The neighbor from across the street had more to offer than I thought… Part 2

We sat in silence for a moment, our breathing still uneven. Her body pressed against mine, warm, heated, wet. The car smelled of sex, sweat, vanilla from her perfume, and unspoken promises.

Emma slowly lifted herself up, tracing her finger along my chest.

- You know… - she started with a smile, “throughout the entire dinner with my family, you sat across the table from me. And all I could think about was how you look without a shirt.

- Well, now you know. - I smiled crookedly.

- I do. But… I haven’t seen how you look when you really lose control.

I clenched my jaw slightly. This wasn’t a game — it was a provocation.

- Want to see? - I asked.

She nodded, that damn confident sparkle in her eye.

I shifted her to the side, laying her body on the back seat. I spread her legs, still wet, glistening. She looked straight into my eyes, never looking away even as I leaned down and started to pleasure her with my tongue — slowly, methodically, deeper and harder with every second until her hips began to tremble.

She writhed, grabbed my hair, whispered my name between moans. I didn’t stop. Only when she started to writhe in pleasure did I feel her body pulsing beneath my tongue.

- God… stop… or you’ll do it again, - she begged, trembling.

I raised my head, looked at her with a smile.

- That was just the warm-up.

I didn’t wait for permission. I entered her immediately — forcefully, with a strength I hadn’t shown the first time. She made sounds that made me lose control myself. Her body moved under my thrusts like in a trance.

- Yes… just like that, don’t stop… - she moaned.

Suddenly, we heard a sound. A car slowly passing by. We froze, motionless, desire burning between us.

- Do you think they saw us? - she whispered, smirking mischievously.

- I don’t care, - I replied, pushing her deeper onto the seat and speeding up the pace. It was wild, hot, tight. The car rocked, and the windows fogged up again.

This time we finished together. Loudly. Without shame.

We sat next to each other, sweaty, half-naked, breathing heavily.

- You know, - she said, putting on only a sweatshirt without a bra, - I have a balcony overlooking your window.

- Seriously?

- And sometimes I sunbathe without panties. Sometimes. When I know you’re home.

I looked at her and couldn’t help but laugh.

- Emma… you’re dangerous.

- And you haven’t even seen what I can do in bed yet, - she replied, kissing me on the lips and ending the evening with a sentence that already wouldn’t let me rest:

- Next time… at my place. But you have to be ready for more than just a quick car fling.

To be continued… inevitably.