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I leaned across and tousled Fabian’s hair. He momentarily took his eyes off the road and smirked lustily at me. I looked towards the back seat of Fabian’s 2005 Jaguar S-Type and met eyes with Anais.

“Wow, you’re awe-inspiring in your beauty,” I said aloud without realizing it. I felt Fabian’s fierce look pierce me but chose to ignore it. He pressed his foot on the pedal, sending the shiny white Jag shooting up Gramaton Avenue. He could’ve gone 150 mph and we wouldn’t have known any better. We were enthralled by one another and for the second time since we’d met hours earlier, we zoned out from the real world and entered our own little fantasy.

I mulled over Anais’s crisp complexion. Her skin was a shade or two darker than the champagne leather seat she rested on. Her light brown hair cascaded down the left side of her face framing her chiseled cheekbones. Her lips looked enticing with their light coat of lip gloss. Her red silk halter dress hung loosely but I could just make out her hardening nipples. I licked my lips but before I could say a word, Anais leaned forward and put her index finger to my lips. Our lips touched, soft pecks at first, then deep open mouth kisses. Our eyes clung to one another all the while, barely blinking.

“Come sit back here with me bella,” Anais said sweetly, running her fingers through my waist length hair.

I put my hand on Fabian’s arm, feeling it tense as he gripped the wheel tightly. Without looking, I instructed him softly but firmly to pull over. Fabian reluctantly obliged and opened his mouth in silent protest and disbelief as I got out of the passenger seat and stepped quickly into the back. He adjusted his rear view mirror and gawked enviously as he watched Anais and I grope one another. His dick became rigid as he watched us devour one another.

Anais and I wasted no time with small talk. We allowed our passion to encase us like a cocoon. There were no words, no need for them; just hands and mouths against skin. Anais took over with deliberate ease. She subtly pushed me back and looked at me longingly up and down, chewing on her lip, as if to say “let me look at you.” She moved my top to the side exposing both breasts, bowed slightly and licked my nipples in slow circular motions. She took her time. I knew she could feel me shudder as she trailed her fingertips along the small of my spine and suckled my nipple. I was in utter ecstasy and the E amplified the experience tenfold. I moaned as Anais entered a finger slowly into my pussy. She penetrated with shallow thrusts and stroked my g-spot ever so slightly before retreating torturously. I felt my insides throbbing with delight and purred when I felt my pussy explode then implode in orgasm. I giggled and opened my eyes only to be knocked abruptly out of my bliss. I met Fabian’s stabbing gaze in the rear view and knew he was enraged. I smiled guiltily.

“Hold on, precious.”

Anais retreated without question. I leaned forward and put my hand on Fabian’s arm, kissed his face and whispered, “I didn’t forget about you, baby. Don’t worry.”

His features softened and I felt his body relax as I rubbed his arm affectionately. Anais and I held one another during the remaining five minute ride to Fabian’s condo on Tuckahoe Road. I stared at him in the rear view nervously, hoping to reassure him with my gaze. Fabian’s wrath terrified me.