Rachel takes off her sneakers, Garfield reclines the seats forward. When they make their way to the backseat, Rachel is sitting on the seat, and Garfield is on top.
He starts with luscious, leisurely paced kisses in the slant of her neck. Her aroma of lavender and cream entrances his sense of smell instantly. She gasps as a prickle spreads across her skin.
Rachel rasps in her monotone, "Wait a second, Garfield— people might see us."
"Who cares about them, I care about what's going on between us."
"But— in a car—people—"
"So? People have sex in the theaters and cars all the time, and my windows are tinted."
"I really don't think…"
"Shhh,"
Garfield presses his finger against her pink lips, drags his touch to the bottom of it.
He whispers, "What you need to worry about, is how we're going to be two different kinds of people by the time we finish."
He gets a feel for her body, kissing across her collarbone; right above the collar of her mini dress. His fingers trace a pattern of small on her smooth arms, then she lets out a faint breath. The cool sensation from his rings forms goosebumps on her skin.
Her slim fingers situate in his hair, running from the sleek front, to the coil of his bun. His hand slides down Rachel's leg behind her knee, drawing her thigh to him. The pads of his fingers and the chill of his rings meeting her delicate flesh was compatible.
He was always one to take multiple details into focus. The curve of her lips, the contrast of her violet eyes, the cobalt blue highlights in her dark amethyst hair, the texture of her thighs. He never noticed it until now, but Rachel had a few freckles speckled on the bridge of her nose.
Rachel certainly feels his urgency, his kisses keep a slow, teasing pace, but they get hotter. He nibbles her bottom lip, kneads his tongue against hers. Rachel drifts her hand down Garfield's back, pulls him closer, wanting more of his taste and touch.
Garfield slowly licks her neck with an irritatingly long stroke, the stud of his tongue piercing foreshadowed the feelings he was about to let her endure.
His teeth lightly scrape her neck, then sink down tenderly, extracting a whimper out of her. He nibbles, suckles, the firmness of his teeth was balanced with the gentleness of her flesh.
Garfield released a low kind of growl, there was such an animalistic quality in his character, that sent vibrations through her core.
Rachel gets over the mind-numbing shock, and comprehends what is happening. She recognizes she isn't the only one with heavy, short breaths. Their limbs, tongues, and thoughts are tangled in one another. They were both thick with heat and intensity, trying not to break under the sensual pressure prematurely.
"Is this your first time?" Garfield questions softly.
Rachel nervously responds, "Yes."
He mumbles against her mouth, "That's okay, no need to be shy. Take your time to ease into it. Are we going too fast?"
"Not at all, as a matter of fact, I've been wanting to do this with you."
"Is that so?"
He smiles boastfully, she rolls her eyes.
She consents, "Yes. Are we going at a good pace for you as well?"
"It's perfect."
Garfield kindly tucks a small, soft pillow under Rachel's head for her comfort.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Then, Garfield sneaks his hand in between Rachel's legs. His index finger greets her sodden underwear. He draws his finger up her slit, the slope of his ring adding to her sensation. In the meanwhile, Garfield studies Rachel, wetting his lips while looking into her violet eyes.
That— definitely made Rachel's insides crumble.
Garfield takes off his rings. Then, he dips his finger barely inside of her, rubs her sore bud; only for about a second and a half. Then, he strokes her through the outside of the fabric with his thumb.
Rachel's breath hitches, a lustful blush staining her cheeks. She huffs, feeling exasperated.
"You're so sexually frustrated, Rae.
How'd you manage to hold all of this in?"
She comments through clenched teeth, "Shut it."
"That's fine, as long as I hear you,"
Garfield slides his hand up her thigh once more, rucking up the fabric of her dress. His fingers twine around the waistband of her underwear.
He peppers a brief series of hot-blooded kisses on a patch of her skin. Next, Garfield tugs the underwear in a teasing manner, and on top of that, he drew painstakingly slow patterns on Rachel's hip.
Of course, he successfully dragged another inarticulate, lewd sound from her.
He whispers into her neck, his words unfiltered.
"I have some experience, I hope you like what I have to offer."
Garfield pulls down Rachel's damp panty, rests it somewhere on the seat. He slants down, places intricate kisses on the interior of her well-fleshed thighs.
He kisses her dampening, private flesh. His lips massage against the skin, and Rachel releases a strained breath. Garfield aligns his tongue, so the stud slots right between her folds, and over a cluster of nerves. The first movement was a leisurely paced, gentle pressure.
