Page 38 of Invisible Scars
“I need you now,” she moans, shimmying her hips until my fingers slip under the lacy barrier.
“Need, huh?” I say against her lips, teasing her slit. “What is it you need, exactly, Doll?”
“Make me forget.”
Her words are a punch to the chest, and I weave my fingers into her silky sunshine hair, bringing her face closer.
“Look at me.” When Effie’s eyes meet mine, I penetrate her with one finger, working it deeper into her tight body in increments. Effie bites her bottom lip, holding back a moan, and moves to take off her glasses. “The glasses stay.”
Effie’s nose scrunches. “Why?”
“Because they’re so distinctivelyyou,and there’s nothing in this world I want more than I want you.”
Effie’s breath catches, her eyes welling up with emotion, and she presses her lips to mine with a desperate kiss. Her head throws back with a gasp when I add a second finger.
I keep my rhythm steady, my thumb brushing against her swollen clit as I thrust my fingers deeper inside her. Effie’s body trembles against mine, her moans filling the confined space of the car.
“Jonah,” she gasps, her voice strained with pleasure.
“You’re almost there,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You just have to let me take care of you.”
Effie’s body tightens around my fingers, her breathing growing ragged. The car becomes filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, mingling with the sound of her moans. I increase the speed and intensity of my movements, knowing she’s on the precipice of ecstasy.
Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more, and I gladly oblige, guiding her closer to the edge.
“Just let go,” I say, my voice thick with desire. “Trust me.”
Her grip on my shoulders tightens, her nails digging into my skin, and she cries out my name as her orgasm crashes over her.
“Fuck, Effie, I love the way you come for me,” I growl, twisting my fingers to the spot inside her I know so well.
“Ja… Joe,” her cry rings through the car, followed by a series of whimpers and pleas.
I’m relentless in my pursuit of another climax, working my fingers in her tight body until she’s shaking all over, sobbing from the intensity of her orgasm.
Effie’s forehead drops against my chest, her body trembling in my arms, and I kiss the top of her head. After a few moments, Effie stirs, pulling away slightly. She looks up at me, her eyes heavy with post-orgasmic bliss and vulnerability. Her fingers skim down my chest, and she starts undoing my belt.
I catch her wrists. “Mmm, sorry, Doll. As much as I’d love to, I’m not packing any rubber.”
“I’m on the Depo shot.”
“Doesn’t matter. I don’t go bare. Ever.”
Effie bites her full bottom lip again, her breasts rising and falling with every pant, and she reaches for my belt again.
“I want to take care of you,” she says, and I brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
“That won’t work.”
“Why not?” she pouts.
“The only reason you’re offering a blowjob is because you feel you owe me one.” My thumb traces along her cheekbone. “Knowing that kind of ruins the fun for me.”
Effie’s lip trembles, her eyes welling up with tears. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” I ask, pulling her closer, as close as I can without crushing her in my embrace.
“I shouldn’t have…” She shakes her head and looks away, tears spilling down her face. “We were done. We should have stayed done. This… I’m sorry.”
