Delving into the goodness of her mouth, his spare hand reached for her seatbelt, unclasping it, giving him room to pull her closer.
Her hands rose to his shoulders, gripping his shirt with one and trailing his neck with the other.
And a shocking tingle crept up his neck where she touched, as her thin fingers traced his jawline.
Nipping on her lips, the slapping sounds of their mouths resounding in the corners of the car. He wanted to just suckle her lips for some minutes longer...
"I better let you go now," He says, but his lips still kissed hers, his arms still held her close.
"I'll call you," He adds, then his eyes drift from her lips to something else, and a smirk curls up the corners of his lips. "Right now, your friend's waiting." He points, and Erina turns to see Roxy standing outside, hands akimbo, watching the duo like a creepy stalker.
