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“Francesca, you’re being ridiculous”
“It’s not ridiculous! I’ve made up at least…” Francesca glances at the navigation app on the car’s dashboard. “Well, at least two minutes on our ETA since we got out of all that traffic.”
Michaela rolls her eyes.
“Two minutes is hardly a dent when we still have two hours until we arrive in Kilmartin. Not to mention, the drive will get more difficult as we approach the highlands. It’s not all smooth motorways up there. The roads will wind and bend; you won’t be able to drive nearly as fast or use any sort of cruise control. And sometimes there’s not even streetlights. You know you hate driving in the dark, Francesca. It’s getting late. We should stop for the night and find a hotel before we get too far away from civilization.”
Michaela is right, even if Francesca doesn’t want to admit it.
The plan was to make the trip from London to Kilmartin over the course of several days. They had stopped for a few nights in Manchester to see Colin and Penelope, and then another few nights in Edinburgh, which, while out of the way, was worth it to see some of Michaela’s old friends from university. The leg from Edinburgh to Kilmartin was supposed to be the shortest at only three hours. But, a combination of factors led to some unexpected delays.
First, Francesca had gotten a bit too handsy in the morning, and that derailed their brunch plans. They then had to find a place to get lunch, which turned out to be overly crowded. Once they finally were set to leave the city, it was already the late afternoon, and as luck would have it, the motorway out of Edinburgh was locked in standstill traffic. By the time they reach Glasgow, normally only an hour’s drive from Edinburgh, the sun is already starting to set.
Michaela is right on several fronts. She’s right that Francesca barely managed to make up any time since they broke out of the horrendous traffic around Edinburgh. She’s right that the road to Kilmartin will be bothersome for Francesca. She’s also right that Glasgow is that last major city that they’ll have a chance to stop in before getting to Kilmartin. She’s right about all of it.
But for Francesca, she’s inclined to stick to her guns. They’re supposed to be in Kilmartin tonight.
The rest of Stirling family is waiting there, at Michaela’s parents’ home, expecting Francesca and Michaela to arrive tonight. There isn’t necessarily some big event that they’ll miss if they don’t arrive tonight, but the Stirling family likes to get together at least once a year during the springtime, and Francesca doesn’t want to delay any celebrations by showing up late. She’s met the family countless times over the course of her three-year relationship with Michaela, so there isn’t necessarily a fear of making a bad impression on the family. But stopping in Glasgow would mean a change of plans, which Francesca is ardently opposed to.
“No, your family is expecting us. We told them we’ll be in Kilmartin tonight, so we’ll be there.”
“It’s fine, Francesca. I already texted my mom about all of the traffic and she agrees with me. I’m sure we can find a decent enough hotel around here.”
Francesca huffs.
“No, I can do the drive. It probably won’t even be that bad. And it’ll still be light out for a little bit longer.”
Michaela looks at her and sighs.
“It’s incredible how stubborn you are. I think you might be the most stubborn member of your family, and that’s saying something.”
Francesca tightens her grip on the wheel.
“Well, forgive my stubbornness. But there’s nothing you can say or do that will make me change my mind. We will be arriving at Kilmartin tonight.”
Michaela scoffs.
“You really think I couldn’t get you to pull over if I tried?”
“You are trying. You have been for the last fifteen minutes.”
Michaela shifts and folds both of her legs up into her seat, angling her body towards Francesca.
“You think I can’t try harder?”
Francesca glances over to Michaela, who looks back at her with an almost innocent expression on her face. It’s a face that always drives Francesca crazy, with those big doe eyes and the smallest tilt of the head. It makes her want to fall to her knees and cater to Michaela’s every need, and then it also makes her want to do every sinful act that would replace her countenance with something far, far less innocent. She stiffens a bit at the thought. She can’t stare for too long, not without her mind drifting to somewhere in between Michaela’s thighs. She focuses her eyes back on the road.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“You barely even looked at me” Michaela says as she leans towards Francesca, propping her elbow onto the center console. She rests her head in the palm of her hand and looks up at Francesca through her eyelashes. It’s quite over-exaggerated, or at the very least, performative, for her to look up at Francesca this way, batting her eyes like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing to her girlfriend. And it’s a lose-lose for Francesca. Michaela obviously wants her to look, but as soon as she spares a glance over to Michaela in the passenger seat, she shakes her head and says “you know, you really should keep your eyes on the road.” As if she had not been the very cause of Francesca’s distraction.
“It’s hard when you’re looking at me like that.”
“What’s hard?”
“Driving.”
“Oh, I thought you were talking about something else.”
