Page 13 of My Fake Neighbor's Valentine

He parks his car beside mine. Our building underground parking numbers are crazy out of order. His parking spot is right beside mine and we are between two wide columns. It is not a great spot for a solo female to park, but ideal for other things.

I jump over to straddle him in the driver’s seat the second he turns the car off. I’m glad I’m wearing a skirt with no leggings under it. I grab him by the hair and kiss him, pouring all my want into that kiss.

“Touch me, fuck me, do whatever you want to me, but do it now. I can’t wait any longer,” I moan.

“Here? Are you sure?” He asks, his hand making soothing circles at the back if my naked thigh.

“Yes, Seth, here. I only want to feel you. I want you to make love to me.”

“I’m gonna help you get the edge off. There is no way I’ll be making love to you in a car. I need the entire space of a bed to worship every centimeter of your body. I need to make sure you are okay with this. You are the most important person in my life, Gracie. Are you sure you can not make it to my apartment? Maybe yours since is one floor closer?”

“Take the edge off. I don’t think I’ll make it to the elevator before literally jumping you. I want you so bad. You do not know how much I’ve controlled myself around you.”

“Even in bed?” He asks.

“Especially in bed,” I say.

He smirks before he helps me zip down my dress, pushing it down to reveal my clothed breasts. He pulls my bra down and latches onto one of my breasts. He playfully flicks and rubs my other nipple between his thumb and index finger. I gasp when I feel a single finger running slowly over my pantie.

With trembling hands, I unbuckle his belt, lower the zipper of his jeans, and pull him out of his confinement. He moves my underwear to the side and rubs that bundle of nerves that makes my entire body shudder.

He inserts two fingers first and sets a slow but steady rhythm. I wrap my arms around him and follow the pace he sets. I feel him pushing in a third finger; the pressure of it feels so good. The car smells like him and the feeling of his heat in front of me while I feel the cold of the winter on my back awakens every nerve in my body.

“Grace, can you reach there for a condom?”

“I can.” I reach into the compartment and grab the small black box. “Oh, they are sealed.”

“You are the only one I’m like this with. There is no one else but you, Gracie,” Seth says.

I smile and I touch myself as I watch him get a sealed wrap, open it, and roll it over his cock. He pushes my skirt higher and guides himself inside me. I slowly sit down and groan at the stretch. His swim short never let his length to the imagination, but it didn’t really show his girth. Not only could I feel him so deep in me, the way he stretches me shy of just being too much makes me wetter. I move my hips, getting use to feeling him before I push myself up. Not pulling him out completely; I still want to feel him inside me.

He grabs me by the hips and helps me set a rhythm. I’m holding onto his shoulders, sinking my nails through his shirt into his skin. The space is cramped since we are in the driver’s seat, but the angle is so good I can’t complain. Saying nothing, he pushes his seat back, and he scoots lower. Seth thrusts up, meeting me halfway and adding strength into it. I gasp and throw my head back, feeling my orgasm building up.

I’m glad I haven’t slammed into the car’s horns. I don’t think there is anyone in the parking lot, but it might alarm the security guy.

He adds to my pleasure by playing with my nipples and I can only moan for more and for harder before my body trembles with the force of my orgasm. After a couple of more thrust, he comes.

“You are coming to my apartment,” He says as we both catch our breath.

He sweeps the hair that stuck to the sweat on my forehead before pulling himself up and capturing my lips with his. “Get ready to be worshiped and come two more times at the very least,” he adds.

I smile before pulling myself off him. We got dress back on and got to his apartment in record time, just to peel our clothesoff again and focus on each other’s body and pleasure for the rest of the evening and early hours in the morning.

Walking up in between his arms feels different today.

It is not like I’ve never woken up in his embrace, but it is not the same. This is the first morning of many that I’ll be able to snuggle closer to my boyfriend. I hear him sigh and his hold around me tightens. He kisses the top of my head before he greets me in that deep morning tone I rarely get to hear.

“Gosh, keep talking with that deep voice and I would need another round,” I moan.

Seth kisses my temple and pinches my nose. “You’ve been hiding this libido from me. I will give it to you one more time when we shower, but I want us to talk.”

I try to sit up, but he stops me. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I want us to be on the same page. I realized we both do or stop doing things to accommodate or assuming how the other is gonna react. I don’t want to do that. I want us to talk about everything. I want you to know and experience me as a safe space to have all sorts of conversations; the comfortable and the uncomfortable ones. I want you to be my last relationship.”

The way my heart skip several beats when he says that. I hide my face in between his neck and shoulder and wait until it feels less hot.

“Earth to Grace,” he calls.

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