Layla’s breath grows harsh. "I want that too."
I turn the ignition and try to keep to the speed limit.
Layla chews on her bottom lip, and I don’t want to give her time to think. I don’t want her to change her mind. I run my hand under her dress. Her legs part easily for me, and she shimmies down on the seat, giving me access to her folds.
My finger sinks inside her, and her p*ssy coils tightly around my fingers. My c*ck twitches. I extract my finger to run the wetness along her folds before pushing two fingers inside her.
She’s gripping the door, and I’m contemplating pulling over and taking her here and now. I would, I f*cking would, only I remind myself she’s a virgin.
When I extract my hand to shift gears, I press the two fingers that had been buried in her against my lips.
"You taste so sweet." Just like I knew she would.