Page 38 of Passionate Defense

“Lord, Ethan,” she exclaimed, out of breath. “When you do that, I’m not sure whether to hide my eyes in embarrassment or jump your bones.”

“The latter, by all means.” He leaned over and pulled a black velvet bag out of the glove box. Dropping it on her belly, he ordered, “Put your feet on the dash, spread your knees wide, and use this. Have fun with it, but you’re not allowed to come.”

Curious, she opened the pouch and removed a bright-pink metal vibe. About four inches long, she turned it on, noting it had several settings: low, medium, high, and pulsate.

“Start on low. We have a way to go before we get there, and I want you to last.”

Lanie got right to work, running the vibe all over her pussy, teasing her clit for a moment before trailing down her inner folds and slowly penetrating to the hilt. The short vibe didn’t go deep, but it fit right against the sweet spot just inside toward the front. Unable to tolerate it long, she moved the vibe all around, returning now and then to glide over it.

“I could watch you play with that gorgeous pussy all day.”

She peeked up at him. His eyes were locked between her legs. “Hey! You’re supposed to be driving, not looking at me. Don’t get distracted and run us off the road.” Her voice was hoarse from breathing hard, but he ignored it, and her warning.

“Turn it up to medium and tease your clit.”

With a slight shift of her fingers, the smooth metal toy contacted her nerve center. Her lips fell open and she panted, trying to maintain control and not come as he ordered. Her half-lidded eyes switched to his face. He was dividing his attention between the road and her pussy. Not a good or safe way to travel.

“Respectfully, sir,” she gasped, “if you swerve, I’m stopping. This is as unsafe as texting and driving.”

With a growling sound of frustration, he sat up straight, both hands on the wheel. “You’re right. It’s hands off for me from now on, but that doesn’t mean you can’t play. Switch it to pulse and slide it inside. Then unbutton your blouse. I want to see those beautiful tits sway with every bump and pothole.”

Being commanded to play with herself for their mutual enjoyment only made her hotter. Immediately responsive to his orders, she opened her blouse and once bared to him, went back to playing with the vibe. When the car started jumping and thumping, she glanced up and saw that he was riding the yellow line of the shoulder and bumping along the row of reflectors. Ready to fuss over his distracted driving, she noticed his eyes were shifting between the road and her breasts, which jiggled and shook obscenely in the jerking, jouncing car. She also noticed his shit-eating grin and had to laugh.

“You are quite naughty, Professor. And if you keep this up, your suspension and shocks will be shot by the time we get there.”

“The show was worth it.” His grin became a leer as he reached over and tweaked a nipple. With one more ogling glance, he moved back onto the smooth road. Sighing, she returned to her play, content to be his own personal peep show if it pleased him.

By the time Ethan exited the highway onto a secondary road, Lanie had become a moaning, frustrated mess, and the car was full of the scent of her arousal. He slowed the car, searching for his landmark. A moment later, he downshifted and pulled onto a wooded lane. “Almost there. Turn that sucker on high and work your clit until we get there.”

Completely occupied with holding off an orgasm for the past hour, Lanie had no clue where “there” was. But she obediently complied and maxed out the vibe. For a little thing, it sure packed a punch. Grunting and shuddering and beginning to sweat, it was all she could do not to come as the untiring vibe buzzed away.

When the car hit a deep rut and bounced in and out, Lanie yelped as the vibe slipped south and penetrated. Her eyes flew open to see why they were bouncing and jostling about. Ethan braked and slowed, having hit a rough patch of road.

“Sorry. I didn’t know the road would be so rough. Are you okay?”

“No. I can’t take much more. Are we there yet?”

“Yep. Have a look.”

Raising her head, she peeked between her feet and through the windshield at the sprawling beach house up ahead. In the fading light, she could make out the lush yard, a host of well-tended flowers, and the dark blue of the ocean in the background. It was lovely, but her orgasm-deprived body couldn’t process it all. She needed Ethan.

Fortunately, Ethan was in the same condition. After pulling into the drive and turning off the engine, he slid his seat fully back. He had his pants open and his boxer briefs shoved down in a blink. Hard, long, and weeping pre-cum from the tip, his cock sprang free.

“Come here,” he demanded roughly. “I have to have you right now.”

She scrambled across the middle console and climbed on top. Urgent with need, he guided her over his thighs and pulled her down onto him, impaling her with one upward thrust. Their matching groans were a chorus of ecstasy.

“I’ve wanted inside you since you searched for your phone with your butt in the air in this tiny skirt.”

Gathering her hands in one of his, he anchored them at her back, which thrust out her breasts. He sucked one hard tip into his mouth, nipping it occasionally to keep his hold as she bounced and undulated on top of him. His other hand gripped her ass and urged her faster. His fingers barely registered on her still-tender behind, her sole focus the pleasure he was building between her legs.

It was a furious joining of writhing bodies. Despite the cramped space and awkward positioning, they soon flew apart in each other’s arm. As Lanie came, she arched, and her elbow hit the horn. Any other time she’d have been mortified, but during the height of her orgasm, she didn’t care who knew her husband was giving it to her in the front seat of their beamer. She screamed as he shouted, their commingled sounds of ecstasy rebounding off the glass in the steamy-hot vehicle. Then, the tension left them, and they collapsed against each other, spent.

Ethan recovered first. “Welcome to The Cape.”

“Cape Cod? Really?” she asked, twisting in his lap. “Oh, Ethan, how wonderful! I’ve never been here before.”

He gently pried her off him and set her back in her seat. “You’re in for a treat. A weekend full of sun, sand, and relaxation. Plus, lots of sex.”

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