“It hurts that I can only give you a fragment of me at this moment...” he whispered against my ear. “In the back of a fucking car.” He laughed softly. “But someday, you'll be mine for more than one night, and then I'll give you everything you deserve.” He leaned even closer to my ear. “Promise me, J.”

I sighed. And I struggled with myself.

How could I promise him something that I could never fulfill with certainty?

“Just this one promise...” He pulled my body toward him and I felt his hardness against my stomach, felt the little drop of precum running down my skin, that he was ready. Just like me.

He stroked my body with a smile and I felt completely safe in his embrace, never wanting to leave, never again. “Otherwise, it will break my heart not to have given you everything.”

He continued to draw, hugging me tighter until I could only whimper a soft “I promise”.

I knew he wanted to push himself inside me, but I was quicker and pushed him against the seat.

He hadn't expected that because he gasped.

I smiled playfully. It was as if I was in control. A new, pleasant feeling.

“Relax,” I said and positioned myself directly over his cock, which was stretched hard toward me, ready to sink into me, to fill me from the inside. I knew this was what he wanted, that he wanted to be inside me. “Just enjoy it.”

I let my one hand wander over his muscular torso, grazing over his steely abs, which quivered as much as his smooth hardness. He was tense, waiting for me to release him.

“Your panties are in the way...” Erik growled, staring at the white lace panties.

I let my free hand dance over the waistband and undid the two buttons above my clit that this underwear set had.

“Not anymore...” I whispered.

He stared at my now opened underwear.

“J, you're torturing me,” he whispered hoarsely, gazing into my eyes.

I still couldn't see him clearly, but that didn't stop me from wetting my fingertip and hovering it over his stomach, moving it back to his hard glans.

As I touched him with my wet finger he began to moan, watching my finger, letting me play as another shiny droplet formed on the smooth tip.

I must have gone too far, because he grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed me down against him, slowly pushing himself inside me.

I moaned loudly, without restraint, and opened my lips desperately while Erik watched every millimeter of my face.

“Fuck, J, you're so wet...” he growled darkly. “Do you want me to cum right now?”

I leaned closer to his ear, completely dazed by the way he filled me up. “This is your fault.”

I felt him inside me, warm, hard and like he was a perfect fit. It hurt slightly, but it was a relieving pain.

Very slowly, without breaking eye contact, I lifted myself off him and we both moaned sensually. Just before he could slip away from me, I lowered myself back onto him and felt him slide smoothly into me, causing me to whimper.

He grinned, and his big, warm hands gripped my butt, digging into my skin as I began to slowly move up and down. I moaned sensually and surrendered to the new sensation, rotating my hips, enjoying his hardness.

“J...” he moaned my name and it sounded breathtakingly good.

I wanted to enjoy this, wanted to lose myself in his body, give him everything.

And again, and again he thrust his plump hardness into me, filling me up, while his hands first kneaded my bottom, only to wander back to my breasts.

“J...” Erik moaned again. I rose up again until he was completely out, only to sit on him again and let him slide into me as far as he could go.

I enjoyed his pleasure-filled moans, how he wanted more, how I had control over how much he got. I wanted him to have it all, but I wanted to decide what that looked like.

With his strong hand on my back, he pushed me toward him, took my nipples in his mouth again and sucked on them as I moved up and down, but I pulled back.

He moaned in frustration, wanting to grab my back again, but I pushed him back into the seat and paused.

“Lean back, Erik...” I sighed and pushed him further into the seat with my hand on his chest.

Erik laid his head back on his neck, moaning desperately as if this was causing him serious pain.

“I'll do what you want, just please release me...”

“Look at me,” I demanded, lifting my head.

“How could I not,” he murmured hoarsely and lifted his head from his neck, reaching out a hand to touch my stomach before sliding his hand down. Deeper. Deeper still, until he rested two fingers on my slit, which opened for him almost of its own accord. “The only question is whether you can withstand my gaze when I torture you the way you torture me.” And suddenly he slid his fingers inside me. So agonizingly slowly that I contracted around him and had to arch my back.

I moaned without relent, while he slid inside me with his fingers again and again.

“There you go. Moan for me, my Charis.” He let his other hand wander to my chin. “And don't forget to keep eye contact.”

The right corner of his mouth moved up, and there was something devilish about it, something that made me stop, because at the same time he pulled his fingers out of me and... brought them to his lips.

Watching every movement of my expression, he opened his lips and let his fingertips disappear between them before moaning with pleasure.

Damn, what was he doing to me?

He let go of his lips, pulled me jerkily toward him, and positioned me over his now even harder cock.

“And now fuck me, faster,” he demanded.

He wanted to push me down and God, how much I wanted it, too, but I held onto his shoulder so that he couldn't push me any further.

“Ask me to...” I whispered.

“Please, J,” he growled low.

I smiled in satisfaction and sat down, letting him slide into me again far too slowly before I granted his request, moving up and down faster and faster.

He gasped, cursed something, and I rubbed myself harder and harder against his sliding dick, the sound intensifying both of our moans.

“J... I want to cum inside you,” he whispered, and I didn't stop. His words only made me even more eager.