I text Ted, my driver, and tell him to bring the car around. He appears in record time and I hold the back door of the SUV open for Hannah.

“You have your own driver?” she whispers, as if he might hear her, even though the partition is closed and it’s quite soundproof.

I chuckle. “Yes. Does that surprise you?”

She shakes her head, looking bemused. “Nothing surprises me about you.”

I laugh as I climb in behind her. “Well, then that makes us opposite. Because so far, everything has surprised me about you.”

She turns to face me as I close the door behind me and the car pulls away from the curb.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you keep me on my toes.”

“Is that a good thing?” She looks suspicious and I have to laugh again.

“Yes, sweet, it’s a good thing. Now come here.”

I pull her onto my lap so that she’s facing me, and then I pick up where we left off. Her mouth is so fucking soft and amazing — and kissing her makes me think of how her lips felt wrapped around my cock the other day. The memory alone makes me groan into her mouth.

She moves her hands up and tangles them in my hair, tilting my head so she can kiss me even deeper. I run my hands over her body and bring them to her chest, cupping her full tits in my hands. That makes her moan this time and when she tilts her head back I kiss the soft hollow of her throat.

“Hang on,” I tell her and stop caressing her nipples.

“Trent,” she groans, which makes me grin.

“Just a second,” I tell her. I reach for my phone and then open up the Lovemail app and the email I have cued up. I start to read to her.

“Have you ever had sex in a car? I would love to do that some day. I would love to just crawl into your lap, push my panties aside and slide down onto your cock while we drove down Lake Shore.”

I look up at Hannah. Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed.

“Look where we are, sweet.” I press my nose against her neck as she turns to look out the window. I feel her sharp intake of breath — though I don’t know if it’s because she’s just realized we’re on Lake Shore now, or if it’s because of the way I run my tongue along the soft hollow of her throat.

She turns to look at me again. Her brown eyes are dark with lust and her lips part as she leans in toward me again. She finds my mouth and then we’re kissing again. She braces her hands against my chest and I reach around to cup her ass, nestling her in tighter against me.

She squirms in my lap and I know she can feel how hard my cock is right now. It’s straining against my jeans and I shift to try to get comfortable — but it’s not happening. There’s no getting comfortable right now. Every part of me is calling out for her.

“I can’t wait to bury myself in you,” I say. My words are almost lost in her mouth but I know she hears them because she groans against me. Her lips are moving all over my face now, kissing me everywhere, and she grinds herself back and forth in my lap. She’s wearing another one of those fucking little sundresses — I’m starting to think I should send a thank you note to whoever manufactures them — and I push it up her thighs so that I can feel her soft skin.

Her knees are on either side of my thighs and she’s already riding me, rocking her hips back and forth. I slide my hand in between our bodies and press my fingers against her core.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” Her panties are absolutely drenched, and my fingers come away damp.

“Yeah,” she whispers, breathless. “You kind of have that affect on me.”

I grin. “Well, you have this affect on me.” I take her hand and press it against the front of my jeans so that she can feel how hard my cock is. A gorgeous smile crosses over her face.

“I want you inside me, Trent,” she says. Her voice is husky. “Now.”

“Fuck, I want that too, Hannah.”

She reaches her other hand down and then she’s using both her hands to undo my button and then my zipper. She frees my cock and then gasps as it springs forward, as if it’s reaching for her on its own.

She wraps it in her tight little fist and strokes it a couple of times and I have to bite my lip to keep from just coming all over her hand.

“Come on, Hannah,” I groan into her hair. “Push your panties aside like you wanted. Let me feel your sweet pussy.”

She keeps my cock in one hand but reaches the other hand down and yanks aside the crotch of her panties. She moves her hips forward a little so that she’s pressed up against me.

I can feel her slit against the length of my cock and then she starts moving her hips, coating me in her juices. She’s got a look of precious determination on her face. I throw my head back and groan — this woman has no fucking clue how goddamn sexy she is.

I let her rub her pussy against me a few more times but then I can’t stand it anymore.

