David smiled, helping her straighten her clothes. "Yeah, before we cause another traffic jam."
They shared a laugh, the tension dissipating into a comfortable, shared warmth.
Carissa stared at him, her expression unreadable, then naughtily said, "We could create another traffic jam in the meantime."
He smirked, gripping her butt cheeks firmly, making her squeal and arch her back as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. "Fuck, that's awesome," she cried, her hand instinctively rubbing his throbbing cock through his pants.
"Ohh, Carissa," he groaned, the sensation driving him wild. He pressed a side button, causing the seat to recline backward, and they tumbled into the back seat in a tangle of limbs and heated desire.
"You're silly," she teased, her breath hot against his ear.
"Only for you," he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. "I need you every second."
