The rain started halfway there, pelting them both by the time they clambered into his car, both of them already dripping wet. She turned on the heat and some music, but the rain was coming down so hard that the whole car seemed to vibrate with its impact.
A moment passed before his fingers brushed her neck, pushing her hair to the side. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her, his mouth finding the pulse point, his teeth nipping the skin. A new bolt of electricity shot low and long and pooled in her belly. She let him do what he wanted, but she still sighed with relief when he took her face in both hands and slanted his mouth over hers.
He kissed her hungrily, thoroughly, and she leaned into him, trying to get closer, to crawl into him. She pressed her hands against the plane of his stomach, finding their way under his damp t-shirt to the cool stretch of skin beneath. His muscles contracted under her fingers as he exhaled against her mouth. She pressed closer, wanting—needing—more.
More.
More.
More.
His mouth left hers, and she chased him, her lips skating over his jaw and his earlobe as he stretched over her, groping on the other side of her seat. She gasped when the seat reclined suddenly, and he flashed a white grin before he climbed on top of her, and covered her mouth with his again. She answered by wrapping her arms around him, twining like vines around his neck and head, pulling him closer. It felt like they couldn’t get close enough. She wanted him everywhere, wanted to feel his body pressed against hers.
The rain made it all feel different, falling in a curtain around the car. The droplets sound against its surface. They were entombed in metal and glass, could have been underwater for the way it felt like there was nothing and no one but this and them. The world outside wasn’t a world at all, just a hazy mirage.
She sighed against his mouth as he tugged down the neck of her shirt. His dark eyes locked on hers and he fastened his mouth over the lacy-thin fabric of her bralette, dancing over her nipple first until she yanked that down herself. Amusement sparked in his eyes at her impatience, but he circled his tongue around her nipple anyway before sucking it into his mouth. She kicked her legs wider underneath him. She sighed into his mouth as he touched her, his thumb finding a rhythm on her clit and two fingers slipping inside of her with shallow, teasing strokes.
She arched into his touch, grinding against his hand, and when she came his smile was so satisfied she almost turned away in embarrassment. But he kissed her before she could.
“Backseat,” he said. “Follow me.”
She nodded, and he dropped another heady kiss on her before he went. Once there, he leaned against the seats, wearing a wicked smile as he undid his jeans. He met her eye as he pulled his hard dick free. He didn’t look away as he licked his hand, fisting himself intently. She watched him for a moment, traced the shape of his shoulders outlined against the rain streaking down the rear window. His legs splayed, his jeans open, and the lurid, intoxicating view of him, ready and waiting for her. His tongue peeked through his lips as he stroked himself, and her stomach lurched with desire at the wetness gleaming at the tip.
They should have gone somewhere with a bed, somewhere where she would have had all the room she needed to do the things she wanted to do. But for now…this would have to do.
She wrestled with her leggings and her underwear (likely very unsexily in her false opinion), but she got them off eventually and moved to follow him into the backseat. A little too eagerly because her head collided with the roof of the car. “Shit.”
“Are you okay?” he said, all concerned, reaching for her.
She massaged her head but nodded, letting out a small laugh. Which became a big laugh, and then they were both laughing. He leaned close to pull her into a kiss, smiling against her mouth. “Now,” he said. “Come here. Carefully. please.”
She did so. Carefully. She straddled him, and his arms folded around her in a squeeze that was becoming familiar. She sunk down on him slowly, unable to quiet the satisfied whimper that slipped from her mouth as he spread her open. She felt perfect and full, and she licked into his mouth with a contented sigh. Wrapping her arms around him, she took a gentle bite of the top of his ear, relishing in the feel of his palms pressed against her spine and his lips against her collarbone. “Bonnie,” he said. “Fuck yes.”
She would have echoed him if she’d been able to speak, but he chose that moment to pick up the pace, thrusting into her at what must have a supernatural speed. “Baby,” she tried, as she felt her orgasm building. She didn’t know where to put her hands, nothing within reach felt sufficient. She grasped him instead, burying her head in his neck. He clutched her back, locking his arms around her. He only held her tighter as shudders ran through her, and they came together just as the rain stopped.
They stayed there afterward, she curled against his side in the backseat. “I’m glad it rained today,” he said, his fingers tracing a spell against her spine. “It’s been a hell of a week.”
She nodded, somewhat apologetically.
He tilted her chin up to him so he could look at her. “How do you feel now?”
She straightened up and kissed him. “Better,” she said, against his lips. “So much better.”
