Suddenly he moved and slammed his door shut. I groaned but it turned into a squeal of surprise as his hands reached for me from the back of the car and hauled me from the front seat to the backseat through the slender opening between the driver and passenger seats. His impatience made me laugh but the feral look on his face and the heat in his eyes had the humor dying in my throat and turning into something heavier and thicker. He pushed me across the leather seat, and the friction was a sexy burn across my exposed skin. He had me so that I was half sitting, half lying against the door to the back of the vehicle. He crawled in across from me on his knees with his head ducked to keep it from hitting the ceiling as he pulled the door shut behind him.

We both fit.

There weren’t going to be any crazy acrobatics or any inventive positions but we both definitely fit and his hands were harsh and impatient as he reached for my skirt and pushed the fabric up as high as it would go. Luckily, the material was stretchy; otherwise there was no way it would’ve been able to scrunch up over the curve of my ass where his hands landed. He lifted an eyebrow at me and gave me a grin that cut right into my heart like a sharpened blade.

“You can finish what you started in the front seat if you want. I can watch you find pleasure all day long.”

As sexy as that sounded, I hadn’t been kidding when I told him all I wanted was for him to get as deep inside of me as fast as he possibly could. I always felt like I was making up for lost time with him and trying to keep him as close as I possibly could for as long as I had him. I missed him when he wasn’t inside of me, so I grabbed the front of his shirt with one hand and reached for his belt buckle, which had some designer name on it, with the other.

“Get inside of me, Nassir.”

He just grunted as I worked his already straining erection free from his pants. It fell into my waiting hands already throbbing and ready. I pumped my fist up and down the shaft a few times but he wasn’t in the mood to play around either because he pulled my hands away from his reaching flesh and pinned them to the door behind my head. I could see the windows already getting fogged over and it made me want to laugh a little.

He maneuvered himself on his knees between my legs, one of which was stretched out along the seats and the other was draped over the edge, my foot resting on the floor.

“What’s that look for?” He grabbed the base of his cock and leaned forward, dragging the tip through my swollen and wet folds. Just the hint of him there had me bucking my hips up to get more contact but he pulled back and then moved forward again to hit my clit with the head of his erection. It sent pleasure zipping through every nerve ending I had and made it hard to think enough to answer his question. He watched my face and must’ve seen how much I liked what he was doing because he continued to rock against me and tease me without entering me.

“I was just thinking that I’ve never fooled around with a guy in the backseat of a car. So it’s a first for me and I don’t have many of those.”

His hips picked up speed and I tugged at my hands. As good as it felt, I needed more. We were both still mostly dressed with just our most intimate and private parts connecting. It felt insanely good but I needed more of what he could give me and I could see he knew it.

He said something to me in that other language he slipped into and then pulled back just enough so that he could line himself up with the greedy opening of my body. His eyes sparked like a lit fuse and he bent his head down so that his mouth landed on mine. “I thought we talked about leaving all the what or who came before where it was?”

I tried to use my hips to make him drive himself into me since my hands were still locked up in his but he pulled away and just continued to hover right outside of where I needed him most. I frowned up at him and removed my leg that was hanging over the edge of the seat to wrap around his waist. It gave me enough leverage to push the tip of his engorged cock inside my waiting channel but he was too strong for anything more than that.

I sank my teeth into his bottom lip hard enough that he jerked his head back. I glowered up at him. “You own a lot of my firsts, Nassir. You were the first man that ever fought for me. You were the first man that ever made me feel safe. You were the first man never to judge me or give up on me when I was becoming who I was meant to be, and you have always been the first man that I was scared enough of to run from and obsessed with enough to run toward. All of those firsts matter and so does being the first guy to get me to fool around in the backseat of a car you don’t even own yet. That should make you happy, not upset.”

He lowered his head back down and kissed me with much more care than he had previously shown. He also let me draw him the rest of the way into my body and I groaned as he filled me up and as the strong muscles in his backside flexed under the pressure of my foot. Every time he was inside of me, the sense of completion that filled me up was almost too much to take.

I tugged at my hands until he let them go so I could weave my fingers into his long, silky hair.

He started to move with long, deep thrusts that pulled him almost all the way out of my body and then pounded him back in. It made my head bounce against the car door but I didn’t care.

“Not upset. Territorial. I waited for you and I’m not patient. I don’t like to think about who was in my place while you were on the run from me.” His hands gathered the material of my shirt along my sides until he had the fabric up over my breasts. He used his teeth to pull the cup of my bra down and then sucked my nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. I jerked at the sensation and then tugged on his hair and started to wildly thrust back at his grinding hips when he scraped his teeth across the sensitive surface.

I tossed my head back and lifted myself up to rub against him so I could get as much friction between our bodies as the small space would allow. I had fistfuls of his hair in my hands and his saliva all over my breasts as he pulled the other side of my bra down and continued to bite and nibble on each puckered and excited peak. It was a lot. It was more than anyone that came before him had ever given me, but it wasn’t quite enough, and Nassir, being so in tune to everything about me, knew it.

He pulled one of my hands out of his hair and tangled our fingers together like they had been when I started all of this moments ago. He rubbed the back of his knuckles across my breast bone and down the center of my body toward where we were joined. He rubbed circles on my belly with the back of my hand and then dragged our fingers to the spot where his much darker flesh was slick with wetness, shiny with desire, and moving rhythmically in and out of my body.