“Nothing else is hard right now.”
Michaela doesn’t answer, she just lets out a little laugh. Then, she leans in closer, taking her free hand and running it along the length of Francesca’s arm. She traces a contour down her bicep that she knows well, starting up near her shoulder and slowly moving down to the crook of her elbow. Francesca feels her pulse quicken at the touch. It’s a little bit unfair, she thinks, that Michaela has the power to render Francesca speechless at just the softest of touches. And not just that she has the power, but that she’s willing to use it as she sees fit. To rile her up more and more, until she gets whatever it is that she’s searching for.
“Is that right? Nothing else is hard right now?”
“I’m not…” Francesca tries weakly, squeezing her legs together in an attempt to hide the growing evidence that would suggest otherwise.
“I don’t believe you.”
Francesca doesn’t respond, finding it difficult to speak. Staying focused on her driving is already difficult enough. Thankfully, they’re on a relatively straight stretch of road with little traffic, so there’s not much danger to Michaela’s distraction, although she does seem to grow more and more distracting by the second. As if on cue, she moves her hand down to rest atop Francesca’s thigh.
“Maybe I should check.”
Francesca’s face goes red and she lets out a stifled whimper. Michaela’s hand radiates heat onto her thigh, a heat that overwhelms all of her other senses. Because a sensible woman would remove Michaela’s hand and put it back onto her own lap, or even pull off of the motorway to stop the car before things went too far. But for Francesca, the only thing she can seem to focus on is the warmth of Michaela’s hand on her thigh, and how it would be much better situated on the growing bulge between her legs.
“What do you think?” Michaela asks, leaning close enough for Francesca to smell her, scent still laced with a hint of vanilla from the perfume she had applied that morning.
“Michaela…” Francesca says, still at a relative loss for words. It’s hard to speak, and it’s hard to think, and it’s hard to ask for what she knows she wants. And her jeans are only becoming more and more constricting. She spreads her legs open a bit, and it causes Michaela’s hand to slide down into her inner thigh. She jerks her hips to the side a bit, searching for Michaela’s hand. It’s an awkward motion, and it makes her intentions incredibly obvious, but Michaela doesn’t budge.
“Please…” she squeaks out, but it still isn’t enough. Michaela’s hand stays still.
“What do you want, baby?”
Francesca can’t answer. Words are too hard, and she’s too hard. She grabs Michaela’s hand and places it onto her crotch, pressing down to ensure that Michaela can feel the effect that she has on Francesca.
It seems to satisfy Michaela, at least for the moment. She grants Francesca some relief as she palms at her through her jeans. It earns an unfiltered moan from Francesca. She can feel herself getting harder, and she revels at how, even through a layer of clothing, Michaela’s hands can knead at her in a way that makes her go weak.
She wants to watch. She wonders how it must look, with Michaela’s neatly manicured fingers working against her. God, she needs to watch. She fumbles around her steering wheel, finding the button to enable the adaptive cruise control on her car. It isn’t perfect, and she’ll still need to pay some attention to the road, but Michaela’s hands are the only thing that Francesca cares to pay much attention to right now.
Michaela draws back for a moment, moving to unbuckle her seatbelt so that she can touch Francesca more fully. When she returns, she takes her hand straight to the zipper of Francesca’s pants and pulls out her cock, allowing it to stand rigid and unrestrained.
“Thank you,” Francesca breathes out.
Michaela hums in response and brings her hand up to Francesca’s mouth. She taps at Francesca’s jaw and then holds out the palm of her hand, which Francesca spits into. They’ve done this countless times before, but something about the fact that she’s spitting into Michaela’s hand now, in her car, and that she’s about to touch her cock, in her car, makes Francesca feel feral.
She watches as Michaela brings her hand down and wraps it around Francesca’s length before slowly starting to move it downward. Michaela’s hand is warm and wet and it glides along her with ease. She hits the bottom and works her way back up, and Francesca sucks in a breath when she reaches the top, where Michaela swipes her thumb across the opening to gather from her leaking tip.
“Fuck, Michaela” Francesca breathes out, returning her eyes back to the road as Michaela works her way back down her cock, still at the same torturous pace. She palms at her balls once she reaches the bottom, giving them a light squeeze that makes Francesca groan.
“Faster, please” she whines.
“You’re so fucking easy” Michaela says, moving her hand faster. “Look at how hard you got for me, in just a few minutes, and from what? Me talking and touching your arm?
She continues with her faster pace, squeezing lightly with the pressure she knows Francesca likes. “And you’re leaking so much too, you really do make it so easy for me.”
