Once the show was over, we said our goodbyes to the entertainers and returned to his waiting car.
My thighs kept rubbing together as I waited for Blake to settle into his seat beside me in the limo. It was almost embarrassing how wet I was for him already, and all he'd done was look at me. My heart was beating so fast, it was as if it was trying to tell me, Something is going to happen. In that moment, I'd already settled it in my mind. I was going to kiss Blake. I needed to kiss him. If it didn't work out, then we'd just go back to being online friends, but the pull within me was too strong to deny it. The ache between my legs was equally strong, if not more so.
Moments later, Blake took his place beside me wordlessly and we locked eyes. He made his move before I even had a chance to process how I would make mine. His muscular arm looped itself around my curvy waist and pulled me into him, my breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest. The driver pulled the partition closed to give us privacy, and it made my legs tremble in anticipation.
Blake brushed a few strands of my dark hair away from my face and looked into my eyes for another brief moment before lowering his face to mine. He focused on my lower lip, nibbling and pulling on it as he looped his other arm around me waist so I was straddling him in the dress Vanessa had me wear, that was too tight on me now that my thighs were spread around his waist. I tried to use my knees to keep me propped up above him because I knew that if I was sitting directly on his crotch, I'd leave him with a wet spot of evidence. But he wasn't having any of that. His firm hands gripped my waist and pressed me down on top of him so I could feel his hardness directly under me, his lips taking control of mine.
A force I couldn't explain had me responding to his silent commands like a horny schoolgirl. While I was returning his kisses, I attempted to pull him on top of me so he wouldn't notice how ready I was for him already. But something told me that he would discover that soon enough all on his own.
Blake's hands were traveling up underneath my dress, and I moaned in response. With expert fingers, he pulled my thong to the side of my lips, exposing my labia. He brushed against it with my fingers and groaned with approval as I shivered.
"You're so wet," he murmured, trailing his kisses away from my lips, down my jaw, to my neck. I straddled him, paralyzed with pleasure as he played with my lips. His fingers slipped over my * easily, sliding up, down, and in between my labia. Each stroke was getting me more and more aroused.
I moaned quietly as the incredibly sexy billionaire slipped his middle finger inside of me, continuing to rub circles on my clit as he pumped his long finger in and out of me. As if someone else had control over my body, I began to rotate my hips. I bit my bottom lip and continued letting out soft cries of pleasure as he left love marks on my neck and coaxed my * into climax with his thumb.
As soon as I began grinding on him harder, he stopped. "Wha-?" I began, a little dazed from the overload of pleasure and confused at the same time.
"Shh," he murmured, his hot lips kissing their way down my chest as he wiggled my dress down and off of me. He took his time, stroking my flesh with the tip of his tongue, flicking it around my belly button. By the time he was down to my panty line, I was already trembling. I thrust my hips forward, eager to have his mouth do the wonderful things he'd done to my lips, but lower.
Blake glanced up at me briefly, his emerald eyes burning into me, sending a shiver through my spine.
"What about..." I tilted my head towards the driver.
He didn't say anything, he just locked eyes with me and kissed my * lips. I moaned as quietly as I could, but his tongue was performing tricks. Circles, triangles, letters, numbers... He expertly stroked my labia with his hot, firm tongue, drawing louder and louder moans out of me. Blake used his hands to grip my bottom and to push his face further into my creases. He was sucking on my wetness while pressing my legs as wide as they would go before tongue-fucking my tight hole.
Blake was driving me crazy. As the car whipped in and out of the streets, his tongue sent lashes all over me. I could feel the my juices flow and knew that the climax was coming soon. I was rotating my hips against his tongue with fury. He then dove his tongue even deeper inside of me, sending a jolt of electricity through me, making me shiver uncontrollably.
"Right there," I groaned when he quickened his pace. The climax rippled through my body, sending red hot quivers through my body as he lapped up every inch of my *.
Suddenly there was a knock at the window. Blake sat up and rolled it down slightly so the driver wouldn't be able to see me in my disheveled state.
"We have arrived at your place, Sir," he said monotonously, not showing any indication that he knew what had gone on in the back. Maybe he couldn't tell, I consoled myself.