Driving home from their first date night in a while, they both sense it — something is in the air. Maybe it’s the dazzling colours of sunset, drawing out something within them, maybe it was coming to the end of what feels like a long week, they aren’t sure. They just know — something is there.
With them.
It was with them in the comfortable lull between sentences, lurking beneath their shared glance.
So when he shakily reaches out to her thigh, his body trembling with a nervous, exhilarating energy, she cannot help the smile that slips across her face, cannot stop the blush that burns her cheeks as she feels her legs part slightly, instinctively, at his touch.
The sound of her pant zipper cuts through the air, makes her squirm in anticipation, clench her thighs.
A small piece of her wants to shout his name, growl at him to stop teasing and touch her already.
The words take shape in her mouth — then she feels it. His finger gently brushing along her slit through the panties he picked out for her - just two hours ago - purple cotton, with lace trimmings the colour of teal. ‘Skimpy’, she once described them as to him when they had first started dating. The sudden memory makes her squirm some more.
She swallows - an audible click over the pop punk playing via Spotify - and catches herself uttering ‘fuck’ under her breath.
Hearing her utter that affects him in a way he can’t quite grasp. It’s delightful and raw. Makes him want to reach down his own jeans and lather his cock in her juices and come himself.
But he can wait.
He wants to make her come. Is driven by her guttural moans and curses, by how wet and slick she is for him. He can’t get enough of her, of gliding his finger down along the length of her pussy and back up to circle her clit - of her sweet scent filling the car. Of the idea of her struggling to keep a straight face as care pass them by.
‘Fuck’ He growls, unable to help himself from slipping a finger inside her. He watches her twitch as he pumps that finger in and out of her, filling her to his knuckle, twisting his hand to reach as far as he can.
‘I suppose…I should tell you, you’re not allowed to come until we get you home and undressed.’
He sees her knuckles tighten on the steering wheel and chuckles. Wonders if she just happens to want to pinch her nipples but can’t because she’s driving.
Then the car slows to a crawl. He looks, spots cars ahead of them. Cars besides them.
The lights are red.
His eyes travel over her body, her chest rising with every quickened breath, to her face. She’s biting her lip, her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes wide.
A whimper slips from her lips. So he slowly eases his finger back inside her, watching her closely as he does.
‘Ffffffuckkkk….y-you….’ The words slither out of her wet mouth.
‘Oh not yet, my dear. Gosh, this light is taking an eternity to change, mm?’
