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broke the kiss long enough to tell
Oscar to drive around for a while over the intercom, then turned back to face
me, his arms straight on either side of my head to support his weight.
     
    “Dove,” he said, “could you ever want anyone
else?”
     
    I took a deep breath and got up my energy to
yell, to tell him I could have other friends and talk to other people without
him having to own me every second. But when I looked up in his eyes, I saw a
different kind of rawness than I had witnessed when he had seen his wife in
Paris. He was still the same strong man I recognized before, but the question
was genuine. He really wanted to know, and he really wasn’t sure.
     
    “I only want you,” I said. “But―”
     
    “That’s all I wanted know, Dove,” he said.
“We’ll talk about the rest later.” With that he shifted so his weight was on
one elbow, freeing his other hand. His fingers trailed up my leg. “For now,
we’re busy.”
     
    He traced his fingers to my panties and
touched me gracefully as he kissed me hard on the mouth. I gasped into his lips
at the sudden jolt of sensation so soon after I had been ready to be mad at
him, tasting the red wine he had been drinking at the party. My fingers found
his hair and I pulled him closer to me, taking in his scent. As my underwear
shifted around, I quickly realized how wet I was. To my relief, I quickly felt his
fingers come up over the drenched garment’s waistband. I eased my hips up to
let him take them off.
     
    I was exposed to him. I waited with
anticipation for what he would do next, each second heightening my arousal. In
the silence of the moment, I noticed the controlled way he was breathing. I
imagined the hardness of the bulge of his pants, though I couldn’t see it from
where I lay.
     
    He bent down and kissed my ear, his tongue
teased lightly before his lips came together to nip the kiss closed. From there
he brushed his lips slowly down my neck to my chest, kissing my breasts through
my dress. As he moved lower still, I realized what he was going to do and
thrust my fingers into his hair, waiting eagerly. My hips rocked toward his
tongue.
     
    He pinned them down with his forearm and held
me there. When I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his eyes were locked on
my face like they were trying to hold me still. I met his gaze for several
seconds before he dove down and I closed my eyes.
     
    My body erupted with pleasure as I felt his
tongue work around my pussy. He was clearly an expert; the way he alternated
between using light and heavy touches, the tip and flat of his tongue,
established a rhythm while providing enough variety that I didn’t know what was
coming next. I squirmed and shifted against him, building toward an orgasm I
was anticipating greedily.
     
    Suddenly he stopped. I felt him move back to
my ear and suck on it slowly, his tongue mimicking the motion my pussy had been
feeling seconds earlier.
     
    “What do you want?” he whispered.
     
    You .
I opened my eyes and reached for his crotch, wanting to pull him out and make
him feel as desperate and needy as I did, wanting to exert the same control
over his body that he seemed to have over mine.
     
    “I want you to fuck me, Sir,” I breathed.
     
    He moved himself out of my grasp and kissed
my neck agonizingly slowly. “Tell me what you want me to fuck you with.”
     
    I felt my wetness on the leather seat beneath
me. The burning throb of needing to fuck him had moved from my core to
encompass every inch of me, from my tongue in his mouth to my toes curling in
my shoes. I reached for the bulge in his pants again, giving his cock a squeeze
and felt it shudder through his pants. The heat of his arousal pushed me closer
to the edge as he pulled his hips away from my hand yet again. I heard the
sound of a zipper being pulled down and instantly reached for his heavy cock
and balls, feeling them in my hand before attempting to guide him into my
aching pussy.
     
    “Please