Heated car sex

I was burning through the layersofmyskin. Rhea's smile turned wicked without breaking eye contact.

The car around us lurched when it pulled into the street. Rhea's hand slipped lower from the sudden motion. Her fingers brushed over the tent pitched in the front of my black slacks, eliciting a groan from the back of my throat.

Involuntarily, my hips bucked upward, pressing my hard groin into Rhea's palm. Longing swirled in the depths of her eyes when she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Her body melded against my side. Every soft curve of her frame met the hard planes of mine.

She increased the pressure of her hand, rubbing my erection with determination. Her voice was breathy and low. "I think my husband likes me."

"Oh, I fucking love you," I said. Enthralled by Rhea, the furious tension pulling us together kept me from looking away. Her hand steadily rubbed the outline in my pants, making me unhinged. Hurried, my hands flew to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants.

"Really?" Rhe