Could he see me? Topless and wanton?

“SJ,” I mumbled, adrenaline spiking at the thought. “People might be able to—ooooh!”

I quaked as his finger breached me, his thumb swiping down over my throbbing clit. His cock jerked against my back as he pinned me between his heat and the cool glass. He worked me over with those clever fingers of his until I didn’t care if the smoking man was getting a free X-rated show.

“Let them see,” he rasped against my ear, his thumb finding the perfect pressure, the most delicious rhythm against my clit, one finger pumping into me, then two, curling, pressing and making my vision start to blur. “Let the whole bloody city look up and see me claiming my female.”

My body coiled tighter, an ache deep within that was spiralling towards the precipice, thanks to his dirty words … his perfect caresses. He pressed down on my clit, and my breath scissored, my tummy fluttered …

“So close,” I breathed, my fingers clawing in vain at the smooth glass. He kissed up under my jaw, soft, adoring presses of his lips, and a pinch to my nipple that ripped a feral moan from me, my pussy clenching his thrusting fingers, my pleasure soaring towards a peak higher than any I could recall. One more pulse of his fingers inside me, and I was nothing but sensation, a panting, quivering, pulsing mess, crying out his name as he wrung my orgasm from me.

“You’re perfect,” he grated, his fingers moving inside me, pulling shudder after shudder from my core. “My perfect Jemma, so ready to take my cock, right here in the morning sun.”

“Yes,” was all I could manage as his fingers slipped from my fluttering pussy, the sounds of his pants being undone, shimmying down his legs, as he caressed my breast with his free hand.

With a gentle press of his hand to my back, he bent me, releasing my breast to slide his fingers reverently over my waist, my butt. He tugged my skirt up over my hips, sliding my soaked panties down to my knees. Arousal trickled from me, and I pressed back, the length of his cock slipping along my wetness.

“Greedy girl,” he crooned, both hands gripping my backside, spreading me. “I recall you quite enjoy this sensation.”

A dirty moan ripped out of me as he gathered arousal, finding my rear entrance and rubbing in teasing circles. “SJ … oh … please!”

“You want my cock and my fingers, don’t you?” he growled, his cock pulsing against my soaked flesh. “Ask me for it, Mouse.”

“I want both, please, SJ!” I begged, rocking to try and get his cock to slip inside my aching pussy. With a growl, he notched himself into place and thrust.

“Oh!” I went up on my tiptoes, aching all over again at the stretch of him inside me. His fingers dug into my hip, and he let out a pained hiss.