I pinch her nipple and she groans and arches her back. "I can take off one leg."
I shake my head and the whole ride back to her house she’s like an octopus, with her hands everywhere. She is leaning over kissing my neck, while her hand gropes my cock, and finally when I pull into the driveway, she unbuckles her seat belt and has my cock out and her mouth is swallowing me. I stop the car as she gets on her knees in the passenger seat. My hand reaches out to rub her pussy outside of her jeans. She moans with my dick in her mouth and then I slide my hand up and into her jeans. Her stomach is shivering when my hand gets between it and the lace thong she is wearing. My finger slides right into her and I slip another one in. My thumb squeezes her clit as I move my hand. With her jeans so tight I’m restricted, but it doesn’t stop her from coming all over my fingers. She lets go of my cock, sitting back in the passenger seat, and in a blink of an eye she has one pant leg off and she moves over me and sinks down on my cock. "So much better," she says and my hands rip the silk cami over her head but I don’t shatter the lace that is covering her tits. She rides my cock as I work her nipples, my mouth over one and my hand on the other. I pinch and pull one while biting the other. "I need you deeper," she pants, fucking me faster and faster, putting her hands on my shoulders as she tries to get deeper. "Travis." She cries my name and throws her head back and arches her back as she comes all over me. The sound of the horn blares from her back, and I don’t even give a shit because my balls pull tight and I come inside her. She falls on my chest as my hips move up and down emptying into her. We’ve had sex everywhere and this time it was almost barbaric.
"That was," she says, trying to catch her breath. "So freaking good."
"I need a minute," I say, as her pussy squeezes my cock again. "Just one minute and then I’ll carry you inside."
"Do you think," she says, looking at me, rotating her hips, "you can carry me inside with your cock inside me?" She moves her hips up and down.
My hands go to her hips, making her stop moving. "You keep moving like that, I’m going to fuck you on the hood of the car," I threaten and she just smirks. "Fuck." I grab her around her waist and pull her down on me as I open the door, putting one foot out and then the other. She wraps her legs around my waist and I walk to the front door, her hips going around and around. I open the door and the minute I’m inside I place her ass on the table at the front door. "Hold on," I warn and her legs go to the sides as I fuck her hard.
"Yes," she cries out as I slam into her over and over. "Right there," she says.
I know she’s close, so I pull all the way out and slam in once, then pull out again, and she moans this time. I pick her up and turn her around. "Bend over," I demand and not only does she bend over, she puts one knee on the table to give me even better access. I bend my knees and slam into her. My hands on her hips pick her up every time my cock slams into her. The sound of flesh slapping against each other, along with her moans every single time she comes on my cock, drives me crazy.
“I’m going to come," she says over her shoulder, and I feel her hands from between her legs playing with my balls. "Right there," she urges and her eyes start to close, her head falls forward, and she comes on my cock again but this time I come with her.
"That," she says, lying on the table in front of her. "Has to be the best sex we’ve ever had."
"Well, only one more thing to do," I say, slipping out of her, and she looks over at me as I slap her ass. "Try to up it."
"Got to catch me first." She winks at me and runs to her bedroom.
"Two days in a row," she tells me when she sits on the chair in front of me. "I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow." She tries to make a joke of it, but I can see it bothers her and she’s been quiet ever since this morning when I mentioned I would have to leave soon.
I take our plates filled with pancakes and sausage and sit down next to her. "So," she says when I sit down. "Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”
I look over at her, cutting a piece of pancake and eating it. "You have to be a bit more specific, there was lots that happened." I wink at her. "Some very good things happened."
She laughs. "Well, let’s start with us not using condoms." She points at my dick and my eyes widen.
I swallow down my food hoping that I don’t choke. "Are you not on?" I ask her, knowing she was always on the pill when we were together.
"It’s not that I’m worried about," she says, looking up. "Are you…" She is thinking of the word and I finally get what she’s trying to say.
I gasp, looking at her with big eyes. "I’ve never had sex without a condom, well, except with you." I shake my head and take another bite of the pancake.
"You were engaged!” she shrieks out at me and I look over at her.
"I’ll repeat myself again," I say as I slowly nod. "You were the only one I’ve had unprotected sex with." I tilt my head to the side. "Are you?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh, don’t you even dare," she says to me and I hold up my hand.
"Are we really going to do this right now?" I ask her, knowing that we have to talk about me leaving, but her trying to start a fight with me right when I’m leaving must be her trying to prove it doesn’t bother her.
"We are having a conversation." She glares and I know for a fact that she is trying to fight with me; this is her being scared. "Are you going to ask me again if I had sex with people unprotected?" She folds her arms over her chest and I look at her.
"What’s wrong?" I ask her and I can see her eyes shift.
"What do you mean?" she asks, trying to act stupid, but she must have forgotten how well I know her.
"I mean, yesterday at the bar you went off in your head and avoided my eyes," I remind her, and I can see in her eyes that she is surprised I caught it. I put my fork down and turn on the chair to face her. "What is going on?"
She shakes her head. "What is this?" she finally says. "Like, what are we doing?" I put my head to the side. "I don’t mean that; I mean, this you-and-me thing. Like, is it a fling? Is it friends with benefits? Are we acquaintances?"
I glare at her. "I know we are definitely not going to be acquaintances."
She huffs, throwing her hands in the air. "I’m being serious, Travis."
I reach out to touch her, pushing the hair away from her face and look into her beautiful eyes. "I don’t have the answers," I answer her honestly.
"You don’t do long-distance relationships," she reminds me, her voice going soft, and there is the fear written all over her face.
"I said a lot of things." I pull the chair closer to me.
"What does that even mean?" she asks.