Page 45 of Mr. Principal

I lightly trailed my teeth across his dick when a loud horn blasted behind us. Startled, I raised my head and Carter swore, put the car into drive and drove off.

I kept my hand on his dick, playing with it, rubbing it, keeping him hard. We didn’t talk, didn’t utter a sound and then before I knew it, we were at his place. As soon as he turned off the car, I was moving into his lap, positioning myself above his cock, ready to take him in.

He was more than ready for me and he slid his hands up my thighs, raising my mini-dress so that it gathered around my waist.

He placed his hands on my hips and I pulled my panties to the side and slowly lowered my waiting wetness onto his hard, pulsating, dick.

I moaned as I sheathed him fully inside me. I rode him hard. Greedily focusing only on reaching orgasm as quickly as possible. It didn’t take long. As he filled me, and my sex greedily pulled at his cock, I was already beyond the point of no return. And within seconds I was coming, moaning his name as he played with my breasts and I began to grind against him over and over, trying to get him deeper as he came too, and I could feel his warm seed spill inside of me.

And as soon as it had started, it was over. And we stayed in that position, surrounded by the interior darkness of the car. Not a sound could be heard minus the panting of our own breaths as we sat there still connected. He lazily stroked my back and applied kisses to my shoulders and face. I lay against his shoulder and just breathed, moaning from time to time at the aftershocks that made my inner muscles clench around his cock in quick succession.

I could feel him growing hard again inside of me and so I began to move again, teasing his dick with each of my movements.

And so, we did it again and this time, I felt myself dozing as I nestled against his shoulders and reveled in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

He wrapped his arms around me and said gently, “Do you want to come inside?”

“I’ve come enough in one evening, thank you very much,” I said with a sleepy yawn.

He laughed and stroked my back as I continued sitting in his lap, enjoying being connected to him. I felt our connection was more than physical. Being with Carter this way felt more than just sexual, it felt emotional. And finally, I understood what it felt like to be one with someone. His heartbeat echoed my own, his breaths were timed with mine. Our bodies and finally our hearts were on one accord.

Being with Carter was like being home. Carter was my home.

I slowly slid off him, immediately missing the feel of him inside me and the warmth of his arms.

“I would love to stay, but I have to get to work early tomorrow.”

“What time?” he asked, stroking a hair out of my face.

“Seven.”

“How about you spend the night and I’ll wake you up at six?”

“You promise?”

He held up a hand as if he were a boy scout and said, “I promise.”

I straightened my dress and he zipped up his pants. He then got out the car, walked to my side and opened the door for me.

He treated me like a lady when I certainly hadn’t behaved like one and I adored him for it. He closed my door, held my hand and looked at me and smiled; I returned his smile. We didn’t say anything, but there wasn’t anything to be said.

Our bodies had done all the talking for us.

Feeling happier than I had in a long time, I let Carter lead me into his house, happily anticipating falling asleep in his arms.