Closing the small distance between us, I leap into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist, burying my face into the crook of his neck, the all familiar smell of clean linen bringing me comfort.
“Thank you.” I breathe. “For everything ... Can you take me home, please? I want to show my husband how much I appreciate him.”
Rearing his head back to look at me, his eyes full of desire, he walks around the cafe, turning off lights and taking my bag from the counter before placing me in the passenger seat of his truck, grabbing my face and giving me the most passionate kiss that leaves me gasping for more.
Climbing into the driver's seat, he makes no effort to hide the large bulge in his jeans. The rough adjustment of his arousal doing nothing to stop my own. Ace has been a patient man, more than anyone else I've ever known. Reaching over, I place my fingers on his belt, the suggestion of what I want, clear all over my face.
“Drive, Ace. I'm in control now,” I smirk.
This is the start of my little seductive thank you to my husband. To thank him for not pressuring me. To thank him for being gentle and always making me laugh. To thank him for letting me take control when I need to.
“Darlin'? You sure?” he says, the clear look of confusion on his face that I’m suddenly making a move when all we've done is cuddle since everything happened.
I'm sick of being coddled. I want to experience all the things that I never got to and I feel like the door is finally closed on my past.
The bunker is gone.
Literally and figuratively. My husband made sure of that and now I want to thank him.
“Pull your pants down, I want to see your big, monster cock,” I grin.
Sputtering for a second, he does as instructed, pulling his jeans halfway down his thighs. Reaching over the centre console, I loosely grasp his base, stretching down further to cup his balls as an involuntary groan escapes him.
Smiling, I love him when he's like this. Relaxed and sharing the excitement of whats about to happen as he scrambles to push his jeans down further, widening his legs, giving me easier access.
“If you don't drive, I won't suck, and I'm a thirsty girl tonight. Please let me suck your cock,” I feign begging. I'm sure my acting is like something out of a bad porno but he wastes no time in turning the engine over and starting the short drive home.
Half resting on the centre console I reward him, wrapping my lips around his tip and rotating my hand on his shaft. Mila and Charlie both gasped when I said I’d never heard of the gluck, gluck and they promptly educated me with a TED talk on the matter. I continue to suck on his tip, rotating my hand and flattening my tongue to take him deeper. His fingers move through my hair to the back of my head, giving a gentle tug as I move up and down on his length. His low growl combined with the hum of the engine vibrating underneath me only increases my arousal and I pull back, quickly unbuttoning my jeans and sliding my hand inside. My fingers gently circle my clit, a moan of contentment escaping me as I wrap my lips back around him. A loud hiss escaping from him when I do.
“Darlin'? You want me to play with that pretty pussy while you suck on my cock? Let me touch you. I want to feel how wet you are.”
Sitting back I drop my jeans to my knees, moving to kneel properly on the passenger seat. Thank the gods we live just out of town because anyone driving past would get a great view of my ass sticking up on display.
I lean back over him, my throat relaxing a little more so I can take him deeper, my hand still rotating around his base. I can feel him lean to the side ever so slightly, his warm hand rubbing over my ass before his fingers find my sopping pussy. Dragging them once through my wetness before dipping two thick fingers inside.
It takes me a second to realise we are idling in the middle of the road, home is down the road in the distance. There are no street lights out this far and I love that he's stopped us here. We’re exposed enough that this feels fun and sexy but also the risk of someone appearing is practically nil. My gentle giant is always looking out for my safety, even when it's just the two of us.
“Fuuccckk, darlin'. I’m not going to last long like this,” he groans. “Come and sit on my lap. Let me fill that pussy of yours with my cum.”
Circling my tongue once more around his tip I suck on it until it Pops free of my mouth when I pull away. His fingers are still inside me when he pulls me over the centre console with that hand, guiding me over his hard cock until I'm hovering over his tip.
“Ace, let me down,” I whine, as he holds me in the air, not letting me sink down on his length. Chuckling, he places a kiss to the centre of my back, slowly dropping me inch by inch until I'm panting and we're both facing forward.
“I feel so full,” I moan. “I love your cock,” I breathe out into the cab, the windows starting to fog, lost in ecstasy as his fingers find my clit and continue the same circling motion I was doing earlier. I lean back into his chest, slowly rocking my hips against him.
“You’re my everything, Nova. Are you going to come for me, darlin'? Let me fill you up with my cum. I might have to keep filling you tonight as punishment for teasing me. Have you go to sleep with my cock deep inside you.”
His voice is strained and his words are so consuming, the idea of going to sleep with him still in me feels so taboo, it’s enough to tip me over the edge, my cries of ecstasy screaming out in the small space. I feel his cock swell inside me, the bursts of cum as he follows me in my orgasm. Wrapping his arms around me, I turn my head to kiss him, needing to stay connected to him a little longer as our tongues explore each other.
The flash of headlights in the rearview mirror gets my attention and I have no idea how long we've been out here in the middle of the road. I try to pull away from him but his hands hold me firmly in place. If you looked in the truck window it would seem like I'm just sitting on his lap, our clothes are still firmly in place. It's just our lower halves that are bare, Ace's cock still firmly inside me.
“Ace, what if they stop,” I tense.
“Don't worry about it, love. Nothing is taking you from my lap right now. I’ll just wave them around.” He’s so confident in what he's saying that we're both left speechless when the vehicle stops next to us on the road. My Pop’s familiar face glaring at us.
“Pop!” I squeal. My voice is so high pitch it’s obvious we’re up to something.
“Do I want to ask why you're parked out here in the middle of the road at nearly nine o’clock at night?”