Page 133 of Sinful Like Us
To her heart.
I inhale deeply. “You trust me here?”
“Yes,” she says without pause.
Her heart thumps faster beneath my palm, and I glide my hand up higher, tracking across her collarbone in a sensual stroke. Ascending to the nape of her neck. She shudders with a desirous ache against me, and nestling closer, she peers over my side. Eyeing my bare ass.
“Areyoucold?” she whispers, a second from shifting the sweater off her legs, but I stop her.
“No.”
Jane nods, and in the quiet, she smiles at the inked writing across my ass cheek—she’s already traced the letters a thousand times in bed.
Her big blue eyes are poised on me. “You’re my Cinderella, you realize.”
“I know.” My mouth curves upward. “I’m happy to be.”I’m living the fairytale. And this moment feels like one giant escape from reality. We’re stowing away from the bleak situation, where snow could still be falling. Where alongjourney on foot could be ahead of us.
She’s more fixated on my rising lips than my words. Her smile brightens my whole world, and as she drops back in the cocoon of warmth I create, she whispers, “One more time, before we have to leave the car…can you…?” Flush stains her neck, but she never wavers. “Mr. Moretti—Thatcher.” She blushes more.
“Jane.”
She tilts her chin. “Would you be so kind to spread my legs and fill me?”
I harden, and my blood cranks to a swelter. “Anything you want, honey.” With one swift movement, I pull her further down between us, so she’s in line with my cock, and a noise ejects from her mouth along with, “God.”
I sheath my long shaft with the last condom, and I stretch her leg higher over my waist. She extends her other leg as well as she can, holding steady beneath her knee.
Still on our sides, I cup her face, which is down at my chest, and the swollen head of my erection nudges against her glistening folds. I flex my hips forward, edging inside Jane, and she gasps, pleasure washing over her features.
I grit my teeth, jaw locking. Blistering sensations escalate towards a peak.Overwhelming.Sweat builds again as I rock against my girlfriend, her soft breathy gasps warming my chest.
This position is fuckingtightas all hell, and her calf spasms. I gather her in my arms and seamlessly shift us upright, her back to the seat like she’s sitting.
My head almost touches the roof. With my knee on the cushion, my other foot on the floor of the car, I have two perfect handfuls of her ass and I thrust with a deep, annihilating pace. Jane watches my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
“ThatcherThatcherThatcher,” she cries, fingers gripping my shoulder. “Yesyes,oh God.”
“Fuck,” I groan between clenched teeth, my muscles flaming in primal hunger.
She’s gone, just completely engulfed by our passion, and I love her—Iloveher.
I clasp her cheek again, and she looks up at me. I stare down while I pound into her pulsating heat, and she chokes on a gasp, then a sharp sound that rattles my core.
“You okay?” I breathe.
She nods. “Don’t…stop.”
I’m not. Warmth wraps around my cock, the friction skin-pricking, mind-numbing—and Jane rakes her nails down my back.
“Jane,” I groan, fucking her harder.
Her spine arches, and I have her in my arms. I’m not letting go, and we climb towards a soul-fucking climax that shakes her whole body. I tighten up, muscles flexed, and I come with a heavy grunt.
Fuuucking…
I start to milk the unbelievable feeling, pumping slowly inside her swollen pussy—but then, my ears pick up noise from outside.
Snow crunching. Like footsteps.
