Page 98 of Poison and Wine
“We’re not doing this. Not here and not while you’re drunk.”
She pouted. “Don’t you want me?”
“Aye, Kitten.”
“Then why won’t you…”
I cupped her face in my hands. “Why won’t I fuck you if it’s so evident I want you?” She nodded. “Because when I finally fuck you, it won’t be some frenzied joining in the back of an SUV where I blow my load after two minutes because you’ve got me so strung out. I’ll have you laid out before me on a bed, so I can see and taste every glorious inch of your body. I’ll take my time with you, so you’ll know pleasure before you know pain. Because that first time is going to hurt no matter how gentle I am.”
Caterina reached for my hands. After taking them in hers, she brought them to her breasts. “If you won’t fuck me, at least touch me.” A pleading look flickered in her dark eyes. “Make me come, Callum.”
I shook my head as I pulled my hands away. “You’ll still hate me.”
“I won’t.”
“Trust me on this one.”
Shifting forward, she once again undulated her hips, rubbing her pussy against my dick. “Don’t you want to be the first man to ever make me come?”
I threw my head back as a guttural groan escaped my lips. Surely I was being punished. Apparently, I’d finally found an honorable bone in my body. Unfortunately, it had to be with my wife’s virtue.
“I can’t do this to you right now.”
“Fine. If you won’t get me off, I will.” After scrambling off my lap and then over the seat, she collapsed onto the third-row bench. With a defiant look in her eyes, she then hiked the hem of her dress up to her waist. After bracing her feet on the edge of the seat, she widened her legs giving me a perfect view of her thong clad pussy.
“Caterina, don’t,” I growled.
Without taking her eyes off of mine, she thrust her whole hand inside her underwear. At her sharp intake of breath, my cock throbbed against my zipper. “You’re really going to fuck yourself in front of me, little virgin?”
“I want to come, and you won’t help me.”
“You’re drunk, and I’ve never made it a practice to take advantage of drunk women.”
Caterina’s dark eyes blazed as she pulled her hand out of her panties, sending a shuddering breath from me. “I’m glad you decided to finally listen to reason.”
The words quickly died on my lips when her fingers came to the waistband of her thong. She ripped it down her thighs before throwing it in my face. The smell of her arousal sent a spasm through me. “Fucking hell, Kitten. Are you trying to kill me?”
This time when she widened her thighs I got an eyeful of her glistening need. “Christ,” I choked out. Her fingers teased her center. She was giving me a slow death. The way her eyes held mine, her smell, her needy pants.
When Caterina thrust two fingers inside herself, her long moan of pleasure sent me cupping my aching cock. Just as I was about to unzip my pants and start jerking off, I remembered we weren’t alone.
I tore my gaze from her pussy to the rear-view mirror where the driver stared wide-eyed into the back seat. “Pull over!” I shouted.
“Sir?”
“You fucking heard me. Pull. Over.”
The SUV jerked across two lanes to the honking of horns before whipping into the parking lot of a Taco Bell. Once the car came to a stop, I leaned forward in my seat. “Take a walk.”
“You want me to leave you, sir?”
“No one but me gets to hear or see my wife come. Is that clear?”
He bobbed his head furiously before he fumbled for the door. “Keep your weapon close, and your eyes open,” I instructed before he hurried out of the car. Once he was far enough away, I slid out of my seat and flopped down next to Caterina. Her hips were lifting in time to her plunging fingers.
“Oh, Kitten, you’re so wet.”
“Mm, hmm.”