Chapter 240 Deep crimson
Stephan lifted his head just enough to look at her. In the dim light, her face was flushed deep crimson, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.
She looked both delicate and completely undone. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then the hinge of her jaw, then the sensitive spot just below her ear.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured. His fingers stroked deeper, circling, pressing. “Say the word and I’ll take you inside.”
She didn’t say it. Instead a soft, she moaned out in pleasure when he slid two fingers inside. Her inner walls fluttered around him.
He worked her slowly, thoroughly, the wet sound of his fingers moving almost too loud in the quiet car.
Alana’s moans grew sweeter, less restrained even as her hands still clutched at his shoulders as if part of her still felt the need to protest the location.
When he withdrew his fingers she made a small, needy sound of loss.
He shifted back just enough to unfasten his own trousers and free himself. The confined space made the movement awkward; his knee pressed into the seat cushion, one hand braced on the headrest.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and drew them down her legs, tossing the scrap of fabric somewhere onto the floorboard. Then he settled between her thighs again, the blunt head of him pressing against her entrance.
Alana’s eyes widened. Her hands came up to his chest once more, not pushing, only resting there. “Stephan... the windows... someone might...”
He kissed her deeply, swallowing the rest, and pushed forward in one smooth, careful thrust.
The stretch drew a sharp, broken moan from her that filled the small space. He sank in slowly until he was buried to the hilt, then held still, forehead pressed to hers, giving her time to adjust. The leather seat creaked under the shift of their weight. Outside, a distant dog barked once and fell silent again. No footsteps approached. No lights came on.
Alana’s breathing was uneven. Soft, embarrassed little sounds kept escaping her even as her legs slowly wrapped around his hips, drawing him deeper.
He began to move in short, controlled strokes, limited by the height of the roof and the narrowness of the back seat. Each thrust rolled his body against hers, the wet friction loud in the quiet.
“Ahh... ahh... mmmnh...” Her moans rose with every deep slide and her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt.
Stephan kept one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding beneath her hips to tilt her just enough for a better angle.
The new pressure made her cry out more clearly, the words slipping out before she could catch it.
He smiled against her mouth and thrust a little harder, the limited space forcing them into a tight, grinding rhythm that rubbed against every sensitive place inside her.
“Still think this is a bad idea?” he asked, voice rough, lips brushing hers between thrusts.
Alana’s only answer was a series of soft, helpless moans and the way her body tightened around him.
Her earlier protests had dissolved into pure sensation. The risk of the open driveway, the fogged windows, the dark house only a few steps away, all of it seemed to heighten every feeling rather than dampen it.
She turned her face into the curve of his neck, muffling the next cry, but he gently guided her chin back so he could watch her.
“Let me hear you,” he murmured. “No one else is listening.”
A longer, sweeter sound left her as he drove deeper. The car rocked subtly with their movements.
The windows were almost completely opaque now. Outside, the street remained empty and silent.
Stephan changed the angle again, lifting one of her legs higher against his side so he could sink even further. The new depth dragged a sharper moan from her throat and her nails scraped lightly down his back.
He kept the pace steady, deliberate, building her higher with every controlled thrust.
Soft, wet sounds filled the car along with her rising voice.
“Mmm... ahh... ohhh... Stephan...”
He leaned down and bit gently at the lobe of her ear, the same way he had before. “Call me husband,” he said, voice low and dark. “Right here. Where anyone could see if they looked close enough.”
The request made the flush on her cheeks deepen further. She shook her head once, small and quick, even as her hips lifted to meet him.
He slowed deliberately, almost pulling out, then sliding back in with exquisite control until she was squirming beneath him.
“Husband...” The word finally slipped out, soft and shaky, barely audible over the sound of their bodies.
The effect was immediate. Stephan’s rhythm turned harder, deeper, the limited space of the back seat forcing every thrust into a powerful grind.
Alana’s moans grew louder, less controlled echoing inside the fogged interior. Her legs locked tighter around him.
One hand braced against the window, leaving a clear streak through the condensation.
He fucked her with focused intensity now, chasing the peak for both of them. The car rocked more noticeably. Soft, rhythmic creaks of leather and the wet slap of skin filled the night.
Alana’s climbed higher until the tension inside her snapped.
She came hard, body arching as much as the confined space allowed, inner walls clamping down in tight, pulsing waves. A long, broken cry tore from her throat, followed by a series of trembling little moans as the orgasm rolled through her.
The rhythmic clench pulled Stephan over the edge a moment later. He buried himself deep and held there, forehead pressed to hers, spilling into her in long, hot pulses while soft, leftover sounds still trembled out of her.
They stayed locked together through every aftershock, breathing hard, the windows completely fogged, the car filled with the scent of sex and warm skin.
Stephan kissed her slowly, gently now, easing her down from the intensity. Alana’s arms stayed loosely around his neck. Soft, contented little sounds still left her lips whenever he shifted inside her.
The deep flush on her cheeks had not faded. She looked thoroughly, beautifully undone in the dim light filtering through the condensation.
He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead and smiled against her mouth.
“Still think it wasn’t appropriate?”
Alana’s only answer was a quiet, embarrassed “Mmm...” and the way she tightened her arms around him just a little, holding on while the night remained still and private around them.
She lay on the back seat, her body limp and weak.
Her mind was still reeling from the man’s freakiness.
Stephan pinched her flushed cheek. “Still savoring the moment? Can’t get enough?”
Her face flushed, she averted her eyes, refusing to look at him.
Stephan curved his lips, took hold of her chin, and turned her face back toward him.
“Be a good girl. Answer me. Did you really like it?”
Alana was so embarrassed she opened her mouth and bit down on his finger.
Stephan laughed wickedly, “Ouch, that hurts!”
She blinked...did she just unlock one of his numerous fetish?
She quickly let go of his finger and saw the wet, bright red teeth marks on it, she was too embarrassed to even look.
Stephan curved his lips, utterly smitten by her bashful expression.
“Sweetheart, do it again. Reward me, I really like it.”
Alana scolded him playfully, “Stephan, you pervert, you masochist!”
“Mm, that’s exactly what I like. The more you hurt me, the more I love it.”
Alana closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at him. He really was beyond help.
Stephan smiled, leaned down to kiss her cheek, then picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and draped them over Alana.
He effortlessly lifted her into his arms and said with a smile, “Sweetheart, we’ve only just begun. Let’s head back to the bedroom for round two.”
Alana gasped.
Oh no, her waist was doomed!
It was indeed doomed but luckily for her, the next day was the weekend.
Otherwise, Alana wouldn’t have been able to get out of bed at all.
And seeing the man still looking so full of energy, Alana felt incredibly bitter inside.
He was the one who put in all the effort, so why was she the one who was exhausted? It’s so unfair!
Stephan, in a good mood, wrapped his arms around Alana and leaned down to kiss her beautiful eyes and brows. “It’s the weekend today. Shall we go out on a date?”
They’d been together for so long, yet they’d never gone on a proper date.
Like a normal couple, going shopping, watching a movie, that sort of thing.
Alana had never been on a date with a man before, so she was really looking forward to it.
“How would you like to go on a date?”
Stephan pinched her nose playfully. “Isn’t that something girls are supposed to think about?”
Alana pouted. “That’s not true, it’s supposed to be the guys who plan everything in advance!”
Stephan raised an eyebrow. “How about we go see a movie together?”