She Stopped the Car and Desired Me Like No Other Woman Ever Had

Mariana had a way of resting her hand on my thigh that left no room for misunderstanding. We had been on the road for almost an hour, the gray Audi devouring miles of empty asphalt, and her fingers had been climbing centimeter by centimeter from my knee. She said nothing. She only glanced at me from the corner of her eye, with that half-smile I knew by heart, and looked back at the road as if she weren’t setting me on fire from the inside.

—You’re going to make us miss the route —I told her, trying to sound calm.

—Then stop.

Stop. As if it were that easy. As if I hadn’t spent the whole night holding myself back.

The thin blouse I had put on barely covered me, and every time the sun came through the window she took the chance to spy the lace of my bra. I knew it. That was why I had worn it. Her breathing grew heavier with every look, and the air inside the car filled with something dense, electric, something we wouldn’t be able to ignore much longer.

We couldn’t take it anymore.

Off to one side of the road, a dirt turnoff opened into the pines. I turned without thinking, drove a few meters until the road disappeared from the mirror, and braked hard. The engine cut out and the forest’s silence swallowed us whole, broken only by our quickened breathing.

I turned toward her. Her dress had ridden up her thighs, showing me more skin than I could bear, and her bare leg was so close I felt the heat before I touched it. No words were needed. I pulled the lever and tilted my seat back, and Mariana understood the invitation at once.

She climbed on top of me with an agility that made a nervous laugh burst out of me, her dress riding even higher while her hands roamed over my torso with a hunger she made no effort to hide. My chest responded beneath her fingers. Every caress left a warm mark on my skin, and all I could do was sigh against her neck and let myself go.

Her fingers slipped beneath my blouse and slowly lifted it, letting the cool forest air brush my bare skin. With a mixture of urgency and patience she pulled it off over my head, and when she saw the lace bra her eyes lit up. She played with the edges of the fabric, but she didn’t unfasten it: she only pulled it up just enough to free my breasts.

I wanted to reach around my back to unhook the clasps and she stopped me.

—Leave it —she murmured.

I didn’t insist. Let her do whatever she wants. Every touch sparked a bigger fire than the last, and the forest’s silence made everything more intimate, as if the whole world had gone dark to leave us alone.

My hands went straight to her thighs, climbing, slipping under her dress until I found the wet heat between her legs. She gasped and leaned into me, searching for my mouth with desperation. The kiss was long, wet, our tongues moving to the same frantic rhythm as our hands explored each other. Through the fabric of her underwear I could feel how badly she wanted me, and that only made me more impatient.

Mariana finished pulling my bra up and lowered her mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses until she reached my breasts. Her tongue circled one of my nipples before catching it between her lips, and the moan that escaped me filled the whole car. I clutched the seat. My hips lifted on their own, driven by an urgency burning inside me.

—You get me so hot —she murmured against my skin, her voice rough and thick.

She went back to my chest and sucked on it with a mixture of softness and hunger that made me shiver. I was restless, on the edge, and my fingers found the elastic of her underwear and tugged it down. The wetness I found drew a sigh from me.

—You’re soaked —I whispered.

She smiled, bit her lip, and parted her legs a little to let my fingers in. She arched at once, her hands gripping the seatback, while I picked up the pace and felt her body answer every movement. The sound of her broken breathing drove me wild.

—Yes... like that... don’t stop —she begged, caught between pleading and command.

Her hips hunted my fingers, her skin burned under my hands, and her moans filled the cabin until the windows seemed to vibrate. The air had turned thick, heavy with her floral perfume mixed with both our sweat. When her darkened eyes locked on mine, as if I were the only thing in the world, I knew nothing else mattered.

I leaned down and went lower. I licked her neck slowly, savoring the salt of her skin, and kept going, leaving a wet trail down the center of her chest and stomach. She tangled her fingers in my hair and guided me, moaning with every centimeter I covered. I slid down until I was between her legs, pressed my mouth to her sex, and kissed her as if it were the only thing I cared to taste that night.

***

The scent of her arousal hit me first, intense, a mix of salt and something sweet that went straight to my senses. Her lips were swollen, soaked, shining in the little light slipping through the pine canopy. I opened her slowly with my fingers and let my tongue rise until I found the exact spot where she stood out, needy, throbbing.

