Page 76 of Riches and Romance

“Really?” He casts me a sideways glance as he pulls out of the spot and back onto the road.

“Really,” I say and spread my legs on the seat. “See for yourself.”

He keeps his eyes on the road, but that dimple is winking at me as his fingers dance up until they reach the apex of my thighs. He cups me there and presses down. The bolt of pleasure is delicious, but I want more.

“Wait.” I brush his hand away with a saucy smile and hook my thumbs in my waistband. “If we’re doing this, in this sexy car, then I want the full experience.” I lift my hips off the seat and tug my leggings and panties down until I can spread my thighs.

He glances sideways at me and lets out a whistle. “Are you trying to make my heart stop? Putting a fucking banquet in front of me when I can’t eat it.”

When he stops at the next red light, he glances out of the window. “But I’ll certainly take a sample.” He covers my pussy with the flat of his palm, pressing it into my clit. His fingers slide between my lips, and he presses two fingers into me. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

He pulls away when the light turns green and keeps his eyes on the road but keeps his fingers inside me. “Keep your hand on the gear shift and move it when I say.”

I do as he asks, moving the gears until he gets to fourth. “Okay, we should be good until I have to stop again.”

His fingers don’t miss a beat. “You are a really good driver. This is peak level multitasking.” My giggle turns into a gasping moan when he curves his finger inside me.

“It helps to have an excellent copilot, but for what I want to do to you, it’s not going to be good enough.”

“And what is it you want to do?” I ask through labored breaths.

“Let me show you.” He pulls his hands from my body and makes a sharp turn a few streets after Clapham Junction, pullingover into the first empty parking spot we find. It’s a residential street, quiet but not deserted. “Oh my God, we can’t park here. Someone will walk by,” I say even as my hips rock up in search of his hand and the pleasure of its caress.

He grins. “My windows are completely tinted. They would have to come right up close and peer in to see anything.” He pulls up the parking break. “Now, where were we?” Before I can answer, he leans over, takes my nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard.

“That feels so good.” I slide my hand into his thick hair.

He releases my breast and lifts his head and gazes at me with half closed, lust-glazed eyes. “I know it does.” He licks three of his fingers at once and then his hand is back where I need it.

I moan and roll my body, trying to take him deeper.

He groans and adds another finger. “Oh baby, you’re so wet, I want to put my dick inside you. I need to start taking condoms with me when I leave.”

“Your fingers aren’t a bad substitute.” When he lowers his head to my breast, I tug it back up. “I need your mouth on mine. Kiss me,” I pant.

“Whatever you need.” He kisses me, wet and hard, pumping his fingers deeper and rubbing my clit.

His fingers move faster, and my hips keep pace. I close my eyes, my breaths coming faster and harder until the only sound in the car are my moans and whimpers, the wicked, wet slide of his fingers in and out of my body.

He breaks the kiss. “How are you feeling?”

Every inch of my body is tense and focused on the tight, coiling pressure building inside of me. “I’m so close, so close, don’t stop, please.”

He drops his head to my breast and flicks the nipple before he pulls it back into his hot mouth and sucks. It takes less than a minute to get me there, and then pleasure and him and usare all I know. “Oh my God, Omar. Yes. That’s so, so good.” My toes curl so tightly it hurts, and my fingernails dig into the soft leather of the seat as my body rides the seemingly endless wave of my blistering orgasm.

He draws his fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth, closes his eyes, and groans. “You taste so good. I can’t wait to get home and spread you out on our bed.”

“For the rest of the day,” I add and pull my shirt down. I fish my panties off his floorboard but don’t bother putting them back on before I slide my leggings up.

“So was that everything you expected from the experience of being fingered in your boyfriend’s car?”

I turn my head on a languorous sigh, satisfaction pulling my kiss-bruised lips up at the corners. “Everything and more.”

He grins, puts the car into gear, and pulls out of the spot we parked in.

We wind our way back out to Brixton Lane, turn right up the hill, and go home.

CHAPTER 35

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