Olivia's POV
I gasped when the tip of his Cock brushed against my entrance. Hot, heavy, and throbbing—but he kept his word. He didn't push in. He just aligned us, letting the thick head of his cock sit flush against my soaked folds.
"Lennox…" I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shirt as my body trembled from the contact.
"Shh… I've got you," he said, his voice nearly a growl. "Just let it happen. Just feel."
The friction—the delicious, maddening friction of his shaft sliding between my slick folds as he held me close—was too much. I was wetter than I'd ever been, and the ache between my legs grew unbearable. His scent filled the car, his warmth surrounded me, and all I could do was move with him.
My hips rocked on their own, desperate for more of the contact, chasing the edge I hadn't realized I was so close to. The tension between us built, his groans vibrating against my skin, his hands guiding me perfectly over him, never going too far—but never stopping either.
