Finding Destiny by Christa Simpson

straddled his lap, resting on her
knees.
    “This,” he
said; telling her that she had given him exactly what he was
looking for. His cold hands lifted her dress higher on her thighs,
until the stiff material was wrinkled around her waist.
    The windows
were already so fogged up that no one would see her even if they
tried. The defroster was blasting air at the windshield, but it
couldn’t keep up with the heat they were generating together.
Skylar pried open her jacket and undid the small zipper on the side
of her dress. Then he scooped his hand inside and found her breast.
When he growled, it got all of her juices flowing.
    Their kiss was
heated and his hand explored her body, until it found its way into
her panties. He worked his fingers over her, pressing all the right
buttons until he was slick with her love. He eased two fingers
inside of her, as his tongue stroked her on the outside, sharing
all of his passion with his mouth. She gyrated against his palm,
her release mounting quickly.
    “I want you,”
she pleaded, not even a little bit embarrassed by how quickly she
was ready to orgasm.
    Skylar clearly
approved. When she raised onto her knees, he tugged open his fly
and jerked down his pants. Then he grabbed onto the thin fabric of
her tights and ripped a hole right through the middle. Before she
could even respond in shock, he made a grab for her panties, yanked
them aside and slammed inside of her.
    He brushed his
nose, softly over her cheek, in stark contrast to the hardness
pulsing inside her. “You’re so soft and warm.” Skylar took her
mouth, with gentle, intermittent kisses.
    She found
herself forcing a harder, more demanding kiss on him, urgently
seeking her climax. She was on the brink of something surreal, when
Skylar grabbed onto her hips and began to work himself deeper.
Within seconds, she was riding him like her life depended on it,
thrusting him back against the seat. Her mouth crashed into his, as
frenzied as the pulse between her thighs, as she found a quick
release in the steamy car.
    Skylar
groaned, as though he was having a hard time saving himself for the
big finish. Destiny gave him an intimate kiss, as she slowed the
pace, but continued to rock on him. Skylar’s hands were still
gripped firmly on her hips, motioning her body to do what he
liked.
    Destiny pried
his hands off of her and wiggled her way into the driver seat. She
pulled off her leggings, that were now shredded, and her panties
came off in the process. Skylar watched intently, wondering what
she was doing, his glistening arousal more apparent than
before.
    Then she
hinted for him to move over and she slipped beneath him. With one
pull on the right lever, Destiny had the passenger seat resting
flat into the backseat.
    “Your turn.”
She had shocked herself with the rawness of her urgency. She needed
it again, just as badly as he did.
    He didn’t ask
questions. He just came over top of her and slid back home. He
pressed deep, with his kiss just as profound. She wanted him to
move, to take her hard. But he just kissed her, gently, flexing his
love muscles inside her. If this wasn’t making love, then she
didn’t know what was.
    “I’m sorry,
sweetheart. But I don’t have any protection with me.” His lips
brushed over hers and his hand skimmed inside her dress.
    “Please,” she
begged, wriggling beneath him.
    He slid back
and jabbed again inside of her. “It’s not that I don’t want to.
Trust me, love. I want nothing more.”
    When his thumb
eased over her aroused nipple, she wished she could dip it in his
hot mouth. He wore a look of pain on his handsome face, as he
fought his body’s natural response to screw her to the seat. He was
being so responsible. So she would do the responsible thing and
ease his mind.
    She leaned
forward and whispered in his ear. “I’m on birth control.” Then she
traced his earlobe with her tongue. “Now fuck me.”
    Destiny hadn’t
known whether that would do it, but when she