Page 19 of Trusting the Fall
Her panting increases, and the most stunning whimper escapes her lips. Her hips tilt and rock, chasing my touch.
“You want more, Bombshell?” I ask.
I continue the motion, slowly gliding down, then dipping inside with a firm thrust, before retreating up again.
“Fuck yes, I want more,” she says with a breathy sigh.
“Open your legs wider, baby.”
She complies, bringing one leg up to rest against the passenger door and pulling her dress up.
My eyes quickly wander over to see my hand buried inside her underwear. Her eyes are squeezed shut, chest heaving, her hips rolling over and over, chasing her release.
“Fuuuuuck.” I thrust two fingers deep inside her, rotating my wrist and pushing harder when I feel the rough skin at her G-spot. Her moans grow wilder, and her hand fumbles with my belt.
“What are you doing?” I ask, continuing to pump my fingers into her, straining to keep control of my legs so I don’t press harder on the accelerator.
“I need to touch you, too.”
Her little grunts of frustration are cute as fuck as, one-handed, she pulls the tail of my belt through the loops. She sighs in relief once it’s free and then pulls at the button.
I’m ready to explode as it is, so I speed up my fingers while grinding my palm down on her clit ring.
The change in pace causes her to pause, squeezing her fist over my still-covered dick while she throws her head back into the seat with a cry. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, just on the precipice of release.
She moans with renewed vigour and launches her body over the console to get two hands on me, roughly pulling at my button and yanking down on the zipper, searching for my cock. We both moan once she has that hot little hand wrapped around me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to have this inside me again.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” I grit through my teeth as she pumps my cock up and down, rolling her thumb over the precum leaking from the swollen head.
“I know you will.” She whimpers. “I tried getting myself off every night this week with the thought of your cock, but I couldn’t get there.”
My heart stops at her words. Knowing she was thinking of me makes me feel less crazed over the fact that I fucked my hand every night to thoughts of her.
“You tried?” I ask, slowing my movements back down to caress the inside of her slick heat, drawing out every deep movement before shocking her with quick thrusts once more. She whimpers and matches my pace with her hand up and down my cock.
I’m ready to spill my pleasure all over her, but I refuse to finish first. She continues to groan and sigh but doesn’t answer my question.
“Answer me, Bombshell. Has this beautiful cunt been aching for release all week?”
“Y-Yes,” she says.
I hum, relishing the thought that she hasn’t been able to get herself there. She craves my touch. Needs it.
“I’m gonna make it all better for you, baby. Would you like that?” I pull my hands out of her, making her whimper in protest, and wet my thumb.
I can’t help myself and stick those fingers in my mouth, savouring the taste of her.
“Fucking delicious.”
My fingers return to her, letting my thumb glide around her pierced clit in little circles while I add a third finger to her dripping core and make firm pumps.
“I’ve got six nights to make up for. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She pants and tugs on my cock with frantic, twisting motions.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come. I gotta look after my girl first.” A tingle at the base of my spine simmers, and I know I’m not lasting much longer.
