Wheels
Santana's POV
It's around 9 o'clock, and we've just finished dinner and drinks. I can tell by the look on your face that you're not ready to go our separate ways; and neither am I. As we walk out the door, I keep trying to figure out ways to stall the inevitable goodbye, but the glances you keep shooting my way are making it hard to concentrate. Or maybe that's because your hand is on the small of my back, making all of my nerve endings there feel like they're being electrocuted. Whatever is, I can't help but want more of it.
So I grab you by the hand and drag you over to my car. We both get in; I turn the car on, and slide out of the parking lot. Once on the road, I realize that I never picked somewhere to go to; I just drove. And you're sure as hell not making it easy for me, caressing my leg and leaning over the console to blow and lick my ear. God, you know how much that gets me every time, and if my currently wet panties could prove anything, it's that once again the ear trick has worked its charm.
After letting you continue to torture me for another five minutes or so, I can't take it any longer, so I pull off the highway at the next chance I get, somehow leading us to a shopping strip parking lot. Normally, I would actually search for somewhere else to go, but with the way you've got me going, I don't think I could last long enough to find a place.
I know I've made the right decision when I put the car in park and you're immediately attacking me , grabbing me by my hair and kissing me like your life depended on it; like my kisses were the oxygen that you needed to survive. And fuck if that didn't make me feel powerful, which just made me even more soaked.
I slip my hand under your shirt and unhook your bra before moving to palm your breasts. I can feel your nipples harden into stiff peaks under my hands. With one hand, I lift your shirt up over your head and bend my head down to suck one of your stiff peaks into my mouth. I hear you sigh with pleasure as I lavish your breasts; I hope that you realize how beautiful you look, even post childbirth.
While I continue to nip, bite, lick and soothe my way up and down your naked upper body, I can feel you rubbing the inside of my right leg, slowly making your way upwards. Instead of taking it slow like you are, I lightly scratch my way from your knee to the edge of your ridiculously short shorts. Shorts that I'm completely in love with right now because I can just feel the heat radiating from in between your thighs. God, I want nothing more than to just bury my face in between those legs of yours and never come out. But for now, I settle with slipping my fingers past the waistband of both your shorts and your panties, dragging my fingers slowly down your pussy, which is completely soaked. I let out a murmur of approval for your wetness, which causes you to grab me by my hair and kiss me intensely.
I use this opportunity to slip my fingers in through your wetness, causing you to gasp when I curl up and hit your gspot. After continuing this for a few moments, you still my hand but tell me to keep it inside of you. I'm a bit confused until you're dragging me across the console. With me straddling you, I'm now in the perfect position to not only fuck you senseless, but for you to also get me off at the same time. This realization hasn't even fully dawned on me yet when you're already pushing my panties aside and fucking my tight pussy like there's no tomorrow, which, I guess with us, we never really know when we'll see each other next.
As I bounce on your fingers, I continue to thrust in and out of your pussy, feeling your walls clench around me as I do so. I know you're getting ready to be pushed over the edge, so I bring my other hand to your clit and rub circles around it while I bring my mouth to your ear and tell you that I want to hear my name coming from your lips when you orgasm. You whimper and I tell you that if you don't do it, I'll stop right here and now and not let you finish.
I pinch your clit one last time and soon my name is being shouted from your lips in quick, breathy gasps, which causes me to follow soon after. I leave my fingers in you until your orgasm finishes, and then I slowly pull out, sucking my fingers clean.
As I start to move back to the driver's side of the car, because I know you have an early flight to catch back home, you grab my wrist and pull me down so that I'm lying on top of you. You ask me to stay, so I oblige and settle in, slowly massaging your scalp, which soon causes you to fall asleep. I sigh, feeling spent, and soon join you in sleep.