Project Gutenberg A Christmas Carol Novels & Stories

Slow at first, but the rhythm made my body react. A soft groan slipped from my lip, my head fell back against the window as pleasure washed through me, every nerve in my body lit up, every thought scattering. The car was silent, filled with only the sound of our skin slapping against each other. He groaned at the sound, low and restrained, his jaw tightening as his movements grew faster. The car rocked gently with each thrust, I clung to him, my breath jerky, my body arching without permission. His name left my lips again, this time louder. The sound of his name on my lips seemed to intoxicate him, as he picked up his pace, thrusting frantically that I had to grab the seat to support myself.