“This is so weird,” she says. “Everything is so dark around here. There aren't even any streetlights.”
“Welcome to the country.”
“The city is always lit up like a Christmas tree. This reminds me of something I saw in a horror movie. I'm waiting for some guy with a chainsaw to jump out of the woods.”
Chuckling, I smile. “We have something you'll never get in the city.”
“I doubt it.”
“I'm serious. I mean, there are a lot of things the city has that we don't, but there's one thing that you can never get with all that light.”
“Oh yeah, and what's that?” she asks arching her brow.
“Stars.”
“Stars?”
“Yeah, stars. Go on, take a look.”
Leaning forward, she peers up. “Oh, wow,” she says, her eyes expanding big. “There are so many stars.”
“You don't get to see them in the city with all that light, but here you can see the edge of the Milky Way.”
She eyes me with a small smirk on her face. “Will you show me one day?”
“One day,” I say with a wink.
My hand is resting on the shifter, when I feel something tickle my fingertips. Glancing down, her fingers are brushing mine slowly. Looking up at her, she nibbles on her bottom lip as she moves her fingers closer.
Taking her hand, I tangle our fingers together. She pulls my hand into her lap, stroking her thumb across my knuckles. Her hand feels nice around mine. Soothing, comfortable, as if this is where she belongs.
Don't be stupid. You've known her for what, three hours? This is lust. This is what lust looks and feels like.
Spreading her legs, she opens my hand and places it on her thigh. I can feel her watching me. Her eyes are on my face as she slips her fingers between mine and presses my hand harder against the warm skin of her leg.
Flicking my eyes off the road for a moment, she bites on her bottom lip and tugs it into her mouth as she starts to move my hand higher. Turning back to the road, I inhale a sharp breath as the tips of my fingers hit the trim of her dress.
Sia exhales hard as I curl my fingers in, brushing the fabric of her panties. Her back arches slightly and she rolls her hips forward pushing her pussy against my hand. Her panties are wet in the center, I can feel the warmth against the pads of my fingers as I gently press against her.
Her panties slip between her slit, and her lips wrap my finger as I start to massage her up and down. She's getting wetter and wetter the more I touch her.
Flicking her panties to the side, I slide my finger through her folds until I find her clit. Her thighs shake, clamping around my hand the second I'm in the right spot. Sia coos, the sexiest little coo I've ever heard, making my dick throb.
I'm hard as a rock, ready to fuck her right here. My cock is pushing angrily against my pants, and my balls are tingling, eager to feel her arousal. Dipping my finger into her heat, her walls tighten as I finger her slowly.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I follow the twists and turn on autopilot. Lucky for both of us, I know these roads like the back of my hand, otherwise we'd be in a ditch right now.
The sign for the motel comes into view. Thank God, I think to myself. I'm on the brink of stopping in the middle of the road and yanking her onto my lap.
Turning into the motel, I slip my finger free and feel her legs try to hold me in place. She's already breathing heavy. Her chest is rising and falling quickly. Her legs are opening and closing as if to stop the ache she's feeling.
Parking the truck, I turn it off and we sit just staring at each other for a moment. The air around us is hot and heavy, drenched with desire. Her eyes dance between mine as she runs her fingers through her hair, brushing it over her shoulder.
“You're coming, right?” she asks.
“Not yet,” I say with a smirk.
Grabbing the two bottles of wine from the back, I climb out and go to her door. Opening her door for her, she grins at me.
“They raise gentlemen in the country.”
“They raise men in the country, and real men open doors for a woman.” Holding out my hand, I help her out.
We walk to the front lobby, and of course I know the guy at the desk. He stands and grins, a giddy stupid grin as he eyes Siobhan on my arm.
“Look who the cat dragged in.”
“Hey Jim,” I say.
Sia digs around in her purse, pulling out her key card. “Second floor,” she says as she gives the guy a wave.