Page 33 of An Engagement Pact

He explores for a minute and then slides two fingers all the way inside me, spilling the moisture there and pumping them deliciously until I’m on the verge of coming.

Then he presses into my clit with his thumb, and an orgasm breaks hard and fast. I shake helplessly as the pleasure moves through me and have to bite my bottom lip to stifle the loud sound of release.

Then he’s pushing down his shorts and pulling out his erection. I try to look at it between our bodies, but I can’t get a very good view because of the close quarters and the low lighting.

But he feels good. Firm and thick and exactly right as he lines himself up at my entrance and slowly starts pushing in.

His face contorts as the penetration deepens. Something shudders inside him as he holds himself almost still.

He’s trying not to lose it, I realize with a thrill. He’s so into this he’s worried he’s going to come too soon.

I part my thighs wider and hook my heels around his legs to make the position easier. He groans out loud as he sinks in all the way.

“Dan,” I breathe, breathless and stretched and so full of sensation that it feels like my head might explode.

“Yes,” he grunts, pulling back and pushing forward in a tight, little thrust. “Damn, you feel so good.”

“Dan,” I say again, this time in almost a whimper. Despite my orgasm just a minute ago, my body is already craving more. I need it desperately. I can hardly stay still. I roll my hips.

“Yes,” he hisses and then starts to thrust for real. He begins steady and slow, but the restrained pace doesn’t last very long. I keep bucking my hips to meet his pushes and eagerly urge him to take me harder and faster.

He does. Soon he’s fucking me so vigorously my body is jiggling and the car is rocking slightly. It would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so incredibly hot.

I’m matching his motion with shameless enthusiasm and clawing lines down his back beneath his shirt. I’ve given up trying to restrain my vocal responses, so I’m huffing and grunting and making silly sobbing sounds as I get closer to the edge.

Then I’m finally there. I cry out loudly as my body erupts with another climax.

Dan lets out a hoarse exclamation as my inner muscles clamp down around him and my legs squeeze him tightly. Trapped in place, he pushes hard a few last times and then comes himself with a loud wordless sound, releasing himself in several jerky spurts until we both work through the final tremors.

We lie like that, panting desperately and tangled messily together for a couple of minutes. Then he lifts his head and stares down at me.

I give him a little smile because I can see very clearly he’s checking to see if I’ve already changed my mind and am regretting it.

He relaxes and smiles back. “You feel okay?”

“Oh yeah. I feel pretty damn good.”

His smile widens. “Me too. I’ve never lost control like that before.”

“Me either. I actually never believed people got suddenly overwhelmed in that way. Who knew?”

He chuckles and gently eases himself off me, slipping out of me and then pulling back up his underwear and shorts.

I sit up and reach down to slide back on my panties and shorts. I never did take off my socks and shoes. I’m wet and sloppy between my legs, but I’ve got nothing back here to clean myself up with.

Dan gives me a quick, sidelong glance as he finishes straightening his clothes. “So...”

“So.”

“Where do we go from here?”

I know what he’s asking. Exactly what he’s asking.

And I have no answer for him.

With no choice but to tell him the truth, I admit, “Honestly, I don’t know. This happened so suddenly. I don’t regret it. I promise I don’t. But I don’t... I don’t know...”

He nods, letting out a long breath. He doesn’t look disappointed or annoyed or impatient. Mostly just understanding and slightly resigned. “I get it. Completely. Why don’t we just leave it alone for right now? We’ll keep on with our original plan. No pressure. And if we want to have sex again, then we can.”

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