She pulled a foil packet from the box just as Alejandro pulled her onto his lap. She put her hands on his shoulders. She’d missed the feel of him, solid and strong underneath her, above her, inside her. Even though they were both clearly desperate to be together, as soon as they came face-to-face again, they stopped and stared.

“Hi,” he whispered.

Her entire body flushed. “Hi.”

He placed his palms on her thighs, edging the hem of her dress up her legs, and then he slipped his hands underneath, ghosting up her thighs. She circled her hips as one of his hands moved to grip her ass, and the other pushed between her legs.

“How long have you been wet?” he whispered to her.

“It’s an hour’s drive up here.”

He laughed and pushed his hand into her underwear.

Deja groaned and shivered at how perfect his touch was after so long without it.

He petted her wet lips, stroking into the folds and circling her clit. “Don’t move your hands,” he directed.

She nodded, and he pushed a finger inside of her. “Fuck,” she breathed, and that one word was like a release all on its own. Her head fell back, and she sighed up at the roof of her car.

“I wish we had time for me to get you off like this,” he said. “I love the way your pussy feels around my fingers.” He pushed another finger inside of her to prove his point.

She moaned and circled her hips, her pussy clenching around his digits, begging him to move them inside of her faster. “What’s the rush?” she breathed.

His laughter was a husky burr that made the hair on her arms stand up. “Nothing but my own lust. I don’t want to wait any longer to get my dick inside you,” he admitted.

Deja found it endearing.

“Get me ready,” he groaned to her, pumping his fingers inside her even as he squeezed her ass and encouraged her to settle her clit over the heel of his hand.

She whimpered, so caught up in the feel of him that it took a few seconds — and deep strokes of his fingers — for her to register his words. She looked down at him with bunched eyebrows and panting breaths.

He didn’t rush her realization of the condom clutched in her grip, but he did reward her when she finally caught on by pushing one more finger inside her.

“Oh god,” she groaned, her fingers already fumbling with the button of his jeans.

He was already semi-hard, but he could get harder. God, could he get harder and thicker and longer, and then he could hit all her favorite spots. He was already hard enough to slip the condom on, but she couldn’t resist touching him, just like he couldn’t resist her.