“Oh, God,” I say in a half-whisper, half-moan.
He puts his free hand on my hip, helping me, guiding me down. I’m finally able to go back to both knees, but I have to stop before he’s fully buried inside me. It’s too much.
I close my eyes and wait.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “It’s . . . awesome.” I smile, feeling a warmth come over me as his finger moves in small circles. I lift up experimentally and then go down again, enjoying the feeling of our bodies so close, this big beast of a man inside me. The windows are completely steamed up, impossible to see into or out of, and I’ve convinced myself we’re a million miles from anyone else.
“You feel so good,” he says, his breath ragged.
I put my hands on his shoulders, holding on for dear life. I’m afraid I’m going to break something inside me if I ride him like I want to. He said to take it slow and that’s what I’m going to do. Dammit! I want to go faster!
My breath comes out choppy, as I try to control myself.
“Let it go,” he whispers, like he’s reading my mind. “Let it happen. Do what you need to do.”
My hips roll in small circles as I move up and then down again. “Fast, yes, that’s better,” I say mostly to myself. My eyes are closed now. The darkness swirls around me, and I let myself get taken over by the sensations.
With every second that passes, the need to find my release pulls at me, drawing me in deeper. I relax and take more of him into me.
“Yes, that’s it, babe. That’s it,” he says, pushing his hips up to meet me.
The seat starts squeaking in rhythm with our movements, and I’m sure the car is rocking too, but I don’t care! Let the world know what I’m doing! I’m having sex in a Phoenix with a giant who’s proportional, and it’s awesome! Woo hoo!
Noises start coming out of my mouth that I have no control over. I only halfway hear them anyway. I’m close . . . so close. Just a few more strokes, a few more . . .
“Oh my god!” I yell, laughing and crying at the same time as I cling to Dev. It came out of nowhere! Fireworks! Explosions! Fans cheering! I hear it all in my head when the end finally comes and the orgasm takes over my whole body. I yell like a banshee as my body pulses with the release, and Dev roars like a sexy and very pleased lion. I cling to him, a drowning woman with him as my lifejacket. I feel him throbbing inside me as he finds his own release.
A few seconds later, coming down from my sexy high, I realize how sweaty I am. My face literally slides off his as I pull back. I stare into his pale face as drops of salty water pour down his temples.
“Wow,” I say, wondering how I’m going to extricate myself from this mess I’ve made. Sex in his car? Out in the parking lot? I must be high. Did I even have one alcoholic drink? I don’t think so. There’s no excuse for my behavior except that being with Dev makes me lose my mind. In a good way, though. I’m not going to let myself have any regrets over this.
He leans in and gives me a kiss right on the lips. It’s chaste, but slow. Sweet. Kind. My heart folds in on itself and then explodes. Oh, crap. I am in so much trouble.
“You make me happy,” he says. Then he spanks me on the side of my butt. “Ready to get out of here?”
I nod and then execute the nearly acrobatic moves it takes to un-impale myself from his still semi-hard erection, so I can fall onto the seat next to him and put my panties back on.
I’m not sure whether I should be embarrassed or proud at this point. Thank goodness he’s not staring at me, because I’d probably burst into tears. Not that I’m sad. Just confused. Floating in the ether. Wondering what in the H-E-double hockey sticks is going on with my life. It’s like I’ve entered the twilight zone or something. Maybe I am having a midlife crisis. Maybe I should shop for a Corvette tomorrow.
“I’d like to stay out later with you,” he says, “but I’m afraid my mother wasn’t really prepared for that.”
I look over at him. “You were just going to have a drink with your date?”
He takes his time answering. “Yeah. I just . . . It seemed like the right thing to do.”
I pause in the process of sliding my shoes back on and look up at him. “The right thing to do?” What does he mean?
He looks out the window for a few seconds before turning back to me. “I had a really nice time with you last night. It didn’t seem right to take another woman out for a regular date after that.”
I have to bite the insides of my cheeks really hard to keep from smiling like a loon. I nod. “Sure. I get it.” My voice gives me away. I wanted to sound cool, but I don’t. Not at all.