Hitting the remote on the keys the doors on the back of the Tesla rise into the air making it look like a bird in flight.
“Get in,” I command.
Scrambling, she climbs in the backseat, a gust of wind lifting her dress in the back giving me a wondrous view of her luscious ass. A loud crack rings through the air when my hand connects with the bare flesh drawing a yelp from her lips.
Climbing in behind her, I press the button bringing down the doors shrouding us in the dark cover of night and the tint on the windows. Enough light shining through the windows to see the flush of her skin and the rapid movement of her breath moving her tits.
“Lean back against the door, Ten. Pull down your panties lower the top of your dress and spread your legs. I need to taste your sweet, sweet cunt on my lips.”
Her eyelids flutter, a lustful gloss coating the brown orbs. I love how my words turn her on. My dick swells when she follows my commands. She’s putty in my hands.
Leaning against the door she shimmies her panties over her hips revealing her smooth skin to me. Spreading her legs, a little, I see a glimmer of her glistening wetness.
“Wider, spread them wider,” I command leaning against the other door, watching.
Following my order, she drops one foot on the floor and props one up on the back of the seat, spreading her legs as wide as she’s able in the confined space.
Unzipping my pants, I take my dick into my hand, squeezing to relieve some of the pressure. Her pupils dilate, her gaze focused on the movement of my hand.
Stroking slowly up my shaft, hearing her gasp while she watches, “Play with your clit, baby. Finger your pussy. Show me how you like it.”
Her shaking hand glides down her body, hesitant when it reaches the apex of her heat. Uncertainty clouding her eyes as she gazes into mine. I’ve never asked her anything like this before. Her innocence makes me harder, her goodness has me jerking my hand faster on my cock.
“Go on, Tennie Girl. Show me,” I encourage.
Her finger grazes her clit, her eyes roll back in her head, her breath leaving in pants. Her finger rubs down through her slit spreading her wetness, her insecurity leaving as pleasure fills her face. Becoming bolder, she adds another finger, slipping one inside while the other thumb’s her clit.
Growling in frustration, I release my cock and stop her hand. I want her to come on me. Positioning her fingers on her clit. “Keep rubbing,” I order, lowering my head I plunge my tongue inside her pussy. Her sweet nectar explodes in my mouth. Her inside clamp, grasping, trying to hold me inside. Her fingers furiously move over her swollen nub, my tongue lashes and licks until she explodes with my name on her lips. Covering my lips and chin with her juices. Her body slumps becoming boneless, her hand dropping to her side.
Sitting straight in the seat I grasp her hand, pulling her up. I grip her hips, slinging her over my lap. Holding my dick in my hand, “We’re not done yet. Kiss me. Taste yourself on my lips while you slide down on my cock.”
“Oh God, Kohl,” she moans. Bringing her lips to mine, she slams down on my dick. Her channel closing around me, she’s so tight. I won’t last long with wetness coating me and body moving above me. Her thighs slapping against my jeans, her knees gripping my hips, she rocks hard up and down. She can’t seem to move fast enough, hard enough. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen, her chasing her orgasm. Her hair splayed across her shoulders, her eyes full of lust, her skin glistening with sweat, her teeth sunk into her lip and her tits bouncing in my face, she’s my every fantasy.
Sucking one dusky peek into my mouth, I reach between us pinching her clit between my fingers using my other hand to slap her ass. She cries out, her pussy sucks me in, holding me hostage inside her heat, covering me in her pleasure.
The tight grip has me matching her orgasm with my own. I explode inside her, with her name leaving my lips like a prayer.
“I love you, Tensanne Craig,” I groan, spilling everything inside her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Dear future husband, when you propose to me please don’t put the ring in my food because I will eat it.
—Tensanne to her future husband
Tensanne
“W-WHAT DID you say?” I ask feeling him softening inside me.
“I-I said I love you,” he stammers.
Shuffling off his lap, searching for my discarded panties, I feel him running down my leg. I don’t know what to say to his declaration. I’m warm and gooey in post-coital bliss but my mind is racing over his words.
Putting my underwear back in place, fixing my dress easing the fear of leaving tracks on Ronnie’s leather seats is gone. “Was it like a heat of the moment love thing?” I whisper quietly, afraid of the answer.
“No. I mean, yes, it was the heat of the moment but the words are true. Look at me,” he orders.
Raising my eyes, I meet his. In the light shining in the window, I see his love reflecting at back at me.
“I love you. That probably wasn’t the best time to say it. I was overwhelmed with the feel of you all around me, the excitement from tonight, but it doesn’t change that I am hopelessly lost to you.”
“Really,” I exclaim, throwing my arms around his neck. Squeezing tight, “I love you too, Kohl. So much.”
Pulling back from me he kisses the end of my nose, “We should get going before Ronnie sends a search party out for her car.”
Climbing to the front seat, we begin the two-hour drive back to campus.
His words continue
