IT WAS PITCH-BLACK in her room, and cold from the window she’d cracked open to the early spring day, but beneath the blankets, Jenny was warm and toasty and half-asleep as Nate’s hand curled over her hip.
“Mmm,” she sighed, snuggling into his chest as he slipped into bed beside her. “I missed you.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her shoulder. “I really, really wanted to be there.”
“I’ll go again. You can come with.”
“I know, but it was your first time. How was it?”
She smiled into the dark, remembering that crazy rush of adrenaline as she’d lapped around the racetrack that first time. The instructor’s voice in her ear as the stands flew by in a blur. And then the silence when she’d gotten the hang of it, and all she could hear was her own heart beating hard. She’d driven faster than she ever had. She’d flown free and it had been… “It was beautiful,” she whispered.
“I wish I could’ve seen it.”
“Saving lives is more important than watching me drive.”
“It was more like two hours of directing the public around the people who were actually saving lives. And the accident looked far uglier than it was, thank God.”
“Good.” She snuggled tighter against him with a sigh.
“And tonight’s defensive driving class?”
She laughed at the official way he said that. “Oh, that was a whole other level of exciting. I learned how to go slow and steady. Did you know that saves a ton on gas mileage?”
His teeth pressed her neck, and she was suddenly very aware of his body behind hers. The length of his cock branded her ass. “I’d like to know more about this. Slow and steady, huh?”
His hand slid down her hip and cupped her sex.
“What do you know about slow and steady?” he breathed into her ear.
“Oh,” she sighed as his fingers slid along her seam. “Oh, I…learned that I have to be…aware.”
“Mmm.”
She tried to ease her knee open, but his leg was holding hers down as he teased her. Keeping her closed up tight as he dragged his fingers over her sensitive flesh.
“Yeah?” he said. “What else?”
“I have to concentrate on what I’m doing and not get distracted by…” She tried to tip her hips up. His fingertips dragged over her clit. “Oh, God.”
“Distracted by what?”
“By…” She didn’t even know what he was talking about by that point. All her concentration was on his hand and the way it slipped over her, sliding easier and easier the wetter she got. God, if she could just get her legs apart, his fingers would just naturally slide right inside her.
“Oh, Jenny. I don’t think you learned anything at all. Shhh. Slow down.”
She rocked against him as he circled her clit. His other arm was tight across her chest, holding her in place.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“It’s okay. You can go slow, can’t you? For me?”
“No,” she panted. “No, no.” She was so close now. So close. He could say anything he wanted, as long as he kept touching her that way.
His hand slipped up, gliding over her belly.
“No!”
But he held her tight with his arms and his leg and he teased her nipples as if they had all the time in the world. She was sobbing. Begging. Almost angry by the time he touched her clit again. And she arched into him with a desperate cry.
“See how nice it can be to go slow?” He stroked her. Stroked her again. She was so close. So close. “See, Jenny?”
He finally let her loose. She twisted away, and he caught her and pulled her toward him as he turned to his back. “Now,” he growled, breathing almost as hard as she was. He gripped her hips and moved her to straddle him. “Show me how you felt at the racetrack.”
He gripped his shaft and pulled her down, and his cock surged into her.
She screamed.
“Show me,” he urged, his palm flattening to her belly as he thumbed her clit.
“Oh, God,” she cried.
“Show me how you learned to go hard, Jenny.”
She dropped her hips and showed him. And Jenny knew she’d found a better way to fly.
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