“I knew the instant I saw you that you weren't cut out for that world.” Gripping her chin tightly, I raised her eyes to mine.
“How? How could you know?” The deep crystal of her gaze shifted between mine. Darting her eyes back and forth, she dug for an answer.
“You had an air of intelligence. I could smell it, like the panties you were wearing that night.” My teeth bit my lower lip, tugging it in.
Bringing my fingers to her neck, I caressed the bare flesh. Gliding them up and down, she quivered beneath my touch. Goosebumps rolled up across her skin, shooting out like tiny mountains against the snow.
She can't resist me. She's just as drawn to me as I am to her. Otherwise, she would have high tailed it out of here. It's not like I have her locked up and cuffed.
“Heg—” Silencing the sound about to break through, I pushed my lips against hers. Our tongues danced together, twisting and wrapping around each other.
I had to have her, again and again. She was all I had thought about since I first laid eyes on her. Her body, her pussy; it was all intoxicating, filling my dreams every night.
Floating my tongue across the ridges of her mouth, my fingers squeezed her shoulder blades. Pressing her chest against mine, I wanted to tear her from the seat. The giant plastic console dug into my ribs, making the rest of her hard to get to.
Noella dragged her tongue over my lips, biting them softly. Her skin felt damp, the heat of my touch warming her body. Her hips rocked back and forth, knees opening wider as her hands trailed up her thighs.
Placing my hand on the seam of her dress, I jerked it up. “No panties?” I said, my eyes opening wide.
Nodding her head no, she pulled my hand down to her pussy. “What can I say? I hate panties.” Her head fell back onto the seat, rolling to look up at me.
“Then why did you have them on when you were working, and this morning?” Cupping her mound, she moaned loudly.
“Because I don't want just anyone looking at me. And Jeans with bare skin...” Spreading her legs as far as she could, I slid one finger over the wet center. Her thighs shook with my touch, back arching up high. “Mm, yeah.” Her moan fell out like hot liquid from her mouth.
I had just silenced her thoughts.
Noella draped a hand over my hard erection, following the outline beneath my jeans. Pushing firmly against the zipper, it ached to feel her.
And I pained to have her.
Popping the button in one tug, she slid the zipper down. Reaching her hand inside, she gripped my hard shaft and pulled it free. A soft gasp spilled from the back of her throat as I clicked faster against her clit.
She started at the base and worked her way up. Palming the tip, she squeezed hard. I was ready to burst, even before she touched me. Noella was a sacred piece of art, a masterpiece I wanted to consume.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I yanked her over onto my lap. Her dripping pussy slid across the top of my cock, making my eyes roll back. To feel how wet she was, it drove me wild.
“You feel that, huh?” The soft whisper spread across my ear as she bit my lobe. “I've never been this wet before.”
Growling from the back of my throat, I tore her jacket off. Ripping it down her arms, I threw it to the side like a piece of useless garbage. Peeling the top half of her dress down, her tits emerged, nipples poking out and firm.
Squeezing her breasts together, I twisted my head side to side, running my tongue over each soft pink circle. Noella's nails scraped across the back of my neck and up into my hair, tearing at the roots. I was ready, ready to fuck the shit out of her. I wanted her to ride my cock, feel me hit her all the way up in her belly.
Picking her up at the hips, I tried to guide my cock inside. Swiftly, she blocked it from entering. “Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“Why? We didn't use one earlier.” Forcing my tongue up her ribs, I leaned in to bite her shoulder.
“Which was a mistake, no condom no pussy.” Clicking her tongue, she covered her pussy with the front of her dress.
My head fell heavy against the seat. “You know why you're here. Do you think I have any?”
Noella's mouth flicked towards her ear as if she was thinking. “Well, looks like this isn't going any further.” Lifting her leg off my hip, she tried to guide it back over the seat. Her body twisted awkwardly, ass honking the horn as she fell back against the steering wheel.
“Noella, don't. You can't leave me like this.” My hands gestured down to the hard-on standing up firm. “I know you want it,” I said, gripping my cock, sliding my hand up and down the shaft.
The horn blared loudly with her ass still fixed against it, using the wheel for leverage she attempted the maneuver again. Slipping forward, she was pressed against my chest. Her hand ran over my torso, I felt each finger roll over my abs.