Behind The Mask

Chapter 49

Michael's POV

I wanted to get her home and make love to her until she would surrender her stubbornness to me and let me guide her in life a little. She seems so strong and independent, but in many ways Anouk is a lost soul in a world she can't make sense of: a world of hatred, violence and death. A world where a nice white girl shouldn't have a Black boyfriend. The scars from watching her first boyfriend killed are still there, and when she can't take the pain anymore she lashes out, she does silly things, but she does it because she wants to feel anything else but that horrible pain.

I look at her head reclined on my shoulder and give her a small squeeze.

"Nooki...I'm not mad at you anymore....really...Don't do this sulky puppy face."

She just pursed her pouty lips a little.

"Baby, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna lose my boner and won't be able to punish you properly when we get home."

She did not change her forlorn look but her hand moved between my thighs and started rubbing me. It felt wrong and good at the same time, with the partition down and the chance for Wayne to see us by a casual glance in the rearview mirror. I tried to move really casually, reaching for the button and pushing it gently and the dark separating glass went up.

"You know you're a bad girl, don't you?"

Her hand gave me a squeeze and I nearly jumped off the seat. My pants had become definitely uncomfortable.

"Just trying to keep you interested till we get home", she said casually in her quirky nasal voice.

"Well then I've got some bad news for you, baby. I can't wait till we get home...."

I pull her into my lap and she straddles me, grinning.

"I never did it in a car before", she informs me. "What about you?"

"Only once...and there wasn't so much space on the back seat. So, are you ready to get your punishment?"

Her lips hover about mine, while her hands are already working on the buttons of my shirt.

"I'm more than ready. You have no idea how much adrenaline I've got pent up since this morning."

Too much talking! I've got so much frustration pent up inside and I need release, and really soon. I need that crazy fulfilling feeling of sexual saturation, the moment when I'm all done, sweaty and tired and supremely happy. I kiss her urgently, and the taste of her mouth makes my blood run faster and hotter. Her hands grab mine by the wrists and press them on her perky breasts and I oblige her, giving her a squeeze and rubbing my open palms against her hard nipples. I move down to the hem of her T-shirt and pull it up. I grab the underside of her bra as I move and pull it off her as well, not bothering to unclasp it. Her chest is now in my face, my special cream and strawberry delight, white and pink and tempting.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Nooki."

"It's all for you. I'm all for you."

I stare at her perfect breasts for a few seconds, before my urges take over me and I latch my mouth on one of her nipples and suck it in my greedy mouth. Her flesh tastes so fine...and my trousers are already painful to be in.

"I'm also all for you, but free me from my pants before I expire", I murmur into her neck, close to her ear.

Her fingers rake down my exposed chest and move down to my jeans button, and I take the opportunity to get rid of my open shirt. And then Anouk slid off my lap and onto the car floor, settling herself between my open legs and she focuses on unzipping my jeans as slowly as possible. I try to make her get it over and done with, but she swats my hand away.