A low whimper escaped her, vibrating through my cock, making it harden impossibly further as she fought against her gag reflex to take me a little deeper, her hand gripping the base.
Her eyes angled back up then.
I was buried deep, looking at the an unsure look in her eyes.
"Fuck," I hissed, hand moving to frame her jaw. "Feels good, baby," I told her, thumb stroking over her cheek for a second before she seemed to find the confidence she needed, working me with her lips and tongue until my balls felt like they were in vice grips, threatening the inevitable. "I'm gonna come, baby," I told her, voice rough and holding a warning in case she didn't want me to come down her throat.
But all she did was make that fucking sexy moaning noise again, her free hand moving to tease over my balls as she worked me harder, faster, until I couldn't - and didn't want to - fight the inevitable.
I came with a curse, my hand crashing down on her shoulder, fingers curling in as I felt my cum leave me, taking way too much pleasure in the idea of it sliding down her throat, becoming a part of her.
She worked me for a moment more before releasing me, planting a cute as fuck kiss to the head before looking up at me a bit timidly.
"If that's how you're gonna nurse me, babe, I plan on getting hurt a fuckuva lot in the future," I told her, watching as the shyness vanished, making her lean her forehead to my knee as she laughed. "Gonna return that favor soon as I am moving without grumbling again," I told her, sifting my fingers through her soft hair as she shook her head, forehead rubbing the material of my jeans as she did. "Um, fuck yeah, I am," I informed her, reaching under to snag her chin, jerking her face up. "And I'll enjoy every fucking second of tasting your sweet pussy, baby," I informed her, making sure there was no way she could doubt my conviction. Her cheeks went pink at that, but there was no mistaking the heat in her eyes at the promise. "Until then, why don't you hop up here again," I suggested, patting my thigh. "Nope. Facing me," I told her when she went to sit across me again.
With a furrowed brow, she climbed up, unable to brace her knees, so her whole weight fell to my legs, the bruises underneath smarting a bit, but my mind was on other things.
Like watching her eyes get dreamy sweet as my hand moved between us, pressing down on her pussy over her pants and panties.
"Can make you come just like this," I told her, finger sliding up her cleft, finding her clit even through the layers, smiling when her forehead crashed into my shoulder on a whimper.
I worked her that way, like we were a couple fumbling freshmen, but there was nothing tentative or unsure in either of us, as I drove her up, as she shamelessly cried out as the need gripped her. Then moaned out my name as she came, shuddering against me.
She was quiet for a long time, trying to even out her breathing before her body started shaking a little, making me think she was finally giving in, letting out the pain, finding catharsis through an orgasm as we were all programmed to do.
It took me a long, embarrassing moment to realize she wasn't crying.
She was laughing.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You can't just use sexy things to distract me from our life stuff," she told me, pushing back to look at me, lips curved up.
"Wanna bet?" I asked, shrugging a bit cockily.
"Be serious."
"Baby, there is nothing I am more serious about than making you scream my name."
"We need to talk."
"You'll learn to multi-task," I assured her, smiling when she rolled her eyes at me.
"We'll never get anything done," she told me.
"I'm okay with that."
"Well," she tried, blowing her hair out of her face, prompting me to reach up and tuck it behind her ear. "Since you are laid-up right now, and you... we can't... do that. I guess this is the perfect time to hammer out the details then, since we will be too busy when you are feeling better."
She wanted assurances.
A plan.
The stability of knowing what she was agreeing to.
"I like your plan," I told her. "Working for myself. I think that might be a good plan. I have to put some feelers out, though, if we plan to stay here."
"I'd like to stay here," she told me, words almost tripping over each other to get out.
"Why?"
"Because I stopped here for gas. And that is the only reason I saw your car at the motel. It was fate. I am taking it as a sign."