I moved my hand further up her leg, finding the soft silk panel of the panty. I brushed my finger over it, and found it wet.
“God, I want to fuck you.”
“Can I help?” her hand slid up my thigh.
“Better not. I’m driving.”
“Right.”
I looked around to see where we were and how much farther we had to go before getting home. Like the clock, the drive seemed to be taking forever. To distract myself, I slid my finger under her panty panel to her slick folds. She sighed and opened her thighs wider.
“Have you ever had an orgasm while riding in a car?” I asked her, wishing it was my mouth on her pussy and not my finger.
“No.”
“Well then, let me fix that for you.” I rubbed on her clit until her hips were rocking in time with my movements. I reached further, pressing my finger inside her, massaging her wet walls.
“Tucker,” she said on a gasp.
“Come on my fingers baby. Are you close?”
“Yes…oh God that’s it…right there…don’t stop, don’t stop…”
I continued to massage and rub, a little faster, a little harder until she cried out and her pussy juice coated my fingers. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked, groaning at the sweet taste of her.
Finally, I pulled into the driveway.
“Your costume is making my cock ache.” I hoped to hell she’d be willing to put me out of my misery.
“Then you’re going to love what’s underneath.”
My brain hiccupped but my legs finally started working and I followed her into the house. She went straight back to the bedroom. Like a comatose zombie, I followed her back.
She stood in the bedroom, a sweet, seductive smile on her lips as she unzipped her dress and then slowly lowered the top part down to reveal a red lacy bra. It was thin so that I could see her hard nipples straining the fabric.
“Holy fuck.”
Her hips swayed side to side as she pushed the black dress down further, revealing the waistband of her thong. The dress dropped to the floor, pooling around her sexy high heeled shoes. Black stockings with a lacy ribbing gripped her thighs and my brain went dead.
She stepped out of the dress and then stood before me. She smiled but I could see uncertainty. Like maybe she was worried I wouldn’t like what I saw or think she was failing at her attempt to turn me on.
“My mouth has gone dry,” I managed to say. “Jesus fucking Christ…you’re amazing. Sexy. Beautiful.” I quickly undressed so she could see what she was doing to me. “I’m so fucking hard.”
The vulnerability left her expression, so just the sexy smile remained. I knew the minute I touched her or she touched me, I was coming like a fucking fire hose, and I didn’t want that.
“Get on the bed,” I sai
d, hoping it didn’t sound as demanding as it seemed to my ears.
She arched a brow, but did as I asked. She started to kick her heels off, but I stopped her.
“Leave them on.”
“Do you have a shoe fetish?”
“I have a Holly-in-sexy-lingerie-and-heels fetish.” I stood at the end of the bed and took inventory of every creaming inch of her skin. “Pinch your nipples.”
“You don’t want to do that?”