“Abby, I’m driving,” he warned me, seeming slightly nervous about what I might have in store for him. “Besides, it needs to wait until we get back to your house.”

“Is that so?” I asked coyly, reaching a hand over to rub his thigh. His leg straightened noticeably as my hand rubbed higher. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me?”

“I can’t,” he answered.

I popped the snap of his jeans and lowered his zipper slowly. “Can’t or won’t?” I whispered.

“I can’t,” he confirmed. “It’s something you need to––oooh.” He moaned when I took him in my hand, loosely sliding it along his length. “You need to see it, Ab. I can’t tell you or I would.”

He was breathing hard. “Do you have any idea how good that feels? I know we only spent one night apart, but it feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been with you, touched you, tasted you.” He raised the hem of my dress and cupped a hand over my damp panties. I almost came on the spot. My cries of pleasure spurred him on and he delved his fingers inside my thin, silk underwear, seeking my center. He quickly found the hard nub, and I threw my head back, letting the orgasm rack my body as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

Only when the convulsions stopped pulsing through me, did I realize that he had pulled the car off on the side of the road. At least one of us was able to maintain some semblance of common sense, I chastised myself. My negative self-chatter was quickly forgotten when Sam brought his hand to his lips and licked the fingers that had just pleasured me. “Mmm. You taste so good.”

It was kind of a naughty move, but it was also incredibly hot. I wanted to taste him, too. I removed my seatbelt, intending to pleasure him with my mouth.

The reality of maneuvering my pregnant belly in his Porsche for my planned romantic rendezvous proved to be much more difficult than I had imagined. I tried a couple of different angles, but there was just no way to bend the way I needed to in order to get my mouth to his cock, even though I desperately wanted to.

We struggled with the logistics of it for a minute before Sam chuckled saying, “There will be plenty of time for that later, Sweetheart.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “We have our whole lives to bring pleasure to each other.” It was the best afterthought I had ever heard, and it made me beam with happiness.

When we got closer to my house, Sam said, “I don’t want Courtney to see me pitching a tent in my pants.” He indicated my hand, which was still gently rubbing his smooth, velvety cock.

“Until later,” I promised him as I reluctantly released his penis.