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Pov Sarah Thompson Stins
The heat in the car was suffocating... but it wasn't just because of the sun outside; it was his touch.
Edgar's big hands were still on me... groping me.
I remained on his lap, my body pressed against his, smelling his scent, the woody perfume, and tasting his mouth. Our kisses were more intense, wetter... more desperate.
My tongue danced with his, and the muffled sound of our sighs filled the closed car.
I ran my hands over his shoulders and began to slowly take off his shirt... Button by button... I discovered his warm skin, his hard muscles, and the chest hair I loved so much.
Edgar looked at me as if he were starving... I wanted him to satisfy his hunger.
“Sarah... I'm going to lose control,” he whispered hoarsely. His voice was so sexy that it already had me wet...
His lips brushed against my mouth.
How delicious... I wanted him to continue.
“Do it, Edgar,” I whispered back, pulling his shirt up to his arms and throwing it on the back seat.
Edgar then took action... kissing me again.
But now... with more urgency.
His hands touched my breasts.
His reaction was one of surprise and, at the same time... desire...
He realized I wasn't wearing a bra...
Yes... I wasn't wearing one...
“Damn, why did you come like this? To tease me? All... hot for me,” he moaned, squeezing my breasts firmly while kissing me hungrily.
My nipples hardened at his touch... and he liked that.
So did I.
Edgar kissed my neck quickly, then bit it slowly.
My whole body shivered.
His warm tongue ran down my neck and then... on my collarbone.
Then it went down to the middle of my breasts...
I sighed loudly when he pulled my dress down, revealing my breasts completely.
“Edgar...” I moaned, biting my lip.
He stared at me for a second...
I saw that hungry look.
My excitement grew.
I wanted him... so much.
Then Edgar lowered his head, sucking one of my nipples hard, making me moan.
His mouth was so soft, delicious, warm... Oh my God.
“Ah... fuck... yes...” I moaned, throwing my head back.
While he sucked one breast, his other hand squeezed the other one hard, massaging it, teasing it, and playing with the nipple between his fingers. My hips started to move on their own, seeking more of him.
“You're so hot, Sarah... so mine...” he growled against my chest.
I slid my hand down to the waistband of his pants, feeling the bulge pulsing, hard, hot, throbbing for me.
I wanted him... I wanted to feel him.
I slowly unzipped his pants and took out his penis...
It was throbbing under my hand.
He wanted me... oh, how delicious.
“Someone might see...” he murmured, staring at me with dilated pupils.
I smiled and leaned my face close to his ear and bit his earlobe lightly.
“The windows are tinted, remember? No one will see... And even if they did... let them see you fucking me so good in here,” I said, smiling, feeling the shame disappear in that moment.
Edgar grunted...
He squeezed my waist firmly, as if he wanted to tame me right there.
But I was in control now.
I held his penis firmly, pulled my panties aside, and placed the head of his penis at the entrance of my vagina.
It was hot.
Wet, completely ready for him.
I felt him enter... inch by inch... Filling me up, making me moan against his ear.
“Ahhh... that feels so good, Sarah... so hot...” he moaned, burying his face in my neck.
I started to grind slowly, feeling him settle inside me.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body.
“Do you really want me to fuck you here?” he asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes locked on mine.
“I do,” I whispered, biting my lip. “I want it so bad... now... really hard... deep...”
He growled.
He held my hips tightly and began to move me hard, going deep, strong, fucking me with all his strength, making me see stars.
“Yes, Edgar... deeper... fuck me...” I begged, shamelessly, moaning loudly.
The car rocked, the smacking of skin against skin echoing in the enclosed space.
I felt everything, every nerve in my body on fire.
“Say you're only mine, Sarah...” he demanded, his eyes dark with lust.
“I'm yours... only yours...” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me... fuck me hard... I want to come...”
Edgar began to thrust harder, his strokes quick, intense, raw.
My screams muffled in the crook of his neck, I felt the orgasm rising, coming like a wave... closer and closer.
“Come for me...” he murmured, squeezing my ass, pulling me hard against him. “Come.”
And then...
I exploded.
I came screaming his name, my whole body shaking, my muscles contracting around his cock.
And he moaned loudly, coming with me, buried deep inside me.
I let myself fall against his chest, panting, sweaty, satiated.
The air was still heavy, the smell of sex permeating the car.
There, in his lap, feeling his heart racing against mine, I smiled.
Because that was what I wanted.
I had felt him on top of me... Oh, how I had missed him... feeling him.