—More... don’t stop —she moaned, her voice breaking as her body trembled beneath my mouth.

My fingers went back inside her while my tongue worked without rest. She was so wet, so on the edge, that every movement brought her a little closer to the brink. Her hips moved on their own, searching for friction, and her nails dug into the leather of the seat.

—Look at me —I asked, lifting my gaze to find her eyes.

I wanted her to see what I was doing to her. When she opened her lids, pupils blown with desire, and our eyes met, a deep moan escaped her chest. There was nothing else: only Mariana, me, and the pleasure we were sharing in that car lost among the trees.

Then she let go. Her whole body went rigid, every muscle tightened, and the orgasm rushed through her in waves that made her arch against the seatback. She grabbed my hair, pressed me hard against her, and screamed until she ran out of breath, a scream of pure release that bounced off the fogged-up windows.

I held her while the trembling faded and climbed up to kiss her, a soft kiss, full of tenderness, still charged with everything we had just shared. She smiled against my lips, brushed my face with the tips of her fingers, and for a second neither of us said anything. I could feel every part of my body alive, vibrating with the same energy.

—We’re not stopping here, are we? —she asked, her breathing still ragged.

I shook my head. I had no intention of stopping.

With torturous slowness, Mariana slid one of the bra straps down my shoulder. Before taking it all the way off, she brought her face close to the fabric and breathed in deeply, as if she wanted to keep my scent, and the mix of tenderness and possessiveness in the gesture made me bite my lip. That’s why I’d left it on, I thought, so she could smell it.

—You’re so delicious, my darling —she murmured before pressing her lips to my bare shoulder.

Her kisses were slow, wet. She lowered the other strap and the garment ended up on the car floor. My bare chest was exposed to her hungry gaze and I shivered when her mouth found a nipple, circling it with her tongue before trapping it between her lips. The air inside the Audi felt thick, charged with something primitive, and my body reacted to every stimulus, soaking the fabric of my underwear.

—You have no idea how much it turns me on to see you like this —she said between kisses, while one hand slid down my belly, seeking the edge of my panties.

She pulled down my underwear with a firm motion, drawing my legs together to get it off, and a soft moan escaped me when the wet fabric brushed my skin. She ran her fingers over my sex, still over the cotton, tracing slow circles that pulled more sounds from me than I could contain. Then she moved it aside and touched me directly, without barriers.

The sensation was so intense that my vision blurred. My hips began moving on their own, seeking more contact, and she wasted no time: her fingers moved with a precision only she knew, building the pressure little by little, taking me to the limit.

—Look at me —she ordered.

And when our eyes met, I saw that spark of pure desire, that certainty that in that moment I was completely hers. She lowered her head and replaced her fingers with her mouth, and the tongue on my clit drove all the air from my lungs at once.

—Yes... like that... don’t stop —I panted.

My body jerked with every movement. A wave of heat rose from my belly and dragged me toward a climax so strong tears slipped out of me. Not from sadness. From pure pleasure. I screamed against the car roof, my legs shaking uncontrollably, and I clung to her so I wouldn’t completely come apart.

—That’s it, my love —she murmured, the words vibrating against my skin as she kept stroking me through the very last tremor.

She didn’t stop kissing me. Her lips traveled over my thighs, her tongue following every fold as if she wanted to make sure every part of me felt the same. The pleasure didn’t ease; it came in waves, each one deeper than the last, until my body could take no more and my legs nearly gave out.

When she finally came up, she held me and kissed me deeply, a kiss sweeter but still charged with desire. I held on to her, breathing raggedly, my senses overloaded, certain I had never felt anything so real.

—You’re mine, Renata... you always will be —she whispered.

And although I knew that sooner or later reality would catch up with us, at that moment I didn’t care about anything except her body pressed against mine. The passenger seat smelled like both of us, of satisfied desire and of something still burning in the air, a promise of more trips and more nights like this one, of more corners where we could lose ourselves in each other.

The mix of sweat, perfume, and skin was proof of what we had just shared. The forest, the car, the desire still beating between us made that moment impossible to forget. I started the engine unwilling to go back to the road, knowing that this was not the end of anything, only the beginning.