He looks down at it too, and then up at me. “I’m at your mercy.”
Smiling all evil-like, I reach down and undo his belt, button, and zipper, freeing him from the top of his boxers with careful maneuvering. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “You’re proportional.”
He leans his head back on the seat and sighs. “Are you trying to make me lose it before you even touch me?”
I reach up and slide a piece of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. He turns his head to watch.
“What?” I ask, feeling shy.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says. “You know what you’re doing to me.”
I feel like the champion of sex, a goddess he must worship. I temporarily forget that I haven’t done anything like this in a really long time. Taking his hard length in my hand, I begin to stroke it up and down. He closes his eyes and sighs. He begins frowning and moaning as I find my rhythm.
I lick my lips. I’m so turned on from him touching me earlier and from watching him now. I’m not sure what to do next, but I feel like I’m going to explode with wanting and anticipation.
He opens his eyes. “Are you going to climb on or what?”
I don’t waste any time. After removing my sexy new panties, I gather my dress up around my hips, and do my best to climb over him without kicking any sensitive parts. Leaving my shoes behind on the floor makes it easier.
I kneel over him, one leg on either side of his legs. His erection is between us, standing up almost an entire foot toward the roof of the car. He slides what must be a special-order condom over it and we both stare down at this thing I know will never work. It’s the size of a damn nightstick! What am I supposed to do with that?!
“What if it doesn’t fit?” I say in a breathless whisper.
“We’ll go slow,” he says, reaching under my dress and touching me between my legs.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations for a few seconds before making my move. Enough of this playing-around stuff. I have a challenge before me. I just wish I’d taken more gymnastics classes when I was younger.
I lift up on my knees and realize very quickly that this is not going to cut it. I put my left foot up on the seat next to Dev and lift my body even higher. Finally, I’m able to position myself over him, and his hard tip is resting just at my entrance. I look like a crazy person, but I totally do. not. care. The cops could come at this point and I wouldn’t stop.
His thumb comes up and rubs at my most sensitive spot. “Easy,” he says, watching my expression.
I stare down at him as I slowly lower myself over him. I’ve never hated condoms more in my life than I do in this moment. Thankfully, all of Dev’s attentions have made it easier for us to move against each other without too much friction. He slides into me with little resistance.
“Oh, God,” I say in a half-whisper, half-moan.
He puts his free hand on my hip, helping me, guiding me down. I’m finally able to go back to both knees, but I have to stop before he’s fully buried inside me. It’s too much.
I close my eyes and wait.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “It’s . . . awesome.” I smile, feeling a warmth come over me as his finger moves in small circles. I lift up experimentally and then go down again, enjoying the feeling of our bodies so close, this big beast of a man inside me. The windows are completely steamed up, impossible to see into or out of, and I’ve convinced myself we’re a million miles from anyone else.
“You feel so good,” he says, his breath ragged.
I put my hands on his shoulders, holding on for dear life. I’m afraid I’m going to break something inside me if I ride him like I want to. He said to take it slow and that’s what I’m going to do. Dammit! I want to go faster!
My breath comes out choppy, as I try to control myself.
“Let it go,” he whispers, like he’s reading my mind. “Let it happen. Do what you need to do.”
My hips roll in small circles as I move up and then down again. “Fast, yes, that’s better,” I say mostly to myself. My eyes are closed now. The darkness swirls around me, and I let myself get taken over by the sensations.
With every second that passes, the need to find my release pulls at me, drawing me in deeper. I relax and take more of him into me.
“Yes, that’s it, babe. That’s it,” he says, pushing his hips up to meet me.
The seat starts squeaking in rhythm with our movements, and I’m sure the car is rocking too, but I don’t care! Let the world know what I’m doing! I’m having sex in a Phoenix with a giant who’s proportional, and it’s awesome! Woo hoo!