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Her eyes are bright, filled with so much energy. I never want to see her lose this light.
She turns back around, resting her back against my chest, and drops her hands to my thighs. Her fingertips tease across my jeans, but I feel her touch everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, giving me the perfect view down the length of her body. The curve of her hips and the way her ass fits snuggly against me.
Fuck.
Now I’m thinking about her ass, and she’s going to feel a lot more of me if she doesn’t stop.
“We should probably head back now,” I say, voice thick, pitched low in the small confines of the car.
She sighs softly, and at first, I think maybe she didn’t hear me, but then she rolls her hips backward and my dick twitches to life.
“Princess,” I warn, knowing that I won’t be able to keep my body from reacting to her touch for much longer.
“Bodhi,” she whispers on the edge of a moan.
My head is swimming. All the blood in my body rushing south, making it impossible to think clearly.
“Keaton,” I breathe her name in response, but the next roll of her hips has me, and I let go.
I grasp her jaw in my hand and turn her face up to mine, devouring her sweet kiss, swallowing down every sound that falls from her lips. Her hand circles the back of my head, fingers sliding through my short hair as she continues to move over me.
I slide my hand over her stomach, gripping tightly to her soft flesh, bunching the material of her shirt up. I want to touch her, but I won’t. Not yet.
“Bodhi,” her lips brush over mine, and I flick the tip of my tongue over her top lip, loving how she opens up for me. The promise of more just out of reach.
That is, until she takes my hand and drags it up over her chest.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and I do.
The weight of her full breasts in my hands has me hard and pressed uncomfortably against my zipper.
I slip my hand under her shirt, and the heat of her skin beneath the palm of my hand is incredible. Her nipples pebble with every touch and her panting breath spurs me on.
“Fuck, baby; you feel too good,” I say, trailing the tip of my tongue over the shell of her ear as she continues to work her hips over mine.
If she doesn’t stop doing that soon, I’m going to come in my pants, and fuck if I’m about to let that happen.
“You want some help with that, Princess?” I ask, dropping my hand to grip her waist as she rocks.
She nods her head quickly, but that isn’t going to cut it.
“I need to hear you say it, Keaton.”
“Bodhi,” she whines impatiently.
“Princess, I’m not touching you until you say it’s okay,” I state, making sure my intentions are very clear.
“Yes, yes, please. You can touch me. I want you to touch me,” she says. Her words are rushed and needy.
“Finally,” I growl, and quickly pop the button on her jeans.
With one hand I pull the lever on my seat, reclining it back the small amount this model allows, and I slide the other beneath the hem of her panties, holding my breath as my fingertips ghost over a small patch of hair on her mound. Slipping lower, I find her soaked.
“Fuck,” I hiss, sliding my finger between her lips, the breathy little gasps she makes spurring me on. I circle her entrance a few times, toying with her just a bit before slipping my finger inside of her. The tight warmth of her pussy clenching my finger about makes me bust.
Her mouth drops open, eyes squeezed shut as I drag my finger back up her slit and find her clit, circling it slowly, building the pressure with each pass.
