She reached back and loosened the halter top of her dress and let it drop so that her dress was a pool of material around her waist. She glanced his way and then took her nipples between her fingers and began pinching and tugging on them. He groaned and she knew he was imagining the same thing she was. His hands, his mouth, manipulating her nipples instead.
He moved the setting to medium. She cried out and her hips rocked on the seat. He turned the car onto the road that led them straight to the cabin. His eyes kept bouncing between her and the path ahead. Her stomach was a coil of nerves ready to burst at the last provocation.
“Unzip your shorts and let me see your cock,” she panted. She wanted to see how hard he was, how excited it made him to see her this way.
He pushed the brake and slid the car into park then made quick work of sliding his shorts and boxers down. His cock popped free, a hard, thick rod she wanted to taste and feel.
“Drive,” she demanded. She needed to get to the cabin, wanted the toy gone, replaced by him.
He shoved the car back in drive and drove a hell of a lot faster toward the top. She was whimpering and gyrating her hips, pinching and tugging her nipples. Her body was screaming for release. She glanced at the remote in his hand. He could give it to her. With one push of the button he could send her over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut fighting to hold on, to keep from tumbling over the edge into the lake of pleasure.
The car stopped and the motor turned off. She fluttered her eyes open. Clint had the door open and was on his knees on the seat beside her. His cock was in his fist. The remote in his other hand.
“What do you want?” His voice was as strained as hers and she knew he was just as ready as she was.
She licked her lips. His cock was so close. She could almost taste it. She slid her seat belt free, almost laughing as her hands fumbled pressing the release. He’d obviously had no trouble freeing his belt. Her eyes locked on his.
“I want you to jack off on me. My face, my tits, wherever you want to.” He groaned and pumped his cock faster. “And when you’re close to coming, when you can feel it. I want you to rev me up to high.”
“Fuck,” he moaned. His hand pumped his cock faster and faster.
She was moaning and wiggling. Pinching her nipples, she licked her lips again and flicked her tongue at him. “Give it to me. Give me all your come.”
The toy ramped up to high and Mischa screamed as orgasm rocked through her. She felt the hot splash of his cum on her chest, her chin and then her pussy. It drove her higher. She used her fingers to bring the taste of him from her chin to her mouth. So good. She loved the taste of him, loved knowing that it was all for her.
She moaned again. “Off,” she mumbled, panting and writhing as the toy continued stroking her.
“Shit,” she heard Clint mutter before the toy finally stilled. She continued to twitch and moan, feeling the phantom strokes over her already-screaming nerve endings.
Clint took his shirt off and used it to clean her up. He gently removed the toy from her, making her cry out again as a tiny wave triggered through her once more.
“Shhh,” he crooned as he used his shirt to wrap the toy up. He gave a weak laugh. “I think I might need a minute before I carry you into the house.”
She remained sprawled out in the passenger seat. “Holy shit! Where did you find that?”
“Jonas,” Clint answered. “He and Jacey have one.”
“Figures Jacey would have it first,” Mischa snorted, making Clint laugh.
She watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his boxers and shorts back up, zipping them but leaving the button undone. She should probably pull her dress up but she didn’t have the energy and, if they were sticking to their naked rule, then it would just be undone again as soon as they reached the house.
She smiled when he bent to lift her into his arms and shut the door for him. She snuggled up, letting her head rest in the groove of his neck and sighed. Most of their trip so far had been spent either sleeping or having sex, with a few meals thrown in here and there. All in all, it was the best vacation she’d ever had.
He slid her onto her feet on the porch so that he could unlock and open the door. Her legs were still wobbly and she let the cabin wall hold her up.
“Want me to pick you up again?” Clint asked.
Smiling, she shook her head. “As long as I don’t have far to go, I’m good.”
Clint nodded his head. “I think we should relax for the rest of the day. Much more at this pace and I think I might have a heart attack.”
Mischa giggled. She totally agreed. Sex was amazing, but then it always was with Clint. He’d been her first and, hopefully, he would be her only. It seemed so many couples were getting divorced. The statistics often scared her. Especially when it happened to people they knew.