I got nothing.
I gripped the shaft in my hand and grinned at the girth. I made a comparison to my wrist and couldn’t decide if I had really skinny wrists, or if his cock was abnormally thick. I focused on my hand and watched as I worked it up and down the length of the shaft.
His breathing became labored, as did mine.
Gripping his dick in my right hand, I traced around the rim of the head with the tip of my left index finger. After a few slow circles, his cock twitched. Startled, I jumped. He flinched.
I wet my lips and prepared to rock his world.
I looked up at him one last time. If he was going to object, it was going to need to be quick. He glanced down at me. Although he fought against it, his mouth curled into a slight grin.
It was all the approval I needed.
I’m going to suck your cock until you forgive me.
Forever.
I wrapped my lips around the head and flattened my tongue against the shaft. Slowly, I worked my dick-sucking magic, taking a little more of him in my mouth with each stroke.
Having him in my mouth made me feel powerful in a sexual sense. Whenever we had sex, I was left feeling like he was in charge—he was doing the fucking, and I was receiving whatever it was he was giving me.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed having him in charge, and loved how he fucked me. But. When his swollen cock was in my mouth, and the sex began and ended with me sucking him until completion, it provided me a sense of accomplishment like nothing else.
When he came, it was all the proof I needed that I satisfied him fully and completely.
His hips began to rise and fall ever-so-slightly, working in perfect timing with my mouth. The soft skin of the head banged against my throat with each stroke—a reminder of his massive length.
I began to work my hand gently along the slippery shaft while I continued to suck, hoping I could bring him to climax.
The music played, the seat belt buzzer chimed, and cars sped by us, but his breathing became more prominent than any of the other sounds. Choppy and labored, it encouraged me to continue with vigor.
I felt his hand gently rest on the back of my head. His hips bucked wildly.
And his warm come filled my throat.
Yes!
I continued to suck until every last drop was gone, swallowing him gratefully.
I returned to my seat, satisfied that I had pleased him. I truly hoped he had forgiven me as completely as he said he did, but it wasn’t the only reason why I wanted to suck his cock.
I wanted to suck his cock because I loved him.
And I wanted him to know it.
I waved my hand in his direction and grinned a grin of accomplishment. “You can fix that mess with your jeans. I did my job.”
He coughed out a laugh and shook his head. “I can’t fucking believe you did that.”
“What?”
“In the car? Really?”
“You didn’t complain. And I thought it was hot.”
“It was hot. It was hot as hell. Just kind of new for me.”
“Nobody’s ever...”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
I stared back at him in disbelief. “Sex in a car?”
“Nope.”
I grinned. “Huh.”
Eventually we exited the highway and ate a salad in anticipation of riding the roller coaster. Afterward, we drove to the theme park and found a place to park Michael’s car without fear of someone dinging it with their door.
We sat in the rather remote parking location, several aisles away from any of the other cars, but well within view of passersby. I really wanted to ride the roller coaster, but the more I looked at Michael, the more I realized how completely I loved him.
“You ready?” he asked.
I simply adored him.
“Are you ready?”
He wrinkled his nose. “For what?”
He must have seen the adoration in my eyes.
I pointed to his belt. “Take off your pants.”
He turned and looked out the window. A mother and her children were walking toward their car in the distance.
“There’s people out there.”
I unbuttoned my jeans and began to push them down my thighs. “Recline your seat. Whatever. But I’m riding that cock. I have to.”
“Why?”
“Because I fucking love you.”
He looked out the window one more time, shook his head, and sighed. Following what appeared to be a short mental struggle, he unbuckled his belt and removed his jeans. “That’s good enough reason for me.”
I got undressed, climbed on top of him, and found a comfortable position with his seat reclined fully. With him flat on his back and out of sight, and my hands on the steering wheel, it appeared to anyone who happened to walk past that I was simply sitting in the car alone.
I tapped my hands on the steering wheel, listened to the music, and fucked Michael like it was the last time I was going to have a chance. I felt I had a lot of making up to do for my foolish behavior.