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Authors: Doris O'Connor
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the newspapers again. Besides, Alicia would serve my balls for breakfast, and I'd rather they were in your mouth instead of on a plate."
Oh good lord. Had George just turned up the heating in the car?
"Come here, baby." The whispered words sent another surge of liquid heat between her thighs, and she instinctively clamped them together.
"Don't. Let me help you out here."
He trailed one large hand up the inside of her leg. It set her skin on fire, and his feather light kisses along her jaw line made her angle her head automatically. He caught her gasp of surprise in his mouth, when his hand found her drenched core through the sodden fabric of her knickers.
Just one of his long fingers slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her slick entrance.
"You're so wet for me, baby. I bet I could make you come just by doing this."
Her internal muscles clenched in desperate need as he slipped the tip of his finger into her cunt and circled her clit with his thumb.
She threw her head back and whimpered her need, and he slowly fucked her with his digits.
"Hands behind your back."
The inherent command in those few words meant she complied immediately, and a renewed gush of her juices aided his questing digits as he slid another finger inside her, and used his free hand to grasp her wrists behind her neck.
"That's my girl. Ride my fingers."
With reckless abandonment she rocked her hips to and fro, the delicious tingles building into an inferno of need. His harsh breaths in her ear matched her own, and when he added a third finger and pushed in deep, that need exploded into spirals of bliss, and her body went limp as her orgasm took hold.
Sven caught her moans in his kiss and then released her with a satisfied grin.
"Easy, baby, I don't want George to have an accident."
Oh good God. Shame suffused her, and she buried her head in his chest. His deep chuckle vibrated through her, and she clambered off his lap, not daring to meet George's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Eyes up front , George, and I told you to step on it."
George's answering laugh made her wrap her arms around herself and bite her lip so hard she could taste blood.
"I am, Sven. ETA half an hour, tops."
Oh God. She was going to self-combust if she had to wait that long before they could do that again.
****
George finally stopped the car, and before Sylvia could determine where they were, Sven produced a blindfold out of nowhere. He tied the thing over her head, and forestalled any protest she might have uttered with a heart-stopping kiss.
"No peeking now." Sven's low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.
Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.
"Bye, Sylvia." George's laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven's arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.
"Ready?"
" No ."
She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.
"Trust me?"
Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.
"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed
Oh good lord. Had George just turned up the heating in the car?
"Come here, baby." The whispered words sent another surge of liquid heat between her thighs, and she instinctively clamped them together.
"Don't. Let me help you out here."
He trailed one large hand up the inside of her leg. It set her skin on fire, and his feather light kisses along her jaw line made her angle her head automatically. He caught her gasp of surprise in his mouth, when his hand found her drenched core through the sodden fabric of her knickers.
Just one of his long fingers slipped under the elastic of her underwear and teased her slick entrance.
"You're so wet for me, baby. I bet I could make you come just by doing this."
Her internal muscles clenched in desperate need as he slipped the tip of his finger into her cunt and circled her clit with his thumb.
She threw her head back and whimpered her need, and he slowly fucked her with his digits.
"Hands behind your back."
The inherent command in those few words meant she complied immediately, and a renewed gush of her juices aided his questing digits as he slid another finger inside her, and used his free hand to grasp her wrists behind her neck.
"That's my girl. Ride my fingers."
With reckless abandonment she rocked her hips to and fro, the delicious tingles building into an inferno of need. His harsh breaths in her ear matched her own, and when he added a third finger and pushed in deep, that need exploded into spirals of bliss, and her body went limp as her orgasm took hold.
Sven caught her moans in his kiss and then released her with a satisfied grin.
"Easy, baby, I don't want George to have an accident."
Oh good God. Shame suffused her, and she buried her head in his chest. His deep chuckle vibrated through her, and she clambered off his lap, not daring to meet George's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Eyes up front , George, and I told you to step on it."
George's answering laugh made her wrap her arms around herself and bite her lip so hard she could taste blood.
"I am, Sven. ETA half an hour, tops."
Oh God. She was going to self-combust if she had to wait that long before they could do that again.
****
George finally stopped the car, and before Sylvia could determine where they were, Sven produced a blindfold out of nowhere. He tied the thing over her head, and forestalled any protest she might have uttered with a heart-stopping kiss.
"No peeking now." Sven's low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.
Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.
"Bye, Sylvia." George's laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven's arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.
"Ready?"
" No ."
She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.
"Trust me?"
Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.
"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed
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