He leaned down and ran his tongue over her pussy. Jamie gasped, arching up into his mouth. Her hands searched for something to hold on to, but the edges of the seat were plush and smooth and her grip slid off them. She tangled a hand in Alex's hair.
His tongue flicked over her clit, then slid down. She tossed her head back against the leather with a moan. With heat still sparking under her skin from her first orgasm, Alex's tongue lit her up like a live wire. The leg that had been pressed up against the back of the seat dropped down to rest over his shoulder, and he moved in closer, tongue stroking her clit again until she almost screamed with the pleasure. The hand that wasn't holding her thigh anymore reached up so that he could play with her nipples, tugging and rolling them between his fingertips.
“Alex,” she breathed, fingers curling tighter in his hair. “Oh, fuck. Alex.”
He licked faster. She stared sightlessly up at the ceiling of the car, seeing it without registering what it was because all of her attention was on Alex and his tongue. Never again. She wasn't going this long without ever again. It was torture.
“Going to come for me, baby?” he lifted his head long enough to ask.
“Yes,” Jamie hissed in answer. “Don't stop.”
“No intention of it.”
He leaned down again, and this time he didn't pull away, kept moving his tongue over her clit until her orgasm hit her with a rush of heat. Her spine arched, thighs pressing tight against Alex's shoulders, and Jamie sobbed his name, the syllables tripping over each other as they left her mouth.
This time he pulled all the way back, sitting up on his knees with a smug look on his face.
“Oh, my goodness…” Jamie said from where she was still lying on her back.
“Felt good?”
“Yeah,” she answered, laughing a little with the pleasure of it and the closeness. “It was good, Alex. Damn.”
“Perfect,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. “Because that was the intention.”
The hand she'd had in his hair slid back into it as they kissed, Jamie holding Alex close. He leaned in so that he balanced his weight against one of his forearms, the heat of his body against hers. He was still fully dressed, and Jamie fumbled blinding for the waistband of his pants, trying to shove them down his thighs. Alex helpfully shoved them farther down himself, and her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him close as he slid inside her again.
There was none of the frantic need of the first time. This was slow, and intimate. Exactly what she had needed after the rush of desire in the first round.
“I love you,” Alex breathed against her ear. “I promise that I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you that, Jamie Reid.”
She smiled, arching into him even as she pulled him down closer. “I'll hold you to that,” she said.
He bit the curve of her neck, gently enough that it didn't hurt, and then pressed a kiss to the same spot. Jamie rocked up to meet the motions of his hips. He was warm and strong above her, and close, and Jamie thought she could do this forever if they didn't have to get back home. She missed the all-night sessions they'd had before. But this was good, and it would be enough. It was enough that she'd had this time with him at all after so long without, although now that she'd had a taste again she was going to crave it even more when they got back home.
But then, she always craved him.
Orgasm built slow, as steady as the motion of Alex inside her. This time, when they came together it was with sighs. Jamie heard her name on Alex's tongue, letting his slip from her mouth again as they both came down. Her arms wrapped around him, and they lay like that for a long moment, his face against her shoulder and his warmth bracketing her, the outside world far away beyond the windows of the car.
“Thank you,” Jamie said when she finally spoke again. “For tonight. I really needed it.”
“We both needed it,” Alex said, lifting his head so that he could steal one more kiss. “It was long overdue.”
“Well, now that we know Mark and Christine can take care of the twins, maybe we can steal a little more time with each other,” Jamie said, smiling up at him.
“Maybe we can,” Alex said.
He sat up and helped her to sit, too. Getting his pants back up in the tight space of the backseat proved to be more than a little difficult, and both of them were laughing by the time he got them fastened. Jamie crawled back into the front seat to get dressed in her own clothes.
It was almost sad when Alex started the car, turning it around and starting back toward home. But the twins were waiting, and with that knowledge Jamie felt a new rise of worry. She hadn't checked on them all night. What if something had happened? She hadn't heard her phone ring, but what if something was wrong with it? What if she just hadn't heard? She reached for it in her purse and yanked it out, checking the screen for notifications. There was nothing. Jamie relaxed a little, and sent a text message to Mark asking how the night was going.
The reply was almost instant. Everything’s fine. Kids r sound asleep. No rush.
Jamie let out a little sigh of relief and sank back into her seat.
“Everything okay?” Alex asked, in a tone that said he already knew the answer.
She nodded. “Mark says the twins are sound asleep and that everything is fine.”