Sweetest of dreams

how the Eiffel Tower got to Monaco

*Lance*

I drove Feli home to Nice. Pierre still had something to do, but would come later. For all I cared, he could take his time.

I felt her gaze on me and looked over at her briefly. Her eyes were shining.

"All good?", I laughed and squeezed her hand that I had been holding the whole way.

"Yes. Everything's fine," she assured me and then withdrew her hand. I was about to look over at her when her hand brushed across my thigh. A shiver ran through my body.

"Feli, what are you doing?", I asked as her hand reached the waistband of my pants.

She undid the button and the zipper "Seriously Feli, what...", I forgot what she was going to say when I felt her hand on my cock.

"Fuck, Feli. We're in the middle of the freeway.", I gasped, trying not to wrench the steering wheel.

"Then hold the steering wheel tight." she said, leaning over the center console. Only seconds later I felt her soft lips.

"Feli..." but my brain went blank. All I could feel was her. Her lips. Her tongue.

I gasped out loud as she gently ran her teeth over my shaft. Those warm goosebumps that were now rolling all over my body....

I was looking for the next exit. I was going to enjoy this. So I pulled into the next rest area and drove as far back as I could. I didn't want any spectators, even though I barely had any blood left in my head to really think about it.

When the car finally stopped, I let my fingers slide into her hair so I could set her pace. She knew damn well what she was doing.

"Fuck, Feli.", I let my head fall back, enjoying the feeling. I enjoyed how quickly she could bring me towards climax.

I pulled her head up a bit by her hair to give myself a chance to take a breath. I didn't want it to be over so quickly.

She looked up at me. My hand in her hair. It was a great image.

I let myself slide deeper into my seat and then pulled her up by her hair. I tried to be careful, not wanting to hurt her, but I enjoyed having this control over her.

"Take off your pants," I demanded as my eyes slid over her body.

She obeyed me and took off her pants. I let go of her hair in return. I ran my tongue over my lips. Fuck she was hot.

Even while she took off her pants in my car.

Or just because she did it?

"Now be a good girl and come here," I held my hand out to her and pulled her over to me.

She sat down on my lap and I could feel her immediately. Only the fabric of her panties separated us. Her hips moved gently on top of me.

I reached for the lever and let the seat tilt back a little more so I had more room. I let my hand slide between us and pushed her panties to the side a little. I could feel how wet she was.

Her gasp grazed my neck.

"What is it babe? I haven't even really touched you yet.", a smile slipped across my lips, her body quivering on top of me.

She leaned forward a bit and wanted to kiss me, but I grabbed her neck with my free hand and held it tight. I was gentle, but firm.

Her eyes widened a little. So she liked that. I began to smile even more. Her body responded in such a delightfully obvious way that I always knew exactly what she needed from me.