23. Victoria

23

VICTORIA

I could feel the heat from Sarah's center as she climbed on top of me in the back of the Carrera. My hips thrust into her as she kissed me. With each press of her lips against mine, my body craved her more.

I let my hand travel up her exposed thigh, the soft skin sending a wave of excitement toward my throbbing slit. As my hand moved higher, Sarah's pleasure quickly coated it. I had only touched her upper thigh, and my fingers were already wet enough to slip inside her again.

A moan escaped my lips. "Fuck, you're so ready for me."

Sarah's head rolled back as I teased her folds with light, broad touches. "You've spoiled me all night. And I want you."

"You deserve to be spoiled." I growled as my other hand pressed into her back, pushing her into me.

I couldn't wait any longer. I slipped my fingers between her slick folds and found her entrance. Beads of excitement lined her slit, just waiting to be used. Pressing my index and middle fingers together, I gently slid inside her.

"God." Sarah groaned, her shoulders dropping as the ecstasy took over.

The grin on my face grew wider as I watched her eyelids flicker closed. With each rub of my fingers against her G-spot, Sarah's body rocked in rhythm. After a few moments, her hands started to explore my body.

She undid the few remaining buttons on my shirt and pushed the fabric back. Exposing my tits and stomach, Sarah bit her lips. "You're so hot."

I laughed, pressing my fingers right against her G-spot. "You're one to talk."

The extra pressure made Sarah whimper, her desperate eyes meeting mine. Her hand drifted down my body as I fucked her, slowly wandering to the top of my trousers. She made quick work of the haphazardly buttoned pants, slipping her hand past the zipper and under the purple panties in one fluid motion.

I could only assume this was one of her first times with a woman since she'd been married to a man for the last decade, and yet she knew exactly what she was doing. There was a confidence in her movements that I hadn't expected. But maybe I'm being naive.

As she went back to massaging my clit, I kept my pace inside her. With each thrust, Sarah lifted her hips slightly and set them down on my hand. Her breasts bounced under her dress with the motion. I used my flat hand on her back to press her closer to me, burying my face in her full chest.

I moaned at the feeling as Sarah kept rubbing my clit.

"I want more." Sarah whimpered, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead.

Grinning up at her, I shrugged. "Do you want to try a toy?"

Sarah bit her lip. "What kind of toy could you possibly have inside such a small car?"

I wiggled my eyebrows at her as I reached around her body to the center console. At the top, my favorite toy waited for me. I grabbed the egg-shaped vibrator and held it in my palm for Sarah to look at.

"What could that possibly do?" She laughed, licking her lips.

Stifling a small giggle, I tilted my head toward her. "Sarah, do you not own any toys?" It was endearing, she had been so sheltered from what the rest of us vagrants had been up to, that she'd missed the fun.

Blushing, Sarah shrugged. "Maybe I don't."

I was already eager to show her what they had to offer. Biting my lip, I asked, "Do you want me to show you?" Once she nodded, I slid off the plastic cover, exposing the small, round silicone opening. "You place it over your clit, and it sends pulses of air to vibrate it."

Raising her eyebrows, Sarah giggled. "Why would you have this in your car?"

With a shrug, I kissed her chest. "I travel a lot, and my car is almost always with me. Plus, sometimes it comes in handy on a long drive. Want to try it?"

Sarah nodded, grabbing the toy from my palm. Gingerly, she turned it on and placed it on her clit as I pushed my fingers back inside her.

Her jaw dropped as the air pulses met her already sensitive clit. "Fuck."

"See? It's a good one." I pressed my fingers against her G-spot as she grinded along with my movements, holding the vibrator to her center. Between our bodies, the toy gave off a residual vibration on my clit.

Within a few seconds, Sarah was shaking under my touch. Her movements grew erratic as her pussy clenched around my fingers. I kept my palm flat to her back, keeping her steady against me as her body lost control.

In a matter of seconds, Sarah was screaming her pleasure. She threw her head back, the blonde hair falling off her shoulder and exposing her collarbone.

