“You bought me a coat,” she whispered, voice shaky and eyes bright with moisture.
“Hey,” I said, cupping the side of her face, “please don’t cry. I couldn’t take it.”
Using the pad of her thumb, Adele followed the bottom curve of my lip all the way around to the top, watching it the whole time. When she rested it in the middle of my mouth, pressing down so that it was like I was kissing her finger, she finally met my eyes.
Without a word, Adele shifted backward on my lap so she could reach her hands down and undo the buckle of my belt, pulling down the zipper and reaching in to pull my cock out with a tight fist, making slow twisting motions from root to tip. The lack of light around us made every movement of her hands, every touch of her body against mine heightened. We kissed, slow and deep, tilting our heads so we could explore.
I ran my hand up her stomach and only stopped when I reached the satin edge of her bra. Tugging it down, I used my thumb to rim circles around her nipple. The cold metal of her piercing grazed the edge of my thumb, but I didn’t move away from the edge of her areola. The tight, rippled flesh against my skin made my mouth water, because I knew how good it would taste, but I didn’t move to bite at it, because everything in the moment felt slow and steady. Like someone had plunged us underwater, muffling the sounds and sights around us.
We laughed into each other’s mouths while she struggled to fit her legs on either side of my hips until I finally reached down to slide my seat back so we could actually fit.
When she settled and rose up over me again, we stopped laughing. Our mouths met in long, lingering kisses. Adele canted her hips in small back and forth motions, positioning my cock so that the hot, wet flesh of her pussy slid across it. She’d stop when her clit hit the head of my dick and make these tiny mewling sounds. Sounds that I swallowed with my mouth, not wanting to lose them into the empty spaces of my car.
It had gotten so dark out, I could barely make out her facial features. I ran my hands up her back and twisted them into her hair, not gripping and pulling like I normally would have, just luxuriating in the smooth feel of the strands. We both shifted at the same time and my cock almost slipped in. Adele froze at the exact moment I did, our gazes locked.
“There’s a condom in the center console,” I whispered against her lips. I couldn’t tell what her reaction was, whether she was disappointed that I wasn’t ready for that step, that I didn’t trust her enough to slide bare into her hot, drenched pussy. I was clean, that wasn’t the issue. I was clean as a fucking monk, but I wasn’t about to risk any baby Adeles at this point.
While she leaned over to open the compartment, she kept poised right where we’d almost slipped. She was so scalding hot, so wet that it would take nothing, just a deep breath, and I’d slide right in and probably want to die at how good it would feel. But I used my hands and coasted them up her thighs again, pushing her skirt up around her waist, coming around to dig my hands into the firm globes of her ass. Using her teeth to rip open the foil package, Adele dragged a free hand down to cup her breast, lifting it up toward my mouth like an offering.
I closed my mouth around the nipple, drawing her deeper into my mouth, flicking the piercing with my tongue in short, quick movements that had her cursing and undulating over me again.
I released her tit with a loud pop, glaring up at her because I wanted to fuck her so badly I thought my skin might combust. “Get the damn condom on, Adele.”
With quick, practiced movements, she pinched the top of the condom and rolled it efficiently down my hard length. I couldn’t even give a flying fuck that she’d obviously done it a few times, I just needed in. Once she took her hands off me and gripped the back of my head again, I fisted the base of my cock, lifted her up slightly with my other hand and notched the head into her pussy. Our eyes met and held while she sank down oh so slowly, until our thighs met, until I was completely wrapped up in her warmth, the walls of her pussy clamping down once like she’d squeezed.
“Ohhhhhh shit,” she groaned, staying still for a moment while she adjusted to my size. Then she started to move. Just small movements, up and down and up and down, like she was reticent to rush us through to orgasm. Moving my hands from where I’d been gripping her hips, I wrapped my arms around her waist and dropped my forehead to her throat.
My heart beat like a bass drum in my chest and I actively tried not to crush her ribs, I was holding her so tightly. Those tiny rocking motions of her hips went straight from my cock into my veins, the sensations so overwhelming, chasing and rolling after each other until I couldn’t decipher their origin.