The First Time I Saw You

Chapter 16

Claire had recently gotten the tendency to drive Owen to the paddock after they had enjoyed breakfast together. His long time spent wishing to wake up next to her was now a daily thing; sometimes she spent the night at his bungalow and others he was the one staying at her Townhouse in the Jurassic Village. They had been officially dating for five months, but nothing and no one was truly stopping them from saying they had been together for almost the year they had known each other (and slept together).

Owen leaned over to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, ready to let her drive back to the park, but Claire had other things in mind. She let her fingers give his bulge a light massage through his pants. He quickly forgot about the kiss and leaned against the passengers seat, resting it down a little, welcoming the handjob his girlfriend was so apparently eager to give him.

Claire pulled her seat back and adjusted so it could be easy for them to make out, while her fingers teased him. This was a very familiar image to them, but unlike last time, there was no one around to catch them getting a little carried away in her car.

"I like it better when it's standing up..." She murmured against his lips before he kissed her soundly, her fingers cupping him through his jeans.

Owen was breathing heavily, letting his groans fill the car before he gave in to the urge of reaching out, his own large hands mirroring the moves her own had on him, as he squeezed those breasts he couldn't get enough of.

"You keep it up all day long baby...." He admitted, desperately moving his fingers along her breasts while their tongues played sensually.

Owen adjusted, his jeans feeling painfully tight against his throbbing cock. He tilted his head back and groaned. His hands started to pull his pants down, but Claire stopped him.

"Ah! C'mon!!" He rolled his hips up against her touch. "I need you, babygirl." He begged her. "You started this, so you gotta finish it...don't be like this." He gulped.

"Be like what?" She smiled playfully, her fingers sliding down his bulge and lightly squeezing his balls through the fabric of his jeans, her lips brushing along his jawline.

"A tease..." He reached out and brought her closer to kiss her deeply and hungrily.

"I am not! I have to be sitting in a meeting in thirty minutes." She explained. She didn't have time to have sex, clean herself, and make it on time.

"I'll have you screaming in ten." He promised. "And if it takes longer, I'll lick you clean myself!" He was desperate.

Claire laughed, blushing lightly and shook her head. "You know your mess is gonna take more than mine to clean up, right?" She bit on her lower lip and pushed his hair back.

She gulped, feeling his hand reaching over, his lips curving in a mischievous smirk while his hazel eyes pleaded her to let him touch her for at least ten minutes.

"If you are going to leave me hard and worked up until lunch, at least let me feel that wet pussy of yours..." He murmured against her ear, while he adjusted in his seat and left adoring pecks down her neck. Owen's fingers pushed her skirt up and her panties to the side.

Claire started to feel her breathing increase. "Who says I'm wet?" She teased him before he could let his digits brush her folds.

"You are soaked, babygirl...." He groaned feeling her warm juices keeping her lubricated for him.

"What can I say, babe? You are so thick and large...even through your pants." She whimpered when she felt his middle finger penetrate her without any previous tease.

"I'm going to make you eat it for lunch..." He groaned, closing his eyes as he let his finger feel how warm and soft she was; the way she was moaning drove him crazy and made him want more. "Part those legs, baby, because imma fuck you deep." He pulled out of her and spread her legs at his want.