Francesca glances down again, looking at how her arousal was smeared down her entire length and onto Michaela’s hand. Michaela’s pretty, pretty hand, stroking up and down as if getting Francesca off was the only thing she wanted to do.
“Your hand looks so pretty down there” Francesca says before looking back up at the motorway.
“Oh, I bet it does” Michaela coos out. “It’s a shame you can’t watch too much. You always love to see my hands around your cock; how big you look in them. I’d use both of my hands right now if I could. I know you’d love that.”
Francesca keeps her eyes trained on the road as Michaela continues.
“And my nails, I know you’d love to see them right now too.”
She pauses for a second, releasing her grip and trailing the nail of her pointer finger along the vein on the underside of Francesca’s cock. Francesca lets out a shiver and grinds her hips upward, disappointed at the temporary loss of contact. When Michaela gets back to the head, she closes her fingers again and continues her previous motion, this time focused around the tip of Francesca’s cock.
“The nails you so sweetly paid for, wrapped tightly around you. All wet and messy. I know you’d make a mess of my hand if I let you, Francesca.”
Francesca starts to feel a familiar tightening in her groin and begins to grow frantic, hunting for her release. She starts to buck her hips up into Michaela’s hand, meeting her downwards movements and pulling her closer and closer to the edge. Michaela keeps going.
“I love when you fuck into my hand all desperate like this. I bet you could cum multiple times if you tried. You’d slide in and out of my hand so easily, using your own cum to get you off.”
Francesca moans again. “K-keep going… fuck, Michaela, I’m so close… want to cum, mmph, into your hand, please let me”
At that, Michaela pulls her hand away.
Francesca keeps thrusting into the air. “Fuck, no, what!? No, no, no, come back please” she whines, but Michaela’s hand is already planted back on Francesca’s thigh.
“Are you going to listen to me and take us to a hotel for the night?”
Francesca huffs in frustration. “We can still make it to Kilmartin tonight, it’s fine. We’re not even tired.”
“You really are that stubborn, huh?” Michaela says with a laugh, before moving her hand back to Francesca’s cock and lightly swirling a finger around its head. She barely applies any pressure, waiting for Francesca to talk. But Francesca stays silent and looks straight ahead, though the tension in her body isn’t lost on Michaela.
“You know, you can fuck me if we go to a hotel” she adds.
Francesca lets out a noise but remains wordless. Michaela shifts in her seat again, adjusting herself so that she can move closer.
“Lift up your arm” Michaela says, tapping the arm that’s closest to her.
Francesca obliges almost instantly. Michaela moves her head down towards Francesca’s lap and grips a hand around Francesca’s cock, lining her mouth up just above it. Francesca tries to stifle a noise, but then Michaela spits onto her tip, and she can’t help but let out a grunt. Michaela does one more stroke to spread out her spit before taking Francesca into her mouth.
“Jesus fuck- Christ, Michaela, fuck” she chokes out.
Michaela moves her head down Francesca’s length, inching her hand downward as she takes Francesca fully in her mouth. Once she reaches the bottom, she moves her hand to caress Francesca’s balls, which promptly causes Francesca to rut into her mouth. Michaela swallows on her cock, earning another noise of appreciation from Francesca, then starts bobbing her head up and down.
For Francesca, she can hardly contain herself. She rests her hand on Michaela’s head – not so forcefully that Michaela would think she’s trying to take control, but enough to still apply some pressure.
“You f-feel so fucking good, baby, ah-” she breathes out, feeling Michaela’s lips curve into a smile around her in response.
And it’s true. If Michaela’s hand had felt heated, it was nothing compared to the warmth, wetness, and tightness of Michaela’s mouth and throat. There was nothing that could compare to feeling Michaela’s tongue, slick and hot, moving against her cock while taking her in. And God, the way her lips looked when they were closed around her. Francesca couldn’t see them from this angle, but the thought of it makes her buck her hips upward, and Michaela groans again on her.
The feeling is so good, bordering on a religious experience. It very well may be one, since Francesca felt that she could worship Michaela every day if it meant getting a chance to feel her mouth around her cock for a few minutes.
Francesca feels herself getting close again, not having fully come down from before. She fucks into Michaela’s mouth more. She thinks about filling her up. She thinks about her cock hitting the back of Michaela’s throat, and she thinks about how her cock would pulse inside of Michaela’s mouth, spilling every drop of cum into her. And how Michaela would swallow it all and then clean her up afterwards.
“Mmh, keep going, please, let me fill your fucking mouth, please” she begs, applying a slight amount of pressure on Michaela’s head in an effort to keep her down.
