God dammit! Once again I’m putting him in pain. At least it wasn’t his penis this time.
Moving back slowly this time, I press my lips to his. His tongue eases its way inside my mouth, and I can’t stop the groan when I feel it slide against my own. One of his arms wraps around my waist and he slides my butt across the seat, leaning his body against mine to get me to lie back. All of this happens really quickly, though, and my head smacks against the window.
“Fucking hell!” I shout, reaching up to rub the back of my head.
“Shit! I’m sorry, are you okay?” he asks in a panic.
“I’m fine. Totally fine,” I reassure him. I don’t care if I have a head wound that is spraying blood all over the interior of my car; we aren’t stopping.
Scooting myself lower onto the seat this time, Gavin turns his body and moves between my legs, bumping his own head on the ceiling.
Seriously? Can we catch a f**king break here?
Twisting and turning our bodies to try and get into a comfortable position, there’s a bunch of swearing, more body parts smacking into various pieces of the car’s interior, and the windows are starting to fog up from our exertion. This is so not as hot as it is in the movies. Why the f**k are back seats so small?
After ten minutes of us scrambling around, we’re finally both on our sides facing each other, my back pressed up against the seat.
“I should turn on some music or something,” Gavin tells me as he starts to move away from me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him back to me. “Don’t even think about moving or it will take us another hour to find comfortable positions.”
Gavin laughs, moving his hand up to brush a strand of hair out of my eye.
“Are we going to talk about last week?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I really don’t want to talk right now. You should just take your pants off.”
Gavin stares at me blankly for a minute and I wonder if maybe that was too much. Before I can tell him I was just kidding so it’s not awkward, he quickly reaches down and undoes his jeans, sliding them right off of his body and then ripping his shirt off of his head in five seconds flat, tossing everything onto the floor next to us. I feel like it’s only fair that I do the same. I pull my shirt off and lift my hips, shimmying out of my skirt and kicking it up to the front seat.
“Oh my God. You’re naked,” Gavin whispers in awe.
At least I think it’s awe. It could be shock. Or fear. Fuck, I hope it’s not fear.
“Do you want me to put my clothes back on?”
“Don’t you dare put your clothes back on. This is the best day EVER,” he replies. He places his palm flat on my chest and runs it down the front of my body. I swallow nervously as he touches me. Gavin has never touched me like this. NO ONE has ever touched me like this. He’s right. This is the best day ever.
Leaning up, I press my lips to his. He immediately deepens the kiss and pulls me underneath him. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him against me and holy f**k is he hard. He’s hard because of me. I mean, I know it happened before, but I was touching his penis. If a feather touched his penis he’d probably get hard. I haven’t even touched him yet. He wants me and I want him and this is totally going to happen right now. I don’t care if we’re in the back seat of a f**king Honda.
Okay, I totally care that we’re in the back seat of my shitty car. This is like the worst cliché in history. Girl loses virginity in the back seat. What if someone drives by? What if someone looks in the window? Gavin is still kissing me and his hands are pushing down my underwear and all I can think about is someone staring in the window. I stopped next to a cornfield. Are the Children of the Corn gathering around the car getting ready to kill us?! He who walks behind the rows!
“Did you just call me Malachai?” Gavin asks, pulling his head away from me.
It’s never a good idea to call a guy by another man’s name when you’re about to have sex, even if it’s a homicidal maniac dressed like an Amish kid.
“Ha! What? No! I said, ‘May I lick..I,” I fumble.
“If you want to lick yourself, go right ahead.” He laughs. “That might be kind of hot.”
Pushing all thoughts of Malachai staring at us with a bloody sickle in his hand, I help Gavin remove his boxer briefs, and then he helps me slide my underwear off. I quickly pull his body back down to mine.
This time when he kisses me, I stop thinking. All I do is feel. His hands run over every inch of my body he can reach, and before I know it, I feel his fingers sliding between my legs. While his tongue tangles with mine and his fingers ghost over my clit, I sigh into his mouth and try not to think about the fact that I’ve never gotten a Brazilian. I keep everything nice and tidy down there, so it’s not like he’s going to get his fingers tangled or anything, but maybe I should have taken my mother up on her offer to go with her when she went to her appointment the other day. Something about going somewhere with my mother where we’re both naked from the waist down, spread-eagle on a table, and letting a stranger paw around down there with hot wax didn’t sound appealing. Go figure.
Oh sweet Jesus his fingers …
Working for a sex toy manufacturer has definitely given him some skills. He uses just the right amount of pressure as his fingers gently circle my clit, and I can’t stop the sounds escaping from my mouth as he slowly pushes one inside me.