In the car as we exit the winery, I reach my hand over the center console to rub Edward's thigh. He grabs my hand and pulls it to his groin, which I palm through his jeans. "I wish West Seattle weren't so far away," he says with a groan as I squeeze the bulge in his pants. Edward reaches down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, freeing his erection that pokes out from the hole in his boxers. I reach in to grab it with my hand, squeezing and stroking as best I can in the confined space. "Oh god, Bella. That feels amazing," he says as he looks down to his lap.
Suddenly he makes a sharp turn off the road into the parking lot of another winery's tasting room. He drives to the back of the building, where it's dark and deserted. Within moments, he's sliding his pants and boxers down his legs, and has pushed his seat all the way back. I lean over to take him in my mouth, sucking hard and running my tongue in circles over the tip. "Shit, Bella, so good, so good." I slide my head up and down his shaft, using my hand at the base to squeeze around the area that won't fit in my mouth.
Edward's hand stretches down my back, his fingers dipping into my jeans at my ass. I release my hands briefly to unbutton and unzip my own jeans creating slack for Edward's caresses, then bring my hands back to his cock. I squeeze his shaft again while reaching a hand down to his balls. When I tug down with my hand and suck hard with my mouth, Edward's hips rise up the from the seat. His hand grabs my ass and squeezes hard, his pinky pushing at the skin of my anus. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Bella I'm coming," Edward says as I swallow his spurts quickly, avoiding the taste on my tongue as best as possible.
"Come here," Edward says as he pulls me to his mouth and kisses me hard, not seeming to mind that I taste like him. Our tongues wrestle and I'm still so turned on. After a moment, Edward uses his arms on my shoulder to gently urge me back in the passenger's seat. "Sit back, Bella," he says as he leans over me and pulls the lever that drops the front seat nearly flat against the back bench. He pushes the seat all the way back on the floor. "Sit up, sweetheart," he urges, then places his right leg behind me and slides his body underneath me and into the seat.
I toe off my shoes and socks while Edward puts his hands into my jeans and panties and pushes them down my legs. One of Edward's hands slides up my chest, pushing my sweater and cami up high so he can palm my breast. We're now both naked from the waist down, and Edward's semi-erect cock pushes against my ass. He runs his other hand up my leg, into my wetness and through my folds. "Oh Bella, you're dripping," he says as he pushes two fingers inside me. His thumb rubs over my clit, and that combined with his thumb at my nipple causes me to writhe on his lap. His cock hardens again to become fully erect and I grind against it. "Sit up, Bella," Edward says gently as he moves his hand from my breast to push my back up from his chest.
My hands grab the dashboard as my legs slide to the side of his. I rise up and push onto Edward's cock, while his fingers continue to stimulate my clit and rub my lips where we're joined. "Mmm, you always feel incredible," Edward moans. "Watch your head, sweetheart," he says as I start to rock back and forth. It's a little awkward in the car, and now that I'm sitting up I can see outside. There's a line of cars in the distance, making their way down the road that leads from Chateau Ste. Michele towards the freeway. Anyone could come back here, but I don't think they will. It's dark and the building is closed. There doesn't seem to be a need for security, though I can't be sure.
"Fuck, Bella. Can you go faster?" Edward grunts as his fingers of one hand curl around my hip. I grip the dashboard harder, and increase my rhythm, which in this confined space is more like a grind. Edward flicks my clit furiously with his finger, and runs his other hand up to pinch my nipple.
My orgasm comes on fast, and long waves of spasms clench around Edward's cock. "Shit, yeah. Feels so good, Bella," Edward says as he continues to move me over his cock. When he slows our grinding, he positions the seatback upright again. Edward is still inside me and still erect. He reaches the door handle and opens it, a rush of cold air entering the cabin. "Bella, step outside," he says softly while rubbing my shoulders.
I do as asked, and Edward joins me outside the car. We're between the car and the building, less visible on this side of the vehicle from the distant road if someone were to make sense of our shadows. Edward shuts the passenger door and leans me against it. His hand wraps around my neck, cradling my head as he passionately kisses me and grabs my ass with his other hand. Suddenly I'm hoisted up to his waist with both hands on my ass. Using the leverage of the car door, Edward slams his cock inside me. The glass window feels cool against my back through my sweater while Edward torso warms my front as he thrusts hard and quick. I wrap my legs around his back, pressing my foot into his ass. He's grinding against my clit with each thrust, and again I feel an orgasm take root. My neck arches and Edward leans forward to kiss it. "Another one, Bella? Can you come again?"
"Yes," I pant. "Keep doing that, yeah, right there," I say as I grind against each of his thrusts. "Ahhh, feels so good."
"Come on, Bella. Let go," Edward rasps out as he starts to thrust erratically. The fingertips of his right hand push into the crease of my ass, his index finger pressing against my anus. As he pushes into it slightly, I come with a powerful orgasm and stifle a scream in his shoulder. Edward thrusts hard and stills, pushing me back against the door with his weight. Our breathing is labored as we come down from our highs, but a big grin spreads across my face.
I drop my legs to the ground, and Edward turns on shaky legs and collapses his back against the door, obviously worn out from his athleticism. "That was some feat, Edward." I say with admiration. "I can't believe you can support my weight."
"Hah, you're feather light. But, yeah, wall sex is tiring," he smirks.
"Or car-door sex, in our case," I smirk back. "We should get back inside. I'm a little worried someone will discover us back here."