In the Car

Beau’s mouth worked over hers, dragging Mia’s breath from her lungs as his hands slid up her skirt. He grasped both sides of her thong and dragged it down, past her knees, and Mia kicked her shoes off, no longer caring that she likely still had his brother’s essence on her.

His mouth moved to her neck as he slid two fingers between her folds, a moan escaping her lips. He was so gentle with her, treating her most sensitive parts as if she were made of porcelain as he carefully stroked. Mia wound her arms around him, leaning her head back against the limo seat, her eyes closed.

A trail of kisses led down her neck to the tops of her breasts visible between the parted top three buttons of her shirt. He used his free hand to unbutton the next on and then unhooked her bra, freeing her while his hand continued to softly rub against her clit, making the world foggy in a divine way.

“Your nipples are red and swollen, baby. Do they hurt?” he asked, his fingertips just grazing one hardened peak.