Page 42 of Grease Monkey
“Say something.” I laugh, itching the back of my neck in response to her reaction. I’ve obviously shocked her to silence.
“I… I love you too.” She smiles, blushing so damn prettily. “I don’t want there to be an expiration date with us anymore, Teddy.”
Wrapping her legs around my hips, I lift her from the car. My lips never leave her skin as I walk to the car door, slapping my hand around, looking for the handle before Ana angles her body and tugs it open.
“Maybe if you put me down, Teddy…” She laughs breathily, “It’ll be easier.”
“Fuck no,” I say, kicking the door wide with my foot and bending slightly to maneuver the seat forward, and carefully thread her through to the back seat. “I’m never letting you go, Ana. Never.”
She lies on her back, those golden curls framing her beautiful face and cascading down the refurbished leather. My cock hardens in my pants, and I slowly climb my way on top of her.
“Say it again.”
She smiles, her eyes twinkling from the streetlamps surrounding the parking lot.
“I love you.”
I grin. “Fuck yeah, you do.”
Our lips meet in a frenzy. I never knew it could be like this—frantic, all-consuming, needy—but Ana brings those things out with an intensity I know nothing in life will ever match. She’s it. She’s the one I’ll never let get away. What’s that saying? When you know, you know? Well, I fuckingknowMorgana Adler was made for me. The other half of my soul, and then I hear the snapping of pieces clicking together.
I need her. All of her.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I murmur against her lips, rolling my hips against her so she can feel just how bad that want is.
“What? Here? Now?” she squeals, wriggling beneath me and pushing at my shoulders.
“Nah, baby,” I say, soothingly running my hand through her hair. She’s not ready for that yet. She might have hinted numerous times before, but when things progress a little too close to her comfort line, she does things like locking her arms, and her voice becomes higher. She puts on a faux confidence I don’t want her to do around me. I will wait as long as she needs to make her first time memorable.
“I’m not going to fuck you in the back of my car, where anyone could walk past and see you.” She exhales, the tightness in her body evaporating. “I don’t want anyone hearing you moan my name for the first time when I’m inside you. That is all mine. Every breath, every shudder, everything is mine, Ana.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and her hips buck upward. She likes the sound of that.
“Tonight, I’ll settle for second base.” I pump my eyebrows a couple of times, making her laugh. Slowly, I guide my hand up the side of her body and cup her over her shirt. Kneading her skin, I feel her nipple harden beneath my palm. Suddenly, I’m moving, dragging Ana upward as I settle on the seat and drag her onto my lap, my hand dipping beneath her skirt. She gasps when my fingers skim the outside of her panties.
“Teddy, what you are doing?” she asks, looking out the back window as her irises quickly turn that beautiful shade of green when she’s aroused.
I grin. “There are other ways I can make you come, Ana.”
She sinks down against my hand, trapping it between her and my hard dick as she worries her bottom lip. “Here? Now?”
My grin intensifies. “Let’s see how quickly I can make you come before we get caught.”
I shift my hips slightly, tilting her enough that I can slip inside her. She draws in a shaky breath as I slowly curl my finger against her walls and her eyes flutter shut. Her hips roll against my palm, and I take the chance to slip in another digit, increasing my pace as she grips the back of the seats with her head hanging between her shoulders. She’s fucking beautiful riding my hand with complete abandon, and for once, I don’t care about finding my own release. My dick is achingly hard behind my zipper, but watching my girl, eyes shut, mouth parted, golden curls catching the dying sunlight, is everything and more. And when she pants, moaning my name as she squeezes my fingers through her orgasm, I can’t believe this girl is all mine.
Bringing my mouth to hers, I say, “Watching you come apart with just my hand has to be my favorite view, Ana.”
Withdrawing from her body, I bring my fingers up to look at them coated with her release. Keeping my eyes on her, I suck on my middle one. “And this is my favorite flavor.”
Ana takes hold of my wrist and slips the other finger I had inside her moments ago between her lips with a soft moan.Jesus,what is this girl doing to me? She grins in response to my wide eyes and gaping mouth.
“Okay, I was wrong.Thatis my favorite view. Fucking hell, Ana. You’re going to kill me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Morgana
June