But Michaela, of course, releases Francesca’s cock with a pop and smiles at Francesca as she settles back into her seat.
“What?”
She says it so nonchalantly, like nothing could possibly be wrong.
Francesca doesn’t say anything. She can’t, she just looks back at Michaela with a horribly needy look in her eyes.
“Are you going to listen to me now? And take us to a hotel?”
Francesca scrunches her nose in anger and looks back at the road, still silent. But then, Michaela reaches her hand under her own skirt, pushing aside her panties to collect the wetness between her own legs. Francesca looks over in awe and swallows, cock twitching at the sight.
“I’m so wet right now, Francesca. You could fuck me so easily.”
Francesca can’t see exactly what Michaela’s hand is doing under her skirt, but she doesn’t necessarily have to. When Michaela sinks two fingers inside of herself and then rolls her eyes backwards, it leaves little room for imagination. She moves her fingers inside of herself slowly, more with the purpose of riling Francesca up rather than seeking her own pleasure.
“It would feel so much better if it was you, Francesca. And I know I’d feel so good around you too, especially with how worked up you are. I love having you inside me, don’t you want to be inside me?”
“Of course, I want to be inside you” Francesca breathes out, halfway surprised at her own admission. She turns her head back to the road. “But Kilmartin…-”
“Oh my god, shut up about Kilmartin” Michaela interrupts with a groan.
There’s a brief silence before Francesca feels Michaela lean over again, pressing her fingers to Francesca’s lips. She didn’t even realize that Michaela had taken her fingers out of herself, but regardless, she opens her mouth on instinct and is rewarded when Michaela’s taste hits her tongue. She closes her mouth and sucks on Michaela’s fingers almost instantaneously. It takes everything in her not to close her eyes too while she sucks, the need to taste every single drop of Michaela feeling almost overwhelming.
“There you go, baby” Michaela murmurs, lightly thrusting her fingers in and out of Francesca’s mouth.
“Kilmartin will be there in the morning. It can wait.” She stalls her fingers inside of Francesca’s mouth for a moment, spreading them to allow Francesca to lick between her fingers, which she does so greedily.
“You, on the other hand, cannot.”
At that, she removes her fingers and brings her hand back down to stroke Francesca’s cock, the same torturously slow stroke as before.
“I know you want to cum, Francesca.”
She starts to move her hand faster, watching as Francesca tenses under her touch. “After being built up and brought back down so many times, I think you need to cum, don’t you?”
“God, yes, Michaela, you know I need to cum so bad, please baby, please just let me” Francesca whines out.
Michaela moves her hand faster. “You want to cum right now?”
“Yes” Francesca says, starting to buck her hips upwards.
“In my hand?”
“Fuck, yes”
Michaela hums in response and watches as Francesca’s thrusts start to get uncoordinated. She’s barely even moving her hand anymore, opting instead to allow Francesca to fuck into her closed fist.
“Please, please please please” she hears Francesca start to beg. And it is tempting to give in, hearing her girlfriend reduced to a series of whiny pleas, but Michaela is far more concerned with getting what she wants. She removes her hand and sits back into her chair.
“No, no no no no” Francesca cries out in frustration at the loss of contact, looking over at Michaela with a sad, pathetic look in her eyes.
“You do sound so pretty when you beg” Michaela says with a smug look on her face, which elicits no verbal response from Francesca, who turns her attention back to the road in front of her.
Michaela tries again. “You really want to cum into my hand right now?”
“Yes.” Francesca says with an eye roll. “Is that not obvious?”
“Are you giving me an attitude?” Michaela challenges.
“What? No.” Francesca denies, almost too quickly.
“Hm. And to think I would’ve let you cum inside me.”
Francesca snaps her head over to Michaela, who is already adjusting herself to sit straight forward, buckling her seatbelt back into place. She doesn’t even look at Francesca.
“What did you say?”
“I said I would’ve let you cum inside of me. But it seems that you don’t want that, as you’re still so determined to make it to Kilmartin tonight.”
“No, no. I don’t want to go to Kilmartin anymore. I, er, we can find a hotel and stay there tonight.”
“That easy?” Michaela smiles.
“Yes. Whatever.” Francesca says, turning forward before her cheeks get too red. She hits a few buttons on the car navigation system before a new route opens up.
“Alright, it looks like there’s a hotel pretty close off of the next exit.”
“Do you think you’ll last that long?” Michaela asks, shifting her body back towards Francesca and reaching out for her once more.
