and that soft tone of voice got to me in ways I’d never be able to describe.
“What?” I said gruffly.
“I-I—” She gulped, her forehead pushing harder into my throat. Then her body rippled, and she writhed against me once more. Her hunger was a tangible thing, and the scent of her in the small cab fucked with my senses until I felt like a fucking dog with a bitch in heat.
The comparison offended every single one of my sensibilities, but fuck, that was how I felt.
Her pheromones, or whatever the fuck they were, got to me like heroin. Liquid heroin shot straight into my fucking eyeball.
A growl escaped me as I demanded, “What?”
“I-I’m empty.” Her hips rocked, her butt digging into my lap, brushing my cock with her weight. It protested the move because it was already caged up when it wanted out, and her words?
Had every bit of my fucking soul coming to life.
I wasn’t the most talkative of men, and in the bedroom, less so. I took what a woman offered me with her body. Reading the language she spoke with her moans and sighs, her writhing and wriggling.
But with Inessa? I wanted more.
I needed to…
“You want me to fill you up?” I rumbled, and her sharp sigh told me she needed to hear that from me.
She was a kinky little thing for one so innocent, and that made me wonder if she could be both my whore and my wife.
If there even was such a thing.