I spend two delightful hours following her around the bookstore. I love how her face lights up as she picks up each book and reads the back of it. She’s even getting better on the crutches, moving around like a pro. I carry the basket and adding books toit as we move along. Amelia tries to protest and tell me she only needs one or two. But each time her eyes light up as she picks up a book, I wait until she sets it down before adding it the basket.
It’s so much more fun than the shopping trips that Elise used to take me on. Cheaper too. Elise also frequented the high-end shops, looking for the latest designer bags and clothes, that went unworn most of the time.
Once we’re back in the car, she tell me, “I can’t believe you bought me twelve books. That was way too many.”
“You will read all of them and I couldn’t say no to you. Especially after how cute you looked reading the back of each one,” I explain to her.
“But I never asked for them, remember? I said that the book looked good.”
“Fuck it. You’re worth it,” I tell her.
“Mind if I take the aux?” she asks me, pulling her phone out of her crossbody bag.
“Whatever you want, peach,” I reply, handing her a cord so that she can plug directly in.
“Thanks,” she replies, clicking around on her phone. “When I drive I don’t like to listen to music. I like audio books. Is that alright with you?”
“Bring it,” I tell her as we head home.
Amelia hits play and from what I can tell, it’s a hockey romance. I listen as we drive along. It gets to one ofthosescenes and I see Amelia shift slightly in her seat.
“Do you need some help, peach?” I ask her.
Her head snaps in my direction. “What do you mean?”
“You’re squirming quite a bit over there.” I look over at her and grin. “I can help you out.”
I tap the stock on my Tesla and let the car begin the self-driving feature. My hand comes across the console and rubs at her inner thigh, gently pushing her legs apart. They come apart easily for me.
“What are you doing?” Her voice comes out breathy.
I grin and keep on rubbing small circles on her inner thigh, before I walk my hand back slowly to her core. I put a little bit of pressure on her core and feel her lean into my fingers.
I glance over and see her head leaning back in her set; eyes are closed with her lips parted slightly.
I pull her thong to the side and caress her slick folds. She’s warm, wet and so ready for me. I’d rather fuck that sweet pussy with my cock, but in this moment, my fingers will have to do. I slowly insert one and hear her breath hitch.
The moans of the heroine in the story are starting to pick up, so I pick up the pace of my fingers. I have her squirming as I insert another finger and then another. She moans loudly along with the audio book, so I pump in and out of her at quick pace.
Her one hand flies to down the handle of the car door and grabs it tightly. She’s close. I grin and begin to pump in and out of her faster and faster.
“Fuck,” she moans, as her head rolls slowly to the side.
The Tesla picks that moment to yell at me for not having my eyes on the road. My hand comes to a stop inside of her. I have to do all of this now by feel, so that I don’t have to disengage the autopilot and stop. I begin to slowly circle her clit with my fingers still inside of her. She moans again and again. I make my circles more vigorous as I move. Her breathing picks up and then it hitches. I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers. I slow to a stop and steal a glance in her direction.
Her head is rolled slightly to the side, watching me out of the slits of her eyes. I wink at her before turning my eyes back to the road as she rides out her high. When her body stills, I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick them clean.
“You taste like honey, peach,” I tell her, taking a moment to smell the scent of sex in the car. “Smell like it too.”
She giggles from beside me. “I don’t think I’ll ever think ofroad trip the same way again. Maybe we should make this a ritual when we travel.”
I steal another glance her way and grin. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that one bit.”
And I wouldn’t. This relationship is taking off fast. Faster than I thought it would, given that my marriage just ended. But I don’t care, I’m leaning into it because nothing has ever felt this good.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
~AMELIA~