Page 92 of Made Better Together

Her appearance is evidence that it’s already a night neither of us will forget. Mussed hair, hooded eyes, slightly open mouth panting softly. That gorgeous pussy, exposed, pink, and glistening.

When I meet those bright blues, she’s watching me like she’s expecting direction on whether to start, her hands on the sides of her bunched-up skirt. There’s a trace of nerves in her eyes, and I’m pulled to reassure her.

“You look so beautiful right now. We have eight minutes left. Show me.”

She moves as soon as I give that instruction, one hand reaching down to the soft skin of her pussy. It’s killing me to have to drive, but I’m not pulling over and delaying our arrival at my place. No way.

I catch right as she puts her index finger on the top part of her slit and starts a circular motion before I have to turn back to the road.

She moans a beat later. “Ohhhh.” Out of my peripheral vision, her finger continues to circle on her clit.

With the demands of driving, the next eight minutes will need to be as much of an auditory experience as a visual one. With my eyes focused on the road, I can still appreciate all her little noises. And encourage them.

“Feel good? Is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?”

“Yeahhhhh,” she says faintly.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about right now.” I’m pushing my luck, but I want to know.

“You…your fingers. I’m imagining it’s you.”

Shit. “My thick, rough fingers on your soft, sweet skin?”

She doesn’t respond, just moans again.

“Keep going until you come…” I look over after I give her the direction, and she shows no sign of stopping, her face lost to pleasure. I can’t believe this is my Eden, in my car, right now. I’ll never fucking forget this.

As we get closer to my place, I’m taking us through residential neighborhoods. The slower speed means I can really take in the view.

Her finger rubbing her pink, gleaming pussy, right on her clit. It’s a fantasy come to life. My bulge is straining against my pants, but I fight to keep my focus on her.

“That’s the magic little spot, isn’t it? I’m watching everything so I can do it to you myself.”

“Yeah, please…”

That thought seems to be what she needs to go over the top. “Oh, ohhhh.”

She shakes in ecstasy, her pink softness now dripping for my eyes only. I try not to get us in an accident, because holy fuck, I don’t want to turn away.

She leans into the seat, eyes closed, trembling, as I watch.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I say to her after it seems like she’s through the aftershocks.

She takes almost a minute to recover, before she speaks again.

“I can’t believe I did that.” Genuine surprise fills her voice, still faint, a little shaky.

Shit. “Like in a bad way?”

She twists quickly in my direction. “Oh, no, no. It was…I liked it.”

Good. “I only want you to do what you like.”

“I know. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you if I’m not into something.” She inches her skirt back down.

“Definitely do, okay?” I want her to know I mean it.

She nods, giving me a little smile. After a moment of quiet, she starts taking in our surroundings. “We’ve got to be close now?”