"Jesus Christ," Jack said, his voice strangled. Slowly, he slid a finger inside of her and found she was dripping wet. He let out a moan and slipped in a second finger, moving it in and out gently. "Oh God, you are so wet," he told her.
"I'm wet for you," she said against his lips.
"I have a condom," he told her, curling his fingers up.
Florence gasped. "I have one in my bag," she said, her voice an octave higher. Florence leaned down to the footwell and fumbled in her bag for a condom. She took one out and handed it to Jack. He tore off the rapper, taking it out, and pinched the tip, rolling the rest down onto his cock. Florence positioned herself over him, their eyes locking. She wanted to watch him. As she sunk down on his cock, Jack's eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he let out a long throaty moan.
Slowly, she began to move, lifting herself up, then down, teasing him with her slow pace. Jack gripped her hips, trying to move her faster.
"Florence, please," he begged, sinking down in the seat.
Florence leaned into him. "You want me to ride you?" she whispered in his ear. Her breath was hot.
"Yes," Jack almost cried.
"Tell me what you want," she moaned in his ear.
"I want you to ride me," Jack said, bucking his hips up.
"Yes, sir," said Florence, earning a shiver from Jack. "Do you like that?"
"Yeah," said Jack, as Florence increased her pace. "Oh, god, yeah!"
"Do you want me to fuck you, sir?" asked Florence, as she leaned back, gripping onto the headrest for leverage.
"Yes!" cried Jack. "Oh fuck!"
She slid up and down on his cock effortlessly, pumping hard, feeling so commanding, watching him unwind beneath her. He gripped her hips tighter, trying to control himself. Beneath her, Jack was spiralling, getting totally lost in the roaring ecstasy he was feeling. He couldn't control his breath, his heart, his rising orgasm. She was going so fast it muddled his thoughts. He wanted more. He wanted every part of her. For a moment, he was sure he saw heaven.
"Are you going to come?" she teased him, not breaking her pace once.
"I'm close," he heaved out.
"Are you going to come inside me, sir?" asked Florence, going faster. Jack didn't know it was possible for her to go faster. "Are you going to make me scream?" she teased.
"Yes, yes," cried Jack. "I'm going to come," he stuttered out, reaching his climax. He gasped out loud, tugging down on Florence's hips hard, who moaned loudly, feeling his cock tense and release inside her. She kept riding him, then slowed to a stop as he slumped, exhausted. Florence bent her head and kissed him zealously. Slowly, she eased herself off his cock, earning a groan from him. As she got comfortable on the seat next to him, Jack took the condom off his cock and tied a knot in it, unwinding the window and throwing it out into the bushes.
He looked over to Florence, their chests still heaving, and drew her into his embrace. "Was that okay?" he asked, gently, kissing her.
"It was more than okay," smiled Florence against his lips.
"I'm sorry you didn't come," he replied. "I wanted to last longer."
Florence ran her hands through his hair adoringly. "Don't worry," she said. "Next time, it will be my turn."