Just as her whole body seized, I kissed the sensitive spot between her neck and that delicate bone. She whimpered as her body caved in on itself, hunching over me as she came.

"Fuck." She growled as she gripped the leather seats.

After a moment, her body stilled. She took in a deep breath before pulling the toy from her clit and chuckling. "Well shit."

I smirked up at her. "Is it your favorite now, too?"

With a shrug, Sarah laughed. "I think I need to see how you like it before I decide."

Once I nodded, Sarah brought the toy – damp from her own folds – down to my clit. She massaged the toy into my slit, letting the air pulses envelop my bead. When I whimpered with pleasure, Sarah bit her lip and kept the toy pressed to the perfect spot.

She grinded her hips into mine, gently increasing the toy's pressure against my sensitive clit. My body filled with anticipation, the vibration making me gasp. I leaned back in the seat, watching Sarah's stunning figure as she took care of me. Through her dress, I saw her nipples harden.

My throat tilted open to her as I leaned against the headrest, my eyes rolling back with pleasure. Despite the air conditioner blasting in the car, the rear windshield was starting to fog behind me.

Trying to steady herself, Sarah pressed her hand against the steamy back window.

Before I could slow myself down, my body hurtled toward my peak.

Sarah lifted her hand off of the glass, leaving a perfect print of her hand, and grabbed my chin. Pulling me toward her, she smiled. "I want you to look at me."

Nodding, I forced my eyes open. Just gazing into her perfect blue eyes sent me over the edge. A growl turned into a pathetic whimper as my body gave into her.

"Fuck." I slammed my fist into the leather. My body released under Sarah's touch. As my muscles loosened, she pulled the toy away and turned it off, tossing it on the seat next to us.

Catching my breath, I wrapped my arms around Sarah's waist and pulled her closer. She threw her hands over my shoulders and cradled my head. Sitting there in each other's arms, our breathing synced.

After a minute, I kissed her cheek. "Are you okay?"

Sarah nodded, smiling as she buried her head in my neck. "More than. That was amazing. Are you?"

"Of course I am. You're unbelievable." I confessed into her hair.

She pulled back after a second, meeting my eyes before checking the clock on the dashboard. "Shit. It's late."

Resting my hands on her hips, I nodded. "Ready to go home?"

"I didn't say that. But I should relieve my babysitter." Sarah bit her lip, nervous to mention her kids.

I planted a kiss on her lips. "You got it. Can I pitch in for the babysitter?"

Raising her eyebrows, Sarah giggled. "No, but only because it's my sister and her partner, so it's free labor."

It made me laugh, especially after she winked at me. I gave her legs a squeeze, and Sarah took her cue, hopping off my lap and onto the seat next to me. I could watch her move all night; just the way she held herself made my heart swell.

A part of me wished this could last forever. That we could stay in this car, in this desolate parking lot, and just hold each other.

But reality was just across the river, and there was no running from it.

So I reached for the door handle, seeing Sarah's handprint on foggy glass.

"Sorry about that." She bit her lip, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Shaking my head, I squeezed her thigh. "No need. I might never wash my car again."

Sarah rolled her eyes and shoved me out of the backseat before climbing out herself. Once we looped back around to the front of the car, I watched as she put her seatbelt on and settled into the passenger seat. When she was ready, I put the car in drive and pulled us out of the parking lot.

Beacon was a ghost town this time of night; it was nearly two in the morning. Sarah leaned her head against the window and watched the blocks pass silently as we neared the bridge. Resting my hand on her thigh, I got us on the highway, willing the roads to grow longer as we soared along.

But Sarah's exhaustion couldn't be held off any longer. It only took a few miles of the car's gentle purr to rock her to sleep. The way her eyelids fluttered shut reminded me somehow of falling snow. And each gentle breath she took only made my heart ache for her even more.

I wasn't sure exactly how I'd managed to get Sarah Greenwood in my car, but here she was. We'd broken the seal on whatever was happening between us, and now all we could do is let it ride.