I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands. He laughs and kisses his way down my stomach, stopping just below my navel at the top of the panties.
‘So perfect,’ he mumbles against my skin.
‘What?’ I start to rise up off the seat, but he pushes me back down, nuzzling against the cotton.
‘I’ve been folding your underwear for years, babe. This is my favourite pair.’ His fingers slide up and hook the sides, hesitating. ‘Are you sure—?’
‘Don’t you dare stop,’ I threaten.
He slides them down my legs and tosses them away. I shiver when his hands are on the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wider. He murmurs something and kisses those stupid bruises on my hips. Then his warm breath brushes against my most sensitive flesh. His first kiss is sweet. The second, not so much. His tongue parts my folds and he gives a long, sinfully slow lick. I shudder and the hand he’s splayed over my pelvis flexes.
His focus is absolute. He works me to the point of orgasm, tongue swirling around my clit, his fingers dipping inside me. I flex around him and his groan matches mine.
‘You’re so wet.’ He presses a final, lingering kiss to my mound and lifts himself up enough to reach back and pull out his wallet. He draws out a condom and adds his wallet to our pile of cast-offs. I’m so shaky I can barely lift my head, but I want to see this. To see him.
He strips off his shirt, abs rippling with the movement as he curls over himself to fumble with his jeans. He gets them unbuttoned, but the back seat’s too small to get them off quickly. He’s forced to push them down and disentangle a leg, jamming his bare knee deep into the seat while the other hits the carpeted floor.
He’s gone commando and my mouth goes dry when his erection’s finally free of the denim. He’s potently masculine, his cock jutting from dark hair. I reach out and he moves so I can run my fingers over him as he opens the condom. A hiss of breath escapes him as I explore.
He’s not too long, but I like that he’s thicker. I slide my hand up and down his shaft, happy at his soft sounds of appreciation. The tip is smooth, ridge clearly defined, and when I trace my fingers along its crown, his hips jerk forward. He gently removes my hand and sheaths himself in the condom with a smooth motion.
He settles over me, kissing my neck. His fingers search out my clit and begin circling it, light touches that leave me squirming against his attentions, desperate for the sensation of a fullness I’ve never felt.
‘Babe, this is probably going to hurt,’ he warns.
I nod, gasping for air as his fingers bow me up off the seat. ‘I know. Now get inside.’
He laughs at that and kisses me. The faint taste of me on his mouth sends that wave of heat over me again, wetting me all over again. His tip brushes over my clit, making me whimper, then slides lower, finally settling against my opening.
His hips roll forward a tiny bit and I suck in a breath at the stretching sensation. I knew he was thick, but he’s definitely wider than I’d expected. He tenses and reaches down again, massaging me until I relax, legs falling open to make more room for his hips. Again, he pushes a little deeper and I tighten up until his focused attention eases me. His patience never wavers, even though I can see sweat standing out on his forehead, his neck cording from his efforts.
‘Point of no return,’ he whispers after what seems like hours. He looks down at me, infinitely tender, and gives me one last, deep kiss. ‘I love you, brown eyes.’
I’m not sure what brings the tears to my eyes: his words or that final thrust forward.
Then I figure it out. Definitely the thrust.
‘Oh, shiiiiit,’ I moan into his neck, clawing at his back in my misery.
‘Congratulations,’ he quips, voice tight.
‘Why did I choose an extra-frigging-large?’
‘Part of the package.’ He moves a little and I wince from the burn. ‘It gets better from here,’ he whispers. ‘Trust me. Come on, Cat, kiss me.’
I tilt my face up to his, expecting something hot and fast, but he surprises me. He’s gentle, coaxing me to return his kisses. I do, focusing on the feel of his mouth instead of the tightness between my legs. And by the time he starts moving inside me, short, slow thrusts, the pain starts to fade. He reaches between us, the pad of his thumb rubbing against that tiny bundle of nerves with every movement of his hips, and to my surprise, I’m back to that earlier state of tight anticipation.
His eyes close and his entire body shudders. ‘There you are,’ he mutters. ‘You are so tight—’
His thumb makes a slow circle and I feel the edge of the orgasm take me. ‘Dally—’
‘That’s it. Come for me, babe—’
I bury my head against the curve of his neck and shatter, clamping down around him as he coaxes every last quiver from my rubbery muscles. I’m positive it can’t feel any better when he stiffens and pushes himself into me one last time. A long, rough grunt of masculine appreciation escapes as he comes, filling the condom with strong pulses that send a faint echo of my earlier pleasure through me again. When it’s over, he swears quietly under his breath and eases himself out of me.
The burn returns when he pulls out, but it’s not as noticeable as before. I stretch, sated, and watch as he glances around the car.
‘What do you need?’