Rachel's head tilts back into the pillow.
"Oh, my."
Garfield licks her faint taste into his mouth, then continues. He lines another languid, vertical stroke, feeling Rachel tense again. Her fingers orient in his hair once again, and she closes a light grip on it.
He licks again, keeping his textured fingers tracing smoothly on her thighs. Garfield grazes his stone around her bud. The wetness of his tongue and jewel on his tongue taunts around, testing areas of sensitivity.
Rachel's voice is hoarse, "Stop teasing me."
He gazes at her. The shade of desire in his teal eyes disintegrates her reserved composure.
"Why? That's the best part."
"Just give me more, damn it."
She's stunned, makes a strangled noise, then her eyes almost flutter shut.
Another dangerous, dark chuckle leaks through Garfield's mouth.
"You can't even help yourself, can you?"
"Shut up," Rachel's voice cracks into a harsh whisper. "I'm not even supposed to be with you right now!"
"Who are you supposed to be with, then?"
"Ace."
"And who are you with right now?"
He laps his tongue once more, making her nerves prickle. He finally allows his tongue and stud to meet a mass of nerves. Rachel swallows hard, feeling herself submit to Garfield's dominance.
She almost choked on the word, "You."
With another tease, is another provoking stroke.
"Who?"
"I said "you"."
"That's not my name."
The annoyance in her voice was clear-cut.
"Garfield."
"Good. That was just practice, because you're going to be saying my name more than once."
Rachel hisses struggling to articulate a response. She's quickly finding a dislike for his teasing character.
Garfield gently delves his tongue more into her extent, thumbing her clit. He elicits a soft hum of delight, and snaps when he hears Rachel moan again.
He speaks in a graveled tone, "The whining, damn it. That's so hot, keep doing that."
He places his finger inside her, to see what she's all about. Her head tilts back again, she tugs his hair, her teeth dent her bottom lip.
Rachel mewls out a "Yes."— She didn't know whether to hate it or love it.
She remembers, just yesterday, she was in a different car; Ace's car.
She was enraged, irritated, absolutely vexed.
Now, Rachel was in Garfield's car.
She was frustrated, flustered, and frenzied.
Cars.
He was high octane to her core. He sparked her engine, switched her gears. Her exhaust the frantic pant, his fuel sustained the drive.
She grinds on his finger, his sensations bent her body into shapes that were once imaginable. Soft, wet, broken sounds was all she could manage. He makes a soft noise as he adds another patient finger, which scatters her mind.
"Please— Please, put your tongue back."
His voice is a heavy mock, "You're begging? This is new."
"Of course it's new," Her eyebrows knit in pleasure. "This is the first time that we're— shit, Garfield, your tongue."
He silences her with another wet pass of his tongue, he amplifies her with another pull of his fingers.
He looks at her while he gives her flesh a lewd suck. Her disheveled hair, her imploring lips, her sensually blemished cheeks.
Rachel fails to hold back his name on her tongue, her eyes fasten shut. She squeezes the door panel with one hand, then cards her hand through her saturated hair.
Her peak unlocks in her, like an itch that was finally scratched. Rachel lets out a pleased whine, feeling everything she held release.
He quizzes gently, "There you go. That wasn't too bad, was it?"
She breathes, "Not in the slightest."
Rachel's mind is still trying to process what transpired. Most definitely, Garfield is doing the same.
He's soft, and presses a warm kiss into her neck.
"Good, good. Did you enjoy it?"
She timidly (and of course stubbornly) admits, "I did, I'm not even gonna lie. How was it for you?"
"It was great, actually. Here,"
He takes wipes out of the glove compartment, hands them to her, and uses some for himself.
"Clean yourself up. You got any after care favorites?"
"I'm not sure… I haven't done this kind of stuff before."
He smiles, cutely motioning towards the large display screen outside.
"That's alright. Maybe we can uhh… Finish the movie to start with."
"Sounds good." Rachel smiles lightly.
"Then, maybe we can talk a bit and drive around before we go back home?"
Her voice is strung with worry, but she answers.
"I'm down."
She frowns, climbing back into the front seat.
Garfield grows concerned, "Rach, what's the matter? Your mood completely switched."
"Ace, he's just in the back of my head. He's probably really upset that I didn't listen to him about going to his house tonight."
"I wouldn't worry about it. Just tell him that you got caught up in something, and that you can rearrange."
"Only if it were that simple."