Francesca starts to answer in the affirmative, but instead can only let out a gasp when she feels Michaela’s hand gripping against her. After taking a brief moment to compose herself, she states a simple “yes”, trying as hard as she can to sound stern and grounded.
Michaela moves slowly, not wanting to work Francesca too far to the edge.
“Yeah? Even if I talk about how good it’s going to feel for you to fill me up? About how tight and warm I’m going to feel around you while you fuck me?”
She moves her hand up to the tip of Francesca’s cock, tapping at her leaking opening and continues.
“What about how it’s going to feel for me to cum around you? To have my pussy milk out every drop of cum from your cock? To breed me? Don’t you always say that you love to breed me, Francesca?”
Francesca’s eyes roll back in her head.
“God, yes, I want to so fucking bad.”
“You want to what? Use your words and tell me” Michaela demands, moving to jack off Francesca again.
“I want to breed you, Michaela. I want to fill you up and –” she pauses, spotting the sign for the exit with the hotel. She turns on her blinker to switch into the exit lane, taking back full control of the car. Once she completes her maneuver and is safely headed towards the exit, she finishes her thought. “I want to fill you up so bad. And I want you to tell me how good I’m doing, and I want to cum so deep inside of you, and fuck –”
She bucks up hard into Michaela’s fist. The car swerves a bit as she does, and Michaela pulls her hand away, allowing Francesca to focus on taking the exit off of the motorway.
“I don’t think you’re going to last until the hotel” Michaela says with a teasing tone.
“I most certainly can.”
“Just like how you were most certain that we’d make it to Kilmartin tonight?”
Francesca huffs in response.
“You’re very cute when you try to act like you’re angry at me” she says, to which Francesca crinkles her nose.
“You know,” she continues, looking out her passenger side window, “there’s a lot of car parks around here. And we’re still about ten minutes away from the hotel you put into the GPS.”
Michaela says it almost absentmindedly, so much so that Francesca nearly misses the suggestion underneath her words. Once she does catch it, she quickly flicks her blinker and changes into the next lane over, ready to turn into the next dimly lit lot she sees.
“Oh, what are you doing that for?”
“I was just going to go… to the next car park” Francesca says quietly.
“Interesting. Why would you want to do that?”
“I- well, um, I was just thinking…”
“Thinking about what? Fucking me in your car?”
Francesca grips the wheel tighter at that, her face growing red. Michaela reaches her hand over one more, ghosting her pointer finger along the shaft of Francesca’s cock. Francesca inhales sharply at the feeling, still unable to formulate a reply to Michaela’s question.
“Because I’ll let you, Francesca. I’ll let you fuck me right now, and you could have your cock buried inside of me within the next two minutes. Let me hear you say it.”
“God, of course, yes, I want to fuck you, Michaela” she says in an exasperated tone, finally spotting a lot that has some number of nearby shops so that it doesn’t appear too sketchy, though still dark enough to allow for some privacy.
“I want to so bad, and I want to do it right here, if you’ll let me, right now.” Finally, she pulls into a spot far away from any streetlights and puts the car in park.
“Push your seat back” Michaela demands, already unbuckling her own seatbelt and starting to climb over the center console.
Francesca obliges, using her hands to steady Michaela as she settles into her lap with a light smile. She winces when she feels Michaela’s panties press against her cock. They form almost the thinnest barrier imaginable, one that does very little to disguise the ample wetness and heat radiating from Michaela’s core. Michaela catches Francesca’s reaction and smiles at her, shifting around in her lap far more than necessary, which only spreads her slick even more. She places their foreheads together, bringing one hand to rest flat against Francesca’s chest, and the other up to cup her face.
They look at each other for a moment, eyes full of hunger; close enough for their breaths to mingle together, but not yet close enough for their lips to touch. Michaela opens her mouth to say something, probably a joke about Francesca’s bashfulness, but it’s lost into Francesca’s mouth when she leans forward to close the distance between them. The kiss is instantly heated, the tension from their prior indulgences making itself known with every press of their lips against each other.
Francesca brings both of her hands down to cup Michaela’s ass, grinding her softly against her crotch, which causes Michaela’s mouth open with a moan. Francesca pushes further into her mouth, seeking out Michaela’s tongue with her own. She would swallow Michaela whole if she could, wanting to taste and kiss at every inch of her that was made available. But she’ll settle to least feel Michaela’s body pressed against her own as tightly as possible.
Michaela brings her other hand up to Francesca’s jaw and grinds hard into Francesca’s lap, drawing out a gasp that allows her to take control of the kiss. She shifts her weight onto her knees, hovering over Francesca’s lap, and then leans over her, tilting her head upwards to continue without breaking the kiss. When they do pull away for air, she looks down at Francesca, and Francesca looks up at her -- wide-eyed, wanting, and desperate.
