Page 59 of David's Love

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Elizabeth…” he says in that sexy voice of his.

My name on his lips is always a gift.

I run my other hand down, tracing his crisp dress shirt and the lapels of his jacket. My touch moves past his belt and rests on his bulge.

He is hard––so hard that I’m surprised I’m not already straddling him and ruining my makeup and my hair with a bucket of sweat from exertion.

“It was only because of sex?” I ask, stroking him through his pants.

He winces and smiles, visibly uncomfortable as the tension becomes too much.

Shifting slightly, he runs his zipper down and pulls out his erection.

“It wasn’t only because of sex,” he says, his very gesture at odds with his words.

Luckily, we’re parked away from people and traffic, a pitch black night surrounding us.

He also adjusts his seat and slides back a little, making room for his legs. Finally, he looks at me and wraps his hand around my neck before bringing me to him with fervor and impatience.

Our kiss is steamy and deep, dripping with passion.

My hand is on his hard length as he lifts up my dress. I’ll be… damned.

He runs his hand inside my panties and strokes me like he’s spent the entire day thinking about this moment.

Wet arousal coats his fingers when he slides two in.

“David…” I quietly protest, not actually protesting.

“Come for me now.”

I was about to come about five times since we started doing this.

It’s just that I’m hot, and my dress feels like a meshwork of plastic against my skin.

“I’m sweating,” I say, and he runs his thumb over my upper lip to remove some of that sweat.

I want him so badly.

“Take it off.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. Take your coat and dress off,” he says, removing his jacket and dropping it on the back seat.

I shed my coat and pull my dress over my shoulders.

He yanks my clothes away and tosses them in the back before running a hungry gaze over my body.

I went all the way with my sexy outfit and pulled all the stops, replacing the nylons with thigh high stockings.

He grabs the bare part of my inner thigh and slides his fingers into me again, his mouth on mine, his hard-on standing at attention, meeting my hand.

I run my fist down and then up and rub the tip of his erection with my thumb.

He surely knows how to work my sensitive spot inside, and my blood runs wildly.

I lean into his touch while pressing my chest against his torso.

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