Page 95 of Tangled Emotions
“Oh.” She smiled and put her hand on her chest. “My bad.”
Paul reappeared and came around the counter with a twelve pack. “On the house.”
“Thanks.” I gave him a fist bump and made my way back to the car. “Miss me?”
“Maybe.” She turned to see the box as I set it in the backseat. “That’s my favorite.”
“What is it?”
“A coffee stout.” She crossed her legs, showing me some of her thigh.
“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites too.” I reached over and rested my hand on her thigh. “How much time we got?”
“About fifteen more minutes.”
Nodding, I drove over to Nonna’s pizzeria and found a dark corner to park while we waited. Moving my seat back, I leaned over to slide my hand up her thigh. “Lean your seat back.”
She fumbled around until she found the control, then reclined.
“Mmm, the way the moonlight shimmers on your skin.” I slipped the panel of the dress open, exposing her leg. “So soft and smooth.” I flipped the other panel open, and my fingers walked up to her covered pussy.
Tapping on the top of the panties, I looked up at her. “These are in my way.”
“Then we should fix that.” She reached down and hooked her thumbs under the waistband, lifted her hips, and slid them down to her knees.
I pushed them down the rest of her legs, and watched her move her feet, letting them pool on the floorboard.
“Gimme those.”
She adjusted to retrieve the small bundle of black satin and lace and handed them to me.
I brought them to my nose, inhaling her scent. “You smell delicious.”
“Then I guess I know what you’re eating when we get to our room.” Her voice deepened, and I felt goosebumps break out all over my skin.
Opening the glove box, I tossed them in, closed it and ran my hand up her leg to the top of her mons. Her legs fell open, and I slid my fingers down, teasing her slit.
“Don’t tease me.” Her voice trembled.
I pushed my finger into her tight channel and her moan filled the cabin of the SUV.
“When we get to the room, I’m going to be on my knees, holding you up while I eat this pussy until you come all over my face.”
“Frank.” She moaned, sliding down in the seat.
“You like my finger filling you, getting you ready?”
“I like your mouth.”
“My girl likes dirty talk?” I added a second finger in and pumped them in and out. “You like when I finger you?”
“Hell yeah.” She shivered. “Your fingers feel so, so, so good.” Her hips moved in time to my thrusts.
“Rub your clit for me, baby. Let me feel your juices coat my hand.”
She didn’t hesitate. The moment the words left my mouth, she moved her hand down and circled her clit.
“Slow down, baby.” Her face showed the pleasure she felt, and she looked gorgeous.