“So… What’d you think?”
He bobbed his head. “She seemed good.”
“And?” I prompted, needing more than he gave me.
“And smart.”
“Did her advice in dealing with me make sense?” I twisted my lips, unsure if I wanted an honest answer.
He pulled my hand to his lips, holding them against my palm for several seconds.
I exhaled, feeling my body relax. His warm mouth on any part of my body chased away my stress and tension.
His tongue darted out as he moved to my wrist. I rested my head against the headrest, letting my eyes close to enjoy the sensations developing in my body.
“You’re magnificent,mi vida.” His sexy accent sent me gliding over the edge. Turning me on, getting me hot and bothered. “Sweet. Kind. Sexy as fuck.” He sucked the delicate skin on the inside of my wrist.
Blood pumped into my heart and pussy in tandem. I thirsted for his mouth. Hungered for his pretty pecker. If we weren’t driving, I’d jump his bones.
“What are you doing to me?” I released a breathy sigh. “I asked you a question.”
“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “You wanted me to answer with words? I was demonstrating what I learned.” He bit the tip of my pinky, then sucked it into his mouth.
I moaned as sparks ignited inside my panties. “What you learned?”
“Mhm.” He lapped his tongue around my digit, then slipped it out. “How to relax you. Reduce your stress and anxiety…naturally. You know, guide you away from the edge.” He shifted in his seat, reaching his hand toward me. It went between my thighs, fingers rubbing my pussy.
“You’re guiding me, all right. Rightoverthe edge.” I was so turned on by his motions. “Oh God, yes.” I might beg him to pull onto the shoulder of the road.
“That feel good, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like how I make you feel?”
“Yes,” I cried louder.
“As soon as we get to the club, I’m going to eat your juicy pussy before we join the party. You okay with that?” His finger dug deeper, rubbing harder and faster.
“Yes!” I squeezed his hand, utterly shocked that he managed to make me come while driving. I sagged in my seat, turning my head to see him.
His whole face lit up with pride, brighter than the high beams on his truck.
“Why are you smiling like a fool?” I fanned my face. We had the heater on because it was thirty-one degrees outside, but I was roasting after that orgasm.
Did I care? Nope.
Not even slightly, despite my soaked panties and throbbing clit.I could go a second round right this second.
“I’m a badass motherfucker, that’s why.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because I take damn good care of my woman. Just like Dr. Kelly said to do. When we see her next, I’m gonna tell her about this.”
“Oh no, you’re not!” I screeched.
He bobbed his head, pride radiating off him. “I am, baby. This is good shit. Useful too. She could relay to the other guys how I took care of my woman.” The ass turned toward me, grinning. “Maybe I should get into therapy. You know… sex therapy.”