passenger princess
mdni
the thing is, he's so nonchalant about it.
"darling, you see that place on the corner?" he asks, one hand on the steering wheel as he nods to a restaurant across the street.
"mmm, yeah?" you ask, breathless.
"they're supposed to have incredible steak. it could be a contender for where we have our anniversary dinner, don't you think?"
you nod, doing your best to stay focused on the conversation, "sure, it could. sounds good."
"on the other hand, you said you've been craving sushi…" he continues, and you really can't focus anymore.
after all, how can you when his free hand has been tracing up and down your clothed pussy for almost the entire car ride?
it started innocently enough. you got in the car after your date, and he rested one hand on your thigh like he always does. the two of you talk about whatever comes to mind — workplace drama, the new show everyone seems to be watching, plans for the weekend — and soon his hand starts moving. it's slow, you barely noticed it until his hand slipped under the hem of your dress.
he looked at you from the corner of his eye, gauging your reactions while continuing the conversation as normal. you couldn't help it — you parted your thighs slowly. you were already soaking wet.
and now you're here. he's still talking, you're still trying to respond, and his hand is still between your thighs.
it's frustrating, aggravatingly so. his touch is so gentle, so precise — it's enough to make you feel something, but not enough to get you anywhere.
"love, can you open my phone and pull up maps, please? i think there's some traffic coming up," he says.
you pick up his phone from the cup holder, but it nearly slips from your grasp when you feel him pull your panties to the side.
"everything alright?" he asks, eyes still on the road.
"mmhm," you say, holding back a moan of anticipation.
you unlock his phone and try to type in your shared address, when his fingers start rubbing small circles on your clit. you let out a sharp gasp, the phone falling into your lap.
"sensitive," he observes, finally acknowledging what he's been doing.
"baby, please," you beg, ending whatever game this is. you're gripping his wrist now, guiding his fingers to your entrance.
"please what, doll?" he asks, "pretty girl can't wait 'til we're home?"
"you've been teasing me the whole ride."
"you wore this dress, practically teasing me the whole dinner," he counters.
you let out a frustrated sound, unable to deny it. you bought this dress for his birthday dinner last year, and you basically couldn't walk the next day. you knew what you were doing by putting it on tonight.
"ask nicely and i'll give you what you want," he says, his fingers moving down to trace your entrance, "just want to hear you say it, sweetheart."
you let go of his wrist, nails raking gently up his forearm. you don't miss the way goosebumps form on his skin.
"please make me cum," you beg and he smiles, two fingers pushing into your entrance.
"good girl."
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