Page 76 of Our Best Friends Wedding
Sara
Igroan as Adrien continues to slowly and purposefully fuck me with his fingers. I bite on my lip while holding in the groan. The driver is just on the other side of the divider. I’d be mortified if he could hear me.
“So fucking wet, and I’ve hardly touched you.”
Adrien whispers in my ear. In minutes, he can get me from zero to a hundred.
“God damn it, Sara,” he pulls me onto his lap. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Glad. You. Liked. With each firm stroke of his fingers, I slowly speak each word.
“Sara, that was very naughty,” he whispers, biting my ear. Then he whispers. “I’ve not come in my pants since I was a teenager.”
Fuck, I feel myself getting more wet. The thought of him losing complete control. It’s not something Adrien is used to.
“I was planning on keeping you on edge the entire way home.”
I groan again. I dislike the idea of that.
“But.”
He stops what he is saying and rubs his thumb against my clit.
“But what Ady. I really need to come.”
“I know,” he kisses me so hard I know my lips are going to bruise.
When he unzips his pants, the mess from the restaurant is inside. He grabs a napkin that he must have picked up off the table and cleans himself.
I’m mesmerized and impressed as he starts to get hard again. Not fully, but it’s definitely on the way.
I bite down on my lip, smiling at him. I take him in my hand and slowly and firmly stroke him. I feel him getting harder with every stroke.
“Pass me my bag,” I say, holding myself up against him. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Adrien laughs and pulls a condom out of his pocket.
“Me too,” I pull my hand away and watch as he frees himself some more and sheaths himself.
I slowly lower myself, and he feels so full inside me. I brace myself on his shoulders and start to ride him. I try to go fast, needing the friction. I’ve been on edge since the restaurant, and unlike Adrien, I’ve not had any release.
He grabs hold of my hips and slows me down. Forcing me to go slow.
“Adrien. Please. Just let me come.”
“As much as I love it when you take control, especially when you are riding me like you are now. You took all the control in the restaurant, and that comes at a price.”
He smirks at me knowingly.
“Fuck,” I draw out, and he pulls me onto his cock.
“Touch yourself,” he says. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was angry.
I kiss him, lower my hand and put pressure on my clit. He tightly grips hold of my hips and pulls me hard and fast onto his cock.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I shout now, not caring at all if the driver can hear. I come so hard, my whole body is shaking.
My head rests on his shoulder. I feel sweat running down my back. When I get home, I can't wait to strip off everything.
