Chapter 22
Julian
When we land in Montrealon Friday night, a limo is waiting for us. I ask the driver to take us to the restaurant where I’ve made reservations, then bring the suitcases to our hotel. Admittedly, it’s a little tempting to go straight to the hotel so I can untie the bow on Courtney’s blouse and slide off the rest of her clothes, but that can wait just a little longer.
I get to spend all weekend with her. I am a lucky, lucky man.
“I haven’t been in a limo since prom!” she says. “Should we help ourselves to a drink? Or maybe we could have sex. That’s a thing people do in limos, isn’t it?”
Oh, dear God. It’s impossible not to think about getting her naked. Right here.
I press the button to push up the divider.
She puts her hands to her mouth. “Oops. I forgot about that.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur, and then I kiss her. I slip my hand under her shirt, and she moans as I tweak her nipple. Encouraged, I push down her shirt and bra and take her nipple into my mouth. When she rolls her hips against me, I can’t help unbuttoning her pants and sliding my hand inside her panties, running my finger along her folds.
I’ve been in a limo many, many times before. I’ve made out with a woman in a limo before. But I’ve always been careful to stop it from going any further than that.
However, I don’t have much self-control where Courtney is concerned, and honestly, why not have some fun in the back of a limo? The last two weeks have been all about doing things I wouldn’t normally do. Like baking lemon squares and binge-watching TV shows.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” Courtney says, the last word coming out on a gasp as I slide a finger inside her.
“Mm. I’m saving it for later. But that doesn’t mean you won’t get an orgasm.”
I know her body, and I know I can get her off with just my fingers.
I slide a second finger inside her and thrust in and out as I look at the pleasure written all over her face. “You’re so pretty when you’re being touched.”
She makes some incoherent noises.
God, she feels good, and it’s tempting to take the condom out of my pocket, but I don’t want to show up at the restaurant looking like we just had sex in the back of a limo. My cock can’t help hardening as I touch her, but it’ll just have to wait.
I raise my hand to my mouth and lick her moisture off my index finger, then my middle finger, before licking my thumb. I love her taste. I can’t wait to bury my face between her legs later.
“Please.” She bucks her hips.
I slide my hand back into her pants, my fingers thrusting inside her, my thumb gently circling her clit. Our lips tremble as we look at each other, our faces nearly touching, and then I close the space between us and kiss her mouth. I work my lips over hers, flick my tongue against hers, and I swallow her cries as she comes apart in my arms.
