“Why what?” I was so caught up in the moment, barely understanding what she was asking.
“Why did you–ohh”–she whined when I nipped at her ear– “why shouldn’t I have told you how much I wanted you?”
I took her chin with my thumb and forefinger and tipped her head upward to make sure she was looking at me. “Because” I said, “of all the things I'm going to do to you now.”
Amelia’s eyes widened. “Like… like what?” Her voice was breathy and hungry, and I knew exactly what she needed.
“Like this.” I kept her chin in my grip and dragged my left hand down her neck, following her delicate tendons with my fingers and feeling her chest heave in anticipation as I swept my thumb along her clavicle. Then I rolled the thin gold strap of her dress off the feminine slope of her shoulder and the top of her dress fell down, exposing her bare breasts.
I lunged down to lick her nipples, pert and pink. She watched me from above, making obscene noises as I sucked and licked at her breasts.
“And this,” I said, running a hand down her supple thigh to the hem of her dress, lifting it until I reached her black lace thong moist with her arousal, brushing a finger along the seam. She moaned at the touch. “And this.” I pressed at the lacy fabric against her entrance, my breath hitching when I discovered how soaked she already was.
She was going to make a mess of the leather seats. I didn’t care.
“Is this all for me?” I asked, awed, imagining what it would feel like to sink my cock into her eager, needy pussy.
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpered. “Need you–I need…” She was babbling, incoherent before I had even gotten her fully undressed.
She was my wildest fantasy come to life. She made me feel like a brute, an animal.
But I had to take things slow, to make sure she was ready for me.
“Soon, baby. Have to get you ready to take me.” She let out a breathy whimper as I pushed aside the gusset and inserted my first finger inside her tight passage. Then, once she adjusted, I added my middle finger. Her pussy gripped me like a vise, hot and wet. She would feel so fucking good around my cock. “Amelia, you’re so fuckingtight.”
“Mmm.” She made sexy little noises as I pumped in and out, feeling her walls clench around my fingers which made lewd, squelching sounds as I worked her silky folds.
I was so turned on now, it was hard to stay focused.
All I had wanted to do, all night long, was fuck her. She had driven me crazy by making herself come in the bathroom, whining my name.
Now, I needed to make her come myself.
I needed to watch her fall apart.
I pulled my fingers out to draw slick circles around her clit. “I want you to come for me,” I murmured, my cheek against hers, breathing into her ear. “Can you do that, baby? Can you come for me?”
A gasp escaped her throat, then she nodded. “Yes, yes…” Her cries grew higher as I sped up, then her thighs shook and her hips jerked as she came on my fingers–whimpering, then panting, then moaning long and loud.
“Fuck, Amelia.” My cock had been half-hard ever since we got into the car together, but now it was like a solid rock, pushing painfully against the fabric of my slacks, leaking precum.
I was ready to explode.
Amelia strained forward to kiss me, sloppy and sweet and desperate. “More,” she pleaded. “More, please–”
“Put your seat back.”
She did as I instructed. The seat went flat, her body splayed atop it with her dress gathered around her waist.
I reached over her and shifted the seat farther backward so there was more foot room, then climbed over the center console and bent my knees on either side of her with my calves angled down into the footwell.
She was clawing at my chest, running her hands down my abdominal muscles and pulling at my belt, desperately grasping for more of my body.
I kissed her, hard, and her wandering hands bumped the head of my cock beneath my slacks, making me buck forward and hiss from the contact.
This was moving fast, and I knew she wanted me to fuck her. But this was her first time, and I had to be absolutely certain.
“Amelia,” I said, wresting myself away from her lips to look her in the eye. “I need to know that you’re ready, that this is what you really want. We can stop right now, just say the word. But if we keep going… there’s no turning back.”