“Are you going to kiss me again?” she breathed as I pulled her toward me.
My grip on her hair was unmovable, and to keep up with the tug, she scrambled sideways along the seat. Was I being a dick? Maybe, but I was still angry she’d come so close to running from me. I was annoyed she didn’t feel it like I did. I pulled until she was forced into my lap. The pressure of her slight body sitting directly on my aching member made me grunt, and I fought the urge to rut against her jean-covered ass.
“Do you want me to?”
She swallowed hard, and her teeth nibbled her full lower lip.“I don’t know.”
“Liar.”
My lips met hers in a fierce battle. She tried fruitlessly to keep me out, but I pressed inside, knowing it was exactly what we both wanted. Her hands clasped at my shoulders, not pushing me away but holding me closer. She was a mass of contradictions, and I looked forward to unraveling her.
I pulled her lower lip between mine and sucked on it, making her gasp. I used the opportunity to slip my tongue inside the hot wetness of her mouth to find hers. I wasn’t much of a kisser. It was too intimate, too honest, yet at that moment, I was sure I could kiss Suna for hours, days even. I thrust my tongue against hers, a crude imitation of what I would soon do to her virgin pussy. The thought made my hard-on pulse and press desperately against her ass.
I broke the kiss before I lost control and lowered my mouth to her jaw. With one hand still holding her hostage by her hair, I tilted her head back to feast on her neck. My stubble dragged against her skin, and no doubt my lips would leave a mark. Good. I wanted everyone to know Suna Song was mine.
She shivered in my arms as I licked a line down her neck and bit lightly down on her shoulder.“Vincenzo,” she started and stopped to groan as I sucked her earlobe. “We should stop, shouldn’t we?” Her hands delved deep into my hair, holding my mouth against her and begging me not to listen.
“No, we should never stop doing something that feels so good,” I said roughly.
I shifted her so her back pressed against my chest and her legs hitched open, caught on the outside of my knees. She was wearing baggy jeans, and I wasted no time finding the gap between her t-shirt and waistband. The skin there was silky and tight, and she stilled as I stroked my hand across the expanse of her toned tummy before letting my fingers wander under the jeans.
“We aren’t leaving this car until you admit you want me, Suna,” I told her, my mouth fixed to her ear.
I released her hair and wrapped my arm like a band of steel across her stomach, holding her in place. Her breathing was fast, her slender chest rising and falling quickly against me as I let my hand wander lower.Her panties were cotton, as sweet and innocent as she was but damp with want. I stroked across the wet fabric, and she moaned, her legs falling further apart, easing my way.
“I can feel how wet you are, Suna. We can both feel how excited you are… don’t try to deny it anymore, or every time you do, I’ll check for myself,” I told her, my stubble rasping her ear.She moved her hips in a long, slow circle against me, catching my dick just right, and I growled into her ear. “Wherever we are, whoever we’re with, I’ll check, just like this.”
She gasped, holding onto my hand and wriggling her hips against my fingers, trying to urge them harder. I was holding back, not quite touching her properly, teasing her.
“I got it, okay. I can’t lie about it.” Her voice was annoyed and turned on.
I savored the confirmation that she was as needy for me as I was for her. I slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties and touched her silken, wet folds for the first time. She cried out like I’d finger fucked her hard. She had no idea. I’d only just started.
“Is that good, tesora?” I asked, exploring her slit from her clit to her entrance.
She nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” I said, halting the movement of my fingers.
“It’s good. It’s fucking good,” she panted.
I moved again, slipping two fingers inside her while making my thumb at home on the bundle of nerves that made her rock against me so perfectly.
“Good. Being honest is good, Suna. And good girls get to come,” I told her, moving my fingers in a rhythm that made her swear.
With my hand working fast between her legs, jammed down her jeans, I brought her close to coming. She wriggled wildly on my lap, every movement of her peachy ass sliding along my aching shaft. I flexed my hips, rutting against her. Fuck, I could come like this, dry-humping my fiancé’s ass while she got off on my hand.
“Vincenzo!” she gasped, doubling over and clamping my hand between her legs.
I took my hand from her waist and clamped it around her mouth. The privacy partition was raised in the town car, but I didn’t want anyone hearing even a whisper of Suna’s pleasure. That was all mine. As I closed my hand over her lips, she sucked one finger into her mouth, and then she came. She clamped down around my hand, her mound pulsing against my fingers as she stilled, frozen with pleasure. A silent cry bounced against my hand, and my finger swirled deep into the recess of her mouth.
I flexed my hips against her, once, twice, and followed her. I came in my boxers, running my needy dick against her jean-covered ass as she sucked my finger and twitched around my hand. I could have been embarrassed, but I didn’t have a shred of shame, and I never would around this woman. I didn’t want anything pedestrian to exist between us, like embarrassment or shame. I would be myself with this woman who would be my wife. Maybe she could be the first person in my life with whom I could be myself without judgment.
I slipped my hand from her jeans and brought it to my lips, inhaling the sweet smell of her body while I released her mouth. My palm was wet with her spit, and my finger tingled where she’d sucked it. She was shaking lightly in my arms, and I pulled her close and cuddled her against me.
“What the fuck was that?” she asked, sounding shell-shocked.
“That, Suna Song, was only the beginning,” I told her, pressing a kiss against her temple.