“I need to be inside you,” I growl. I grab her by the hips and lift her just enough to position her over my cock. She uses her hands to line me up at her entrance and then she’s sinking down on to me and it’s like the closest fucking thing to heaven that I’ve ever experienced.

She moves slowly because she’s so tight and my cock is so big, but inch by determined inch, she takes me. Her mouth opens further and further, with surprise or with pleasure, as she keeps sinking down on me, until finally I’m all the way inside me.

“Oh my God, Trent.” Her voice sounds pained, but there’s nothing pained about the way she leans forward and kisses me. There’s nothing pained about the way she starts slowly moving her hips, grinding away in my lap.

I grab the front of her dress and pull it down so that I can see her gorgeous tits. She’s got a lacy little purple bra on — which somehow seems appropriate — and I yank that down too, exposing her nipples, which are pink and puckered.

I lean forward and take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and then nipping it lightly. She yelps and then laughs. She presses her body closer to me and I take her other nipple in my mouth and do the same thing. They’re so hard they’re like little pencil erasers and I torment her by running my teeth over them lightly.

She’s still moving her hips against me. I can’t believe how tight she is. Even though her pussy is so wet I can feel her juices pooling between us, it’s still a tight fit. My balls are starting to ache and what I really want to do is flip her over and just slam into her, but I kind of like having her on top. I don’t think it’s a natural position for her and I like seeing her just on the edge of her comfort zone.

“Come on, Hannah,” I say. “Do you like fucking me? Fuck me harder. Use me. I want to see you get yourself off.”

She bites her lip but there’s no hesitation this time. Her hand dips down between us and she finds her clit and uses her fingers to stroke it.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mmm,” she nods. She starts moving her hips a little bit faster and then closes her eyes and throws her head back.

I grip the back of her head and pull her back upright.

“Eyes open,” I tell her. “I want you to look at me when you’re fucking me.”

She opens her eyes and I let myself fall into them, just for a second. She’s so god damned beautiful, and the way she’s looking at me right now, with such naked vulnerability is just … fuck.

I feel my cock start to ache and I know my orgasm is close but I’m going to be damn sure she gets off first.

“You’re so tight, Hannah. You make my cock feel so good.”

She moans but doesn’t take her eyes off me. She’s bucking her hips even faster now, so hard her tits are bouncing. She’s still fingering her clit.

I can feel her pussy start to clench around me, and if I thought she felt tight before, this is just a whole other level. I feel my eyes start to roll back in my head but I force myself to keep them on Hannah, the same way I instructed her to do.

She’s biting her bottom lip now and she’s bucking hard against me and then her pussy is spasming and her mouth is opening into an oh. She can’t even manage my name this time — the sounds coming out of her mouth are just a series of primitive screams, building as her orgasm crests through her.

Her pussy is squeezing me so tight that I can’t hold off anymore. I grab her hips and thrust up into her a few times. I can still feel her clenching and then my balls churn and …

“Oh fuck, Hannah.” I buck up so hard I’m afraid I’m going to tear something inside of her, but her mouth just opens wider as the orgasm continues to pummel her.

My abs clench and I buck up one more time and then I’m joining her on the pleasure wave. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold onto her, forcing her hard down onto me as I come, dropping load after load of hot come inside of her.

It takes whole minutes for both of us to stop shuddering. I’m soft now but still nestled inside of her and even though my lap is a sticky mess by now, it still feels right somehow. Like I’m not quite ready to pull out just yet.

I reach up to the back of her head and pull her in for another kiss. The franticness of earlier is gone, and now it’s surprisingly tender and sweet. Her chest is still heaving and her breath in my mouth comes in soft pants. I run my hands up through her hair and scratch my fingers lightly along her scalp.

“Mmm,” she moans and squirms in my lap. I’m so sensitive that the slight rocking motion is enough to make me gasp, and then before I know it, blood is starting to pool in my cock again.

Hannah pulls back and raises one eyebrow.

“Again, Trent?”

I shrug, grinning. “What can I say? There’s a reason they call me Mister Bigshot.”

She grazes her lips against mine and rocks her hips again. “Well, there’s a reason they call me SweetVixen.”

We drive around for a very long time that night.