He drags it to my clit, swirling his tongue over my eager, throbbing little button until my legs start to shake. Six months of just my own fingers have me ready to explode, and with the man I love putting his hands and his mouth on me, I know it’s not going to take long.
“Those memories of this car you seemed to have forgotten coming back yet?” He groans.
I gasp, whimpering as his tongue bats and swirls over my clit, a shiver rippling up my spine.
“Some,” I moan out, panting and shaking as he teases his tongue up and down my slit.
“Just some, huh?”
His hand comes down with a sharp spank on my ass, and I scream in pleasure. Fuck, did I miss this—the way he knows exactly what I want so effortless. The way he knows exactly how to touch me, and move me, and tease me, until I’m begging for release.
“See, I think you remember everything, beautiful,” he purrs into my thigh. “I think you’ve got all sorts of bad girl memories of this car. And I’m going to drag them out of you if I have to make you come on this tongue until you beg me to stop.”
His mouth slides back to my pussy, and when he wraps his lips around my aching clit and starts to swirl his tongue around the little bud, my whole world starts to melt. He tongues me harder, and faster—growling into me as his body undulates beneath me. I drop a hand to the huge bulge in his jeans right in front of my face, whimpering at the feel of him pulsing under my touch. I try and yank the zipper down, but I can’t at this angle, and when I keep trying, I just feel him reach over and pull my hand away.
“Later, baby girl,” he groans. “Later, that cock is all yours. But right now, I just need you to let me make you come. Right now, I need this pretty little pussy to drip that sweet honey all over my fucking tongue. Let me taste you, beautiful. Let me taste how fucking sweet this little cunt is when I make it sing.”
His hands grip my ass tight, rocking me back and forth as his tongue swirls over my clit over and over, until my head is swimming and my whole body feels like it’s floating on air. His big cock throbs so tight against his jeans, and seeing the wet spot of his precum leaking into his jeans has me moaning even louder at what’ll come after this.
His lips fasten around my clit and his tongue swirls over the little bud. And when his fingers brush over my slit and tease across my tight asshole, the very last thread holding up my sanity snaps, and I explode.
I scream, my entire body rippling and shivering in ecstasy as I come harder and more powerfully than I have in months. It’s like lighting exploding through me, rocking me to my core, tensing every muscle and leaving me shattered as it thunders through me.
I come a second time, and I’m pretty sure a third right after that before I shockingly reach back and push him away, a mix of giggles and whimpers falling from my lips.
“Please, please,” I pant, trembling all over.
“Please?” Colm growls. “Please more?”
I groan as I feel him chuckle darkly against my thigh. His hands spin me around, pulling me up as his car seat raises back up, until we’re mouth to mouth, and he kisses me slowly. I can taste myself on his lips, and it has me kissing him even harder as we sit there in the darkness with me astride his hips—him shirtless, me in just my soaked, stretch-out pair of panties.
“More.”
The word falls from my lips before I’m even aware of thinking it, and Colm grins.
“You want more, baby girl?”
I moan softly, nodding slowly as our lips press hotly together.
“My place,” he purrs. “We’ll be safe there. And I can show you exactly how much I’ve missed you.”
We fall back into each other, kissing softly in the darkness as I melt against him.
“You gonna tell me about your big plans now?”
“Not yet.”
He pulls away winking at me as I sigh
“You are very mysterious, Mr. Jennings.”
“Oh I’m just getting started, Mrs. Jennings,” he growls as his lips brush across mine, as his hands slide to my ass, his cock pulsing hotly against my pussy through his jeans.
“I’m just getting fucking started with you.”
5
Colm
We crash into the back wall of the freight elevator the second the heavy swing-down door slams shut behind us. I groan as I kiss her fiercely, kissing her with goddamn everything I have and everything I am—kissing her like she’s my last breath of air before a plunge, my last drink of water before an eternity in the desert.