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Then his hand pressed against my cleft, making my whole body jolt as a gasp escaped me. The sound was drowned out by his rumbling approval at finding me just as wet as he’d been anticipating.
“Tell me,” he demanded, fingers staying stubbornly still. “How many times did you wake up in bed thinking of me, your pussy drenched like this?”
“Every night,” I admitted, my hips doing a helpless little rock to get even the tiniest bit of friction.
“Every night,” he repeated. All at once, his fingers moved. His thumb pressed against my clit as two fingers thrust inside me. “That sounds familiar,” he added, reaching for my hand and pressing it against the firm outline of his cock against his pants. “Yeah,” he said when my walls tightened around his fingers in response. “Been thinking about how your pussy would tighten around my cock when I’m buried deep inside you.”
My hips did another circle; my head fell back with a moan.
Saul leaned in, his lips going to my neck as his fingers started to work me.
He wasn’t teasing or exploring right then. He was working me with expert precision, driving me up at a ruthless, unrelenting pace, as his tongue flicked the pulse point at my neck.
The world tightened, narrowed, as the orgasm screamed through me, stealing my voice, my breath, and any control I had over my own body, leaving me shaking and shuddering in the aftermath.
Saul’s head shifted up, his lips planting a soft, sweet kiss on my lips as his hand slid out of my panties.
Then he just… shifted back in his seat like he was going to get back on the road.
I wasn’t ready just yet.
I reached for his hand when it moved to shift us out of park.
Then, when his gaze landed on me, I slid my hair tie off my wrist, keeping eye contact as I pulled my waves back into a ponytail.
Saul’s eyes went molten as he leaned back against the seat, his body tense with anticipation.
I leaned across the car, making short work of freeing him from his pants, then sucking him into my mouth.
The deep groan that escaped him had my sex clenching hard as I took him deep.
Saul’s hand slipped to the back of my neck, not pressing, just holding onto me as I started to move up and down his length.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as I moved on him faster and faster, my lips twisting around his length, my tongue teasing across his head as I went.
Saul’s breathing got fast and shallow. His fingers crushed the back of my neck. His hips rocked as he got closer and closer.
“Fuck, I’m—” he started to warn.
I moaned around his cock, and the vibration sent him over the edge.
He came with a strangled groan, his taste flooding my mouth, dragging another little moan out of me as I swallowed his release down.
I took every last drop, then rested my head on his thigh to catch my breath.
Saul’s hand settled on the back of my head as we both found our breath.
His hand slid to my ponytail, wrapping it around his fist and gently pulling until I lifted up, until I was face to face with him.
Then he kissed me hard and long until I swore I felt it in my bones, in my soul.
Only then did he pull away.
“Ready to go save a dog?” he asked, eyes soft.
I was ready to turn around, go back to my house, and lose the next twelve hours in bed with him.
“Yep.”
