Chapter 64: Not Letting You Go

When Steven arrived, Monica was waiting for him on the pier.
The pier road was wide, and tall and straight streetlights stood on both sides, casting a slender and small shadow of her figure on the ground.
As he walked over, he partially blocked the light shining on her. Monica's vision darkened, and she looked up to meet his eyes.
"You actually came."
He looked down at her. "Didn't you say you missed me?"
"Didn't I send you a message explaining later? It was just a little test from Lily and them."
‘Monica stood up from her chair, “You don’t have to come all this way at this late hour.”
He raised an eyebrow lightly, “Really? Then, whom were you waiting for?”
Her gaze drifted to the side, “…I was admiring the view.”
He laughed, took a step forward, and reached out to embrace her.
The firm and warm embrace enveloped her, and the coldness on his overcoat, due to the chilly wind during his journey, seemed to be gradually smoothed by the warmth in her heart at this moment.
Monica tightened his coat, “How did you get here so quickly? Your home is quite far from here, isn't it?”
He nodded, “I came from the office.”
“You recovered from your illness, only to start working overtime. You really have some nerve.”
She was obviously dissatisfied with this answer and pushed him away forcefully with a frown, coldly snorting, “You might as well drop dead.”
She continued walking without looking back, and Steven followed, clasping her fingers in his palm, taking control of the pace of their steps in a dominant manner, “It’s just a busy night tonight, but I will leave work on time for the next week.”
“Our game must continue, Monica.”
The car turned into the courtyard of the Perez family mansion, but instead of stopping in front of the door as usual, it went around a bend and headed towards the garage.
Although Monica was puzzled, she didn't say anything. It wasn't until the car was parked in its space, and the engine was turned off, that the interior of the car instantly became quiet.
She didn't rush to get out of the car, leaning on the seat for a while. She reached out and motioned for him to come closer. Steven thought she had something to say, so he leaned down, turning his head.
Suddenly, a kiss landed softly on his cheek. He was slightly surprised.
“This is tonight's reward.”
After quickly giving him a kiss, she turned around to open the door and get out of the car. She realized that the door was still locked, so she looked back at him, “Unlock the door.”
Steven touched his cheek and savored the feeling for a while before smiling softly, “Isn't it not enough?”
Looking into his eyes, Monica felt as if there was something hidden behind them, as if this kiss was just a bait, and once she took the bait, she would be completely hooked.
She quickly leaned closer and pecked his lips, “Okay, no taking advantage, I have to go now.”
“No, that's still not enough.” Taking advantage of the situation, he pulled her close, holding the back of her head and pressing his lips against hers, deepening the kiss.
Inside the small car, the sensation of the kiss seemed to magnify infinitely, intensifying their rising passion.
Their lips and tongues entangled, Monica gasping for breath. In a daze, she heard the faint sound of the seat being adjusted, and then she was lifted onto his lap from the passenger seat.
Steven made her kneel on his lap, facing away from the steering wheel, raising his head to intermittently suck on her lips. His fingers gently tightened around her waist.
Monica had been sitting astride his legs, but he forcefully pulled her towards him, causing her to collapse against him, her thighs pressing against his hips as her legs fit perfectly with his.
It was a little warm, but not fully erect, yet its presence couldn't be ignored.
She was not quite used to it, struggling to get up, but was held down by Steven's grip on her waist, starting to grind slowly.
Her body stiffened, and an electric current traveled along her spine straightened upwards, exploding in the mind