11
Savannah
Finally, we arrive at the parking lot, Bertha is waiting as patiently as ever. It’s still early, and we’re the only people there, thank goodness. We step into the back, look at each other, our bodies trembling with an identical need.
“Not here. Let’s go home,” he says.
I grin, knowing what he means. This is home. But so is the crumbling old parking lot with the river running alongside it. He rummages in a cupboard, finds a T-shirt and shorts and pulls them on, while I slip into my T-shirt, my panties, reach for my jeans.
But he stops me. “That’s enough,” he growls.
He wants me to sit in the passenger seat in just my panties? Okay then.
“What about your bike?” I ask as we take our seats. “Don’t you want to ride it back?”
“I’ll pick it up later.” He gives me another burning look. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight right now.”
A shiver of delight goes through me.
I’m his. I’m really his, I keep telling myself.
The rain has cleared nowand the morning sunshine is brilliant as we drive back to Perdue Town. Beau asks me about the last couple of days. Where I learned to drive a bus. I sense he’s keeping the conversation light. There’s a lot to talk about, but now is not the time.
Now is the time to satisfy our burning need for each other.
As he drives, his big hand rests on my thigh. Affectionate at first, then riding higher, higher.
“Spread those sweet thighs for me,” he murmurs.
I comply eagerly, and his hand slides up, up until he’s cupping my pussy through my panties. As he strokes the flimsy fabric with light fingertips, I moan in anticipation.
A little growl escapes his throat. “Tell me what you want, honey,” he says. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you right here,” I manage to say.
“Then move those panties out of the way.”
I do as he says, yanking the fabric aside, exposing myself for him. He drags his eyes away from the road and takes me in. “So pretty, baby. So perfect,” he says.
He presses his hand against my bare pussy. I’m drenched, and his touch on my aching clit is electric. He’s a master at teasing me. He spreads my labia, caresses me with featherlight strokes, presses a fingertip just at my entrance before pulling away again. I close my eyes, tip my head back and give in to the sighs and moans spilling from my lips.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he croons. “Does my baby want my cock?”
“Yes,” I say, because it’s all I can think about right now. That big, thick cock of his, filling me up. “I want you to take my virginity,” I say. I hear his breath catching, and it’s the sexiest thing I can imagine.
“Yes, that’s right little wolf. I’m going to take your virginity. Make you mine,” he says. When I open my eyes, I see his cock has tented his pants, and there’s a damp spot from his pre-cum. If we’re not home in minutes, I’m gonna make him pull over on the side of the road and I’ll jump right in his lap.
Several long, agonizing minutes pass. He keeps touching me, driving my arousal, pushing me to the point where I spasm around his fingertip, then drawing back. Playing my body like I’m he’s a virtuoso and I’m a violin.
Finally, the river appears, a streak of pure gold on the right-hand side of the road, then the parking lot. Our little piece of paradise.
As he pulls into the usual spot beside the motorcycle trailer, my heart hammers in my chest. The tension in the air is thick. Finally, this moment I’ve longed for, for days is here.
There’s something different in his eyes now, something wild and unfettered, and I know he won’t hold back this time. My heart thrills with it.
He jumps out of the bus. “Wait right there,” he says, and disappears into the interior.
He’s gone for a few minutes, and I force myself not to turn my head and see what he’s up to.