It was clear he didn’t know what to say to that. I dropped my gaze and shifted uncomfortably. He winced.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
I tried to move off him, but he broke the awkward silence first.
“I… I’ve got condoms,” he said, his voice uncertain.
I blinked in surprise. Had he been expecting this to happen—or just hoping? I decided either way, it didn’t matter. I wanted him.
“Oh, right. Good.”
I scrambled off his lap and leaned back on my seat, my eyes wide. He reached inside his jeans pocket and pulled out a small pack, then stopped again.
I didn’t know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do but I’d never put a condom on a man in my life. My uncertainty turned to pity as I stared at the stricken expression on Sebastian’s face.
I leaned toward him and ran my hand up his thigh, feeling the denim worn smooth with a thousand washes, then over his erection, tracing the outline greedily. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
I unbuttoned his jeans and his eyelids fluttered but remained closed. I licked my lips, and slowly tugged down the zipper. He moaned softly as I let my hand explore through his boxer briefs. Then I pulled him free and ran my hand down his length. When I looked up, his eyes were burning into me, hot with desire.
Emboldened, beyond bold, I leaned forward, resting my hands on his thighs. I took him in my mouth and moved down, taking him deeper in my throat.
He cried out softly, his hands gripping my shoulders.
I sucked gently and felt his fingers tighten, but it wasn’t enough for me; I wanted more. I sat up slowly.
“I want you inside me, Sebastian,” I whispered.
He nodded, wordless, his eyes blazing and naked.
In the darkness I felt around on the floor until my fingers touched the packet of condoms that he’d dropped moments before.
“I’ve never done this,” I said quietly.
I ripped open the packet and felt the smooth, slightly tacky, almost powdery texture. I frowned, wondering what that would feel like inside me.
“I’ll do it,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I looked up, surprised. “You know how to?”
He looked embarrassed. “Just … you know … for practice. Not with a girl or anything.”
“Oh. Okay.” I didn’t know how to respond to that. Under the circumstances, being prepared was coming in handy.
He reached down to his jeans.
“Wait: I want to see you.”
I pulled the hem of his outer garments to emphasize my point.
I saw his throat move as he swallowed and he closed his eyes briefly, then with one, swift move he hauled his t-shirt and sweatshirt over his head, and tossed them onto the rear seat. He kicked off his sneakers, lifted his hips quickly and pulled his jeans and briefs out of the way.
His skin was silver in the moonlight and I longed to run my hands over every inch of him. But, patiently, if greedily, I watched as he pinched the nipple of the condom with one hand, placing it at his tip, then, he held it firmly in place, and rolled it down his length with the other.
He looked so beautiful and so vulnerable, gloriously naked and trusting. I reached under my dress, pulled my panties down, and wriggled out of them.
Taking a deep breath, I climbed awkwardly onto his lap, facing him, and rested my hands on his shoulders. The steering wheel dug in my back and I wondered briefly if this would be easier on the passenger side, but I didn’t want to unsettle him, us, with more fumbling. And I wanted him. Oh, God, I wanted him.
I ran my right hand down his chest and he shivered under my touch. I could feel his heart beating a frantic tattoo and I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. God, what a feeling.
Moving as carefully as I could in the cramped conditions, I positioned myself over him. Our eyes locked for a second, then I reached down and gripped his erection with one hand, and lowered myself down onto him.
He groaned loudly but I was lost in the sensation of feeling him deep inside me once more. I clenched around him and he gasped, a fleeting look of astonishment on his face. I gripped him again and his eyes flew open.
“Oh, God, Caro!”
I kissed him deeply and his responding ardor scorched me. He ran his hands up my thighs, bunching the material of my dress around my waist so he was cradling my ass, caressing the flesh with his fingers.
Moving my hands to his shoulders, I raised myself off him and watched with delight as his eyes closed and he groaned again. As I slid back onto him, he flexed his hips upwards and I gasped as he thrust into me.
Every nerve ending in my body felt aroused and needy and grateful. I rose and fell again, more urgently, and with each movement he thrust into me.
Sweat broke out across my body as I moved faster and faster. My thigh muscles burned from the awkwardness of the position, but I was barely aware of the discomfort. My body began to tremble but then Sebastian called out, thrust deeply and stilled, burying his face against my chest, his hands still gripping my ass.