“So desperate”, Michaela says aloud, as she places her thumb on Francesca’s chin and pulls down, opening Francesca’s mouth.
First, she enters her thumb into Francesca’s mouth, watching her eyes flutter shut while she sucks at Michaela’s finger. Then, she withdraws her finger and gathers her spit to the front her mouth, slowly pushing it out and watching as it hits Francesca’s open mouth. She takes her thumb again and runs it along Francesca’s lips, spreading it out and watching as her face gets needier and needier, until she finally breaks.
“Michaela, please,” Francesca says with a whine and a thrust upward.
Dissatisfied by Michaela’s absence from her lap, she moves her hands up to her hips, pulling her down to settle against her once more. She shifts in her seat, feeling Michaela’s weight against her hard cock, and how smoothly her soaked panties glide at even the smallest movement.
“Please,” she says, moving a hand under Michaela’s skirt and down to her center.
“Please”, she says, as she pushes Michaela’s panties to the side and presses the pad of her thumb against her clit.
Michaela gasps at the contact, grinding her hips into Francesca’s thumb, coating her hand and Francesca’s cock with wetness.
“Please let me fuck you, I need to fuck you so bad Michaela.”
“Oh, do you?” she asks, continuing to grind herself against Francesca’s hand.
“Do you need to fuck me, Francesca? You don’t want to just watch me get off on your hand right here? I bet you could get off like this too, especially with how close you were earlier.”
“No, no, no, no. I want to-” she pauses, shifting her hand so that two fingers can circle at Michaela’s entrance, with her clit brushing against the palm of her hand. Francesca enters her without any hesitancy, and Michaela gasps, sinking down onto Francesca’s fingers and feeling their stretch inside of her.
“I want to cum inside of you” she states plainly, and Michaela can’t help but contract around Francesca’s fingers at the words.
Emboldened, Francesca continues. “I want to cum so much inside of you, and so deep too, and I want to-”
Michaela interrupts Francesca by pushing her hand away, leaving herself empty, before she grabs at Francesca’s cock and lines herself up over it.
“This is what you want?”
“Yes, please”
Michaela locks eyes with Francesca and sinks down slowly, jaw agape as she feels Francesca split her open. Her eyes roll back while she makes her way down, and Francesca can only watch back with an equally dazed expression. She feels the tight squeeze of Michaela’s pussy wrap around her so closely, like she was made to take Francesca and only Francesca. She releases a guttural moan that gets louder and louder the further she sinks into Michaela, until she’s finally buried to the hilt.
“Fuck, Michaela, you feel so good” she breathes out.
Michaela’s walls flutter around Francesca for a moment while she adjusts to the size, and they both moan at the feeling. Then, Michaela starts to move her hips, pushing herself up and down on Francesca’s cock. They watch each other’s faces for a moment, Michaela’s struck with the satisfaction of being filled up so perfectly, and Francesca’s with the desperation of wanting to fill her even more. Francesca’s eyes saunter down Michaela’s body, watching as her cock disappears inside of her over and over and over again. The sight makes her head go foggy with need, and she spreads her hands on Michaela’s ass, using them to guide her up and down at a faster pace, matched by her own upwards thrusts.
“God Francesca, you’re so fucking big” Michaela says, placing her hands on Francesca’s shoulders to steady herself as the pace picks up.
With Michaela’s chest in her face, it’s hard for Francesca to resist the opportunity being presented to her, so she starts to kiss at Michaela’s neck -- sucking and biting her way along the neckline of her shirt. Francesca brings a hand up to tug at the hem Michaela’s shirt, which Michaela takes off quickly, along with her bra.
“Thank you” Francesca pants out, before swirling her tongue around one of Michaela’s nipples and taking it into her mouth. Michaela arches into her, and Francesca lightly bites at her hardened nipple before soothing it over with her tongue once more. She brings a hand up to cup at Michaela’s other breast, not wanting to leave it without attention. She runs her finger along Michalea’s nipple a few times, feeling the peak stiffen and pebble under her touch. Francesca squeezes and pinches at it until finally moving her mouth over to suck at it, giving it the same treatment she had applied to the other.
She feels Michaela’s hand on the back of her head, pressing her harder into her chest while she lets out a moan.
“Good girl, Francesca. You’re making me feel so good right now, do you know that?”
Francesca nods below her, refusing to take her mouth off of Michaela.
