Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
The heat between us does not diminish. I feel instead like she is pulsing toward me. She’s moving closer with every lock of our tongues as hers comes to meet mine. They wrestle and glide together in an intricate dance that only drives my passion higher.
I keep one of my hands behind her head but drop the other down her body. I move across her collarbone, down to her cleavage, bursting at the seams of her dress.
She doesn’t stop me or pull back. Encouraged, I press her against the back of the seat and bring her body closer to me, hooking my arm around her waist to pull her in, pressing us together.
Only the top halves of our bodies can meet with how we’re sitting in the car, which is not enough. I need more. I turn her even as our mouths continue to clash and devour each other. I help her to move and lay her out in the backseat of my car.
The backseat of my car! I don’t know what she’s doing to me – it’s like she’s turned me back into a teenager. I have no self-control. There’s no way to stop.
I think about holding back, about taking this someplace more appropriate, but when I pull my mouth away from hers for one second, I realize there’s no use.
I want her so badly, and when I see her with her eyes closed, her mouth parted, her lips red and swollen from our kiss, her cheeks heated, her breasts heaving with panted breaths….
There is no way I could just turn around and stop and drive somewhere else. No way at all.
“Jenna,” I breathe, taking her in again, unable to believe what I am seeing. She is perfection. She is a goddess. Her eyes open, and I see no regret in them, no wish that we should stop. Her hands clutch at me desperately, pulling me closer in again, pulling me down to kiss her deeply.
At this angle, I can claim so much more of her. I could be in her so much more deeply, and that only makes my rock-hard dick even harder at the thought of where else I could be inside her.
I need that, and I need it now.
With a groan, I fumble at her skirt, sliding my hands under it hungrily, almost clumsy in my desire. I slip my hands over her soft skin, marveling at it, feeling how pliable she is under my hands.
She lets out a whimper, and I look up to see her face is a mask of desire, so strongly written over all of her features that I know she wants me at least as badly as I want her.
My fingers trace up to her hips, finding the lacey material of her panties there. I can feel the heat from her body. My fingers slip down over the front of her panties, until I feel the heat and wetness of her pussy. She gasps, and I follow her body as she arches her hips upward, her eyes opening wide.
“Oh, god,” she whispers, as if afraid that someone might hear her.
I move my fingers up to the sides of her panties, ready to pull them out of the way –
“Wait,” she says, and I freeze because I don’t want to do anything without her consent. “I should tell you….”
“What?” I ask, panting for breath, unable to hold myself back for much longer if she doesn’t tell me she doesn’t want to.
“I’m…,” she starts, and her voice drops to an even quieter whisper. “I’m a virgin.”
I freeze, not even breathing for a moment.
A virgin?
I hear voices nearby and react immediately, bolting upright in the backseat and yanking her skirt down to cover her up.
Someone’s nearby – and we forgot about our main objective.
I have a feeling we’re about to get caught.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jenna
Oh, god.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
How could I be such an idiot?
I didn’t have to say anything. I could have kept quiet. I could have pretended this was totally normal for me, and I’ve done it a hundred times before.
Why not? He wouldn’t have known unless he did know. Maybe he figured it out afterward and then got upset that I didn’t tell him.
But in that scenario, I would actually get to have sex with him first – which makes this a much better scenario than the one I’m in now.
I saw his face. How horrified he was. And there’s no way he has any interest in me at all now.
At the sound of voices outside the car, he sits upright and quickly covers me up, leaving me to scramble into an upright position as well, just as someone approaches the window.
Unfortunately, we weren’t going at it long enough to have steamed-up windows for our privacy like you see in the movies. Of course, the side windows are tinted black, and no one should be able to see through them. I guess it doesn’t make a difference when they can see through the windshield.