Shauna's car glides to a stop, and in the quiet moment that follows, she seems lost in a whirl of thoughts, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the contours of her palms.
Then, with a sudden resolve, she leans across the center console, her breath warm against my lips, and her kiss tender yet passionate.
As time suspends in the wake of our embrace, I find myself easing away slightly, my heart racing as I gather my thoughts. "I thought we weren't doing this again," I murmur, my voice a mixture of both yearning and restraint.
In response, Shauna fixes me with an unwavering gaze, her eyes revealing a mixture of desire and determination. "We're not," she insists, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Again." she leans in once more, her kiss this time more fervent, more urgent, as if the force of her emotions cannot be contained.
Her actions grow bolder still, as she confidently maneuvers herself over the center console, straddling my thighs. The close proximity heightens the tension between us, and I'm acutely aware of the subtle movement of her hips, a tantalizing dance against my leg that sets my senses ablaze.
With each successive kiss, the world around us fades, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of her lips against mine. My hand, guided by a mixture of desire and curiosity, begins to explore the landscape of her body — a journey that starts at her waist, fingers grazing the curve of her hip before trailing along the soft expanse of her thigh. As the electric current between us intensifies, my touch ventures further, inching along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Finally, my fingers brush against her underwear.
Our breaths mingle in a delicate dance, synchronizing as if in silent agreement. With a deft touch, I sweep aside the fabric of her underwear.
As my finger makes its first contact, a shiver courses through her body, a precursor to the symphony of sensations that's about to unfold. I trace maddeningly slow circles around her clit, each stroke eliciting a soft gasp or an involuntary shift of her hips, a telltale sign of the pleasure building within her. The soft moans that escape her are captured and muffled by our lingering kiss.
With an understanding of her body's cues, I navigate the landscape of her desire, my finger tracing a path of longing and intimacy. As her hips begin to sway and her movements become more urgent, I sense her readiness, her body speaking the language of need. Slowly, my finger ventures further, finding its place at her entrance, where the heat of her desire beckons.
With a steady but gentle pressure, I ease my finger inside, granting her the time to accommodate this new, exquisite sensation. A gasp escapes her lips, and the vulnerability in that moment only deepens the connection between us. Her eyes, glistening with a mixture of desire and trust, find mine, anchoring us in this shared experience of intimacy.
As her body welcomes the intrusion, I add another finger, a silent promise of the pleasures yet to come. The transformation is swift and undeniable, her moans escalating in both volume and intensity, a crescendo of longing that fills the car. Overwhelmed by the wave of sensation, she buries her head against my neck, her lips seeking solace in the curve of my jawline.
With a deliberate motion, I adjust my wrist's position, allowing my finger to venture deeper within her. Strategically, I introduce a subtle wiggle every few moments, a quest to discover that elusive G-spot. Then, in a serendipitous instant, my explorations lead me to a spongy patch within her, and as I apply pressure with my fingers, a symphony of escalating moans escapes her lips. Her body reacts instinctively, grinding against mine with an urgency that mirrors the intensity of her pleasure.
It's a moment of triumph, a silent acknowledgment that I've struck a chord of pleasure within her. I maintain my rhythm, my fingers deftly thrusting against that magical spot, and I'm rewarded by the sight of Shauna's legs trembling as she clings to me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. Amid her gasps and moans, the words "Fuck, Y/N" slips from her lips.
In the breathless aftermath of those words, the waves of her pleasure surge, and her legs tremble with an intensity that betrays her ecstasy. Her climax washes over her in a crescendo of sensation, a symphony of pleasure that leaves her breathless and quivering. I grant her those few precious seconds, allowing her to ride out the euphoria, before gently withdrawing my fingers, a tender gesture that embodies our shared intimacy.
With her body still trembling, I envelop her in my arms, a comforting cocoon of warmth and connection.
I fucking hope no one finds out about this.
