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Thankfully it’s late. The streets are basically empty.
Gina adjusts in her seat. She kneels in the passenger seat and leans over the center arm rest. I move my arm out of her way as she brings her head down to my lap.
“Fuck,” I moan as I feel her warm lips wrap the head of my cock. It feels so goddamn good. I wish that I could participate more. I wish I could put my mouth and hands somewhere on her. But I’m restricted to keeping us from causing an accident. It’s kind of fun though. Not being able to do anything but just enjoy Gina’s touch.
Somehow, we make it back to my place without incident. I pull through the garage door and turn off the car. Finally, I can use my hands for something more practical than steering the car.
Gina can tell we’ve parked, but she shows no sign of being done sucking my cock and there’s no way in hell I’m going to make her stop. I tilt my seat back a little more and reach one hand to her ass. I grab and stroke her ass through her jeans. Even through the denim I can feel the warmth of her pussy as I drag a finger along her crotch.
She takes her mouth from my cock and sits back in her seat on her knees. Gina pulls off her shirt and unhooks her bra and tosses them to the back seat. I take one of her breasts in my hand, massaging it and lightly pinching the nipple as she unbuttons her jeans.
She leans back toward me and kisses me. I can taste myself on her mouth, but it only makes me harder. Her mouth is wetter and softer than usual, warmed up by the work she did on my cock.
With her jeans unbuttoned, I can reach my hand down across her bare ass cheeks. I massage them as we kiss, then move my finger down under her thong, following it until I feel the velvety warmth of her pussy on my finger.
She’s wet. Fucking wet. My finger slides easily between her lips and slightly into her vagina. Gina arches her back, pressing her bare tits against my chest and moans. She puts her hand to my cock as she continues kissing me.
The blow job felt good, but fingering her warm, wet pussy at the same time she strokes my cock feels incredible.
Gina eventually turns back into her seat. She kicks off her shoes and pulls her jeans off as gracefully as she can in the passenger seat of a car. She’s completely naked. I lift my hips and pull my pants and underwear down around my ankles. It’s about the best I can do from the driver’s seat, but when I slide my seat back, it’s enough.
She crawls over the center of the car and into my lap. This is my favorite place to have Gina. Straddling my lap. Naked or not, it always turns me on.
As Gina lowers herself onto my lap, I help her position the tip of my cock to her entrance. She lowers herself down as I feel her warmth wrap around my entire cock. The blow job felt great, fingering her felt amazing, too. But this. This feels perfect. So perfect that I can never remember exactly how good it is, and it’s a surprise every time.
I put my hands around Gina’s waist and slide her up and down my shaft. I love the feel of her waist in my hands. It just fits. I can feel her core muscles tighten and her hips roll under my palms.
Steadily, we move faster. Her moans and yells become louder as she uses the roof of the car to brace herself. I want to take it all in, the look of painful pleasure on her face, the bounce of her breasts, her tight core under my hands, and my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Oh, fuck!” I moan as I watch her pussy take my cock. I move faster, knowing we’re close. I feel her core muscles shiver under my hands and feel the walls of her vagina squeeze my cock. I can’t help but fucking blow inside of her.
Her whole body shakes and she collapses against me. I kiss her neck and taste the light sweat of sex on her skin. She breathes deeply into my chest and I trace my finger up and down her back.
“At least your car didn’t fall apart,” she breathes.
* * *
In the morning, I leave Gina asleep in my bed and head down to the kitchen. Gina’s stayed with me two nights in a row. I don’t remember the last time I spent two nights in a row with someone.
How many more do I have with her? I don’t want it to end, but I know it will. I don’t know exactly how, but I have a sense it will be tragic. The only way to lose something you love is tragically. And when I love something, I lose it. Life takes it away from me. My parents. My adoptive mother. And now Gina. My heart aches as I bring the eggs and toast up to her. I’m in too deep. I’m a fool for letting it go this far.
I open the blinds and Gina rolls over in bed, stretching her arms out and blinking her eyes open. How can I ever leave this woman? The truth is, I don’t think I ever could. But I know she’ll leave me. When she knows who I really am. When she finds out what I’m supposed to do. Or once I do it, she’ll hate me, and I’ll lose her for good.
“Morning,” her face shines at me, brighter than the sun reflecting in my rooftop pool. It’s almost as blinding. My eyes hurt.
I set the tray of food down on the bed and lean in to kiss the top of her head. I close my eyes and breathe in. I record the memory of her scent in my brain. The way my soap and shampoo smell different on her.
“I have to work today.” I lean against the headboard and look out at the rooftop. “I can take you home after you eat.” Gina blinks at me but doesn’t say anything. She nods and continues to eat her breakfast. She offers a forkful of eggs to me. “I’m not hungry,” I sigh.
Gina dresses after she finishes eating. “Do you have an allen wrench I can borrow? I’m pretty sure I didn’t put my bed together correctly.”
I nod and lead her down to the studio. It’s on the opposite side of my building, above the carport. The place was definitely built for artists to have a studio. I use it as my workshop. Gina’s eyes widen as she looks at the electronics workbench. It’s the one I’ve been using most recently, so it’s strewn with wires, batteries, servos, cases, and various electronic sensors and modules.
I head to the metal fabrication section of the shop, the corner with metal stock, welding equipment, a drill press, and metal cut-off saw. It’s also where I’ve got all my tools hanging. I grab an adjustable wrench off its hook.
“Any idea what size you need?”
“No,” Gina calls across the workshop.