Chapter 3

It used to alway piss me off when I was watching a sexy romance movie, and they're in the car like I am and they can't get their seatbelts unbuckled. I always thought it was a lazy way of adding tension. Boy, was I wrong. Once I threw the car in park, I quickly unbuckled mine and tried to straddle his lap, but Maverick's wouldn't let go.

"Jesus, fuck, what's wrong with this thing?" He said half joking and half really annoyed. I threw a tiny tantrum and stomped my feet on the floorboard, whining in wet agony. The movies actually got this one right. It was hopefully the closest I'll ever get to pure torture. "Fuck, finally," Maverick exclaimed as the seatbelt whipped back into its place. The noise I made as I leapt across the glovebox on to Maverick's lap was a mix between a whimper and a growl; I have never made such a noise. His hands guided my hips into the most comfortable position, where I could feel his boner through his jeans. We finally resumed our kiss, and our hands simultaneously rediscovered each others bodies. It wasn't the same, but it was better. He was just a teenager back them; he's a man now and he feels like one. His hands rubbing my back made me feel safer than I have in a long time. I knew I didn't feel the same to him. I am a woman now. We are a man and a woman about to fuck. Our clothes made him feel like we were ten miles away. I began to pull up the bottom of his t-shirt, my fingertips softly brushing his hips. I felt his legs twitch and it made me so h*rny, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, grinding harder on him. One hand pressed against the small of my back, and the other gripping my butt cheek, squeezing it as I move my hips back and forth. My dress had ridden up with the movement, so when he spanked me, the slap echoed in the car. I remembered what I was trying to do and grabbed the back off his shirt to pull it over his head. It was an oversized shirt on his 6'4 slender frame so it slipped off easily. My hands ran over his chest and around his back. I felt him begin to do the same to my sundress. He was gonna get the surprise of his life when he gets my dress off and realizes I'm not wearing a bra. I grabbed my dress and pulled it off within a second. He looks at my bare chest and smirked. "You were planning on this to happen, weren't you?"

"Oh honey. I was counting on it," I say as I undo his belt buckle.

"I need your fucking p*ssy," he grumbled under his breath. "Put your head down there," he began to forcefully push my head down towards the passenger seat floor. He pulled my ass up so my c*it was lined up with his mouth. The hottest thing that has ever been done to me. I feel his finger gently touch my soaking wet va*ina through my lace panties. "Holy shit baby you're so fucking wet," he said with so much contentment in his voice. With my elbows on the floorboard and my head resting on my palms, I giggled softly and he reached up and grabbed the top of my underwear and began to pull them down my thighs. He held my waist as I lifted on leg at a time so he could take them completely off. I learned afterwards that he had tossed them in the driver's seat. His arms wrapped around my thighs and he pulled my ass up closer to his face. My legs were stretched over the headrest, which made my thighs press against the sides of his head. I feel his lips start sliding up and down, and he slowly began to eat me out. I was finally able to give in to all of my senses, enjoying every inch of his skin pressed again mine. My breathing increased with every movement of his tongue. The pleasure coming from Maverick and all the blood rushing to my head made my eyes roll back in my head and I moaned.

"Oh, shit," I had to throw my hand onto the floorboard to hold myself up, but then I noticed he had stopped. "Um-" I felt my hips slowly being lowered. I pushed myself up and looked back at him. He was grinning at my as the chair laid back flat.

"I don't want you to get head rush. You can rest your head on my legs," he said as he shifted down to be directly underneath me. I lowered myself onto him and put my arms crossed under my chin. He resumed kissing around my p*ssy and used his fingers to spread it open. I slowly moved my hips, pressing against his tongue. His hands wandered around my ass and thighs, eventually resting in a place where he could spread me open farther. As he stretched it, his tongue went deeper inside me. I have an oral fixation like for sure, so I busied my mouth with kissing around his mid thigh. I decided it was time to start returning the favor, so I pushed myself back, slightly suffocating him, and unbuttoned his jeans. His hands gripped my ass tighter as I pulled out his d*ck. It's as big as I expected. I wrap my fingers around it and stroked up and down slowly. I could feel it get harder in my hand, and I leaned over and kissed the very tip. When I swirled my tongue around it, he began to suck on my lips.

"Oh my god, Maverick, that is fucking amazing," I whispered as I kissed up and down his d*ck. I moved my hips faster on his face and began to give him a bl**job. It felt like I couldn't get close enough to him. I kissed around the base of his p*nis, alternating between that and wrapping my lips around it. I could feel myself getting closer to a climax, which it had literally only been like five minutes, I have never org**med this quickly in my entire adult life. "Fuck, I'm gonna c*m," I moaned out as I threw my head back. He began to eat me out faster, rubbing my cl*t with his fingers at the same time. My mouth hung open and I was getting much closer. "I'm c*mming, I'm c*umming." It really does feel like a climax. Remember the diagram our English teachers would show us about a story plot, and the climax was at the top of the mountain? I was on the very tip top of that mountain, and he stopped. He had just edged me. "What the fuck?" I whined.

"Get in the backseat," he smacked my ass and started to push me in the back.

"Oh, woah, okay," I pushed myself out of the seat. I had seats that could lay down completely flat, so as he rebuttoned his pants and jumped out of the car, I laid the seats down. He opened the rear door and looked at me with so much excitement in his eyes. The golden retriever boy was back. He wasn't mysterious anymore. We knew each other. We always had.