“And I love feeling you inside of me, and I love how nicely you stretch me out” she adds, temporarily stopping her hips so she can clench herself around Francesca. Francesca’s jaw goes slack at the sensation, and Michaela starts to ride her again. Francesca bucks up into her harder than before, but it isn’t enough.
She brings her hand downward to fiddle with the controls of her seat, eventually finding the one to adjust the angle backwards a bit more. With the adjustment, Michaela leans over Francesca, their bodies flush against each other. Francesca brings both of her hands up to Michaela’s hips and steadies her, holding her in place while she ruts into her.
With this new angle, she’s able to fuck Michaela deeper than before. She can feel how Michaela’s walls grip around her; how they pulse when tip of her cock presses against the spongy spot inside of her. Michaela lets out a long, low moan when she feels it.
“Fuck, baby, right there. You’re doing such a good job for me”
The praise coils somewhere low in Francesca’s groin as she feels herself getting closer.
“I- I’m getting close” she hears herself say.
Michaela kisses at her neck, making her way to Francesca’s ear.
“Mm, I think you can hold it for me, can’t you? Just until I cum?”
Francesca moans in frustration, which is made worse by Michaela’s nibbling and licking at her ear while she waits for a response.
“I don’t, I don’t know if I can”
Michaela smiles against her ear. “Why not, baby? It just feels too good?”
“Yes, god, yes, you feel so good” Francesca groans out while her thrusts grow sloppy.
“Mm, having my pussy wrapped around your big cock?”
“Fuck, yes, yes”
“So good, you just want to bury yourself inside of me and cum as hard as you can?”
“Please, yes, I need to” Francesca whimpers out, eyes starting to well with tears. “I need to so fucking bad.”
Michaela kisses back along Francesca’s jaw until they’re face to face once more.
“Cum then.”
It only takes two more thrusts before Francesca releases inside of her, thick spurts of cum coating Michaela’s walls. She ruts herself into Michaela as hard as she can, making sure her cum shoots inside of her as deeply as possible. She looks up at Michaela while she comes, and it makes her release even more, seeing how pretty her girlfriend looks and knowing that she’s being filled to the brim with her cum.
She feels Michaela start to flutter around her as she also reaches her climax, milking Francesca’s cock with each pulse. Her eyes roll back as she comes around Francesca, and Francesca is sure she’s never seen anything more beautiful in her life. She keeps fucking into Michaela, helping ride out her orgasm until they are both finished.
Once they come down from their high, they look at each other again, foreheads touching. For a moment, it’s tense, and they just breathe into each other’s faces while they catch their breaths. But it’s Francesca who breaks the tension, unable to stop a wide grin from appearing on her face.
“What has you smiling so big?” Michaela asks, feigning annoyance with an eye roll, but she can’t help a smile from forming on her own face.
“What, I can’t be happy?”
“Not without reason.”
“I do have a reason. My reason is that my beautiful girlfriend is sitting in my lap.”
She leans forward and plants a kiss on Michaela’s lips before moving to pepper kisses across the rest of her face. Michaela laughs at her eagerness and Francesca continues.
“And she looks very pretty today, and she’s my favorite person in the world, and I love her very much, hence my happiness.”
Now, it’s Michaela’s turn to lean down and place a soft kiss on Francesca’s lips.
“I didn’t realize you were such a charmer today.”
Francesca scrunches her nose in response, and Michaela can’t help but to kiss her again, and then once more for good measure.
“But I concur with your reasoning, I am also very happy to be sitting in my beautiful girlfriend’s lap, who I love very much.”
Francesca giggles and brings her hands up to snake them around Michaela’s waist. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” Michaela responds, leaning down to capture Francesca’s lips in another kiss.
It wasn’t meant to be a particularly long kiss, but Francesca hums into it, and Michaela smiles against her lips. Francesca smiles back, and soon enough they’ve deepened the kiss. It’s slower than the kiss they shared before, more exploratory as they lick into each other’s mouths. Tasting, but still with some restraint.
Too much restraint, Francesca decides, as she begins running her fingers along Michaela’s body. She starts with rubbing her hands up and down Michaela’s sides, tracing the curve of her hips. She brings them to the front of Michaela’s body, moving up from her ribs, to her chest, to her shoulders, to the curve of her neck. Then she takes the same path down, and Michaela shivers when Francesca’s fingertips graze against her nipple. Francesca’s hands once again find themselves on Michaela’s hips, but this time, they move lower, Francesca’s fingers pressing into Michaela’s ass as she gently moves her up and down on her cock once more. Michaela gasps, breaking the kiss.
“Again?” she asks, a hint of a surprise coming through in her voice.
Francesca nods her head and captures Michaela’s lips again for another kiss, but it’s far too short as Michaela pulls away before the kiss can even deepen.
“You can actually cum again?” Michaela asks, the disbelief in her voice becoming more apparent.
“What? Oh, no. I won’t be able to for a little while. But that doesn’t mean you can’t. I’m still hard enough. I mean, I’m sure I could still be of some use…” Francesca trails off.
Michaela grins. “Are you asking me to use you to get myself off?”
Francesca smiles back with eager eyes. “I might be.”
Michaela starts to move against Francesca, taking control of the rhythm while she fucks herself on Francesca’s cock. They watch each other while she does, Francesca noting how Michaela’s eyes widen ever so slightly on each downward motion.
“I think you might have some ulterior motives though.”
“And what might those be?” Francesca asks.
“Well, I seem to remember that you came inside of me just a couple of minutes ago. So, you may be partial to the idea of me pushing your cum deeper inside of me.”
Michaela says it like it’s an accusation, but it has no bite, not when Francesca can feel how she clenches tighter around her as the words spill out.
“Well, it seems like you’re just as partial to the idea” Francesca responds, planting kisses on Michaela’s neck and jaw. Michaela moans out, and it sounds so pretty, Francesca decides that she’ll need to continue indulging her just so that she can hear it more.
“But you are right. I came so much inside of you. I like to think about how deep you’re shoving it inside you right now.”
Michaela flutters around her and picks up the pace.
“God, keep talking, baby.”
“I couldn’t help it, your pussy just felt so good around me. So wet and tight for me, I just had to breed you. God, I fucking love breeding you, Michaela.” Francesca brings a hand down now, finding the apex of Michaela’s thighs so that she can press her fingers against Michaela’s clit while she rides.
Michaela cries out at the feeling, bucking her hips against Francesca’s fingers, chasing the contact against her clit.
“Right there, baby, I’m close already. Fuck, right there, don’t stop” she husks out.
Francesca keeps going and looks up at her with needy eyes that make Michaela go weak.
“Cum for me, please, let me feel you cum on my cock again, please Michaela”
The begging does her in and Michaela spasms around Francesca’s cock. Her second orgasm hits her harder than the first, and her voice becomes a series of whimpers and moans as she rides out each wave, bucking against Francesca as she does so.
She pulls Francesca in for a kiss while she comes down, holding her head between her hands and curling her fingers in Francesca’s hair. When she’s done, she leans back after a moment and looks at Francesca, hands cupping her face. And before Francesca can open her mouth to speak, she tilts her head and says “I love you too.”
Francesca nuzzles her head into Michaela’s neck. “I didn’t even say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I could tell what you were going to say.”
Francesca laughs into Michaela’s skin. “You know me too well.”
Michaela combs her hand through Francesca’s hair and kisses the top of her head. “And I’d like to keep knowing you forever.”
Francesca wraps her arms tightly around Michaela and repeats “Yes, forever.”
They hold each other in the moment for a minute before Francesca speaks again.
“We should probably get to that hotel.”
Michaela gives an overly dramatic sigh, but agrees. “Yes, I suppose we can’t stay like this forever.”
Francesca mutters “I wish we could” under her breath before reaching into the center console and grabbing a handful of napkins.
“I feel like this is going to be really messy to clean up no matter what we try.”
Michaela grabs a few of the napkins and slowly lifts herself off of Francesca, wincing at the feeling of being left empty. She uses the napkins in her hand to catch the cum that drips out of her and to wipe off the wetness between her legs. Francesca uses her own set of napkins to clean herself off, including some spots where Michaela had dripped onto her pants. Francesca takes Michaela’s panties, which are still haphazardly pushed to the side and puts them back into place. She pulls them up and then pats twice for good measure.
“You are insatiable” Michaela says with a laugh.
She climbs off of Francesca and returns back to her seat, finding her shirt and bra to put back on along the way. She looks at herself in the passenger side mirror, trying her best to look presentable even though it’s incredibly obvious that she’s been thoroughly taken care of.
As for Francesca, she zips her pants back up, still semi-hard under them, but she’ll be able to deal with it later. She wraps the dirty napkins in a layer of clean ones and then looks over at Michaela, ready to head to the hotel. Michaela, still a bit dissatisfied with her appearance, turns to Francesca.
“You know, you’ve made quite the mess of me.”
Francesca blushes and does a one-over of Michaela.
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up when we’re at the hotel.”
Michaela laughs and rolls her eyes.
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You better.” Francesca says back, smiling, as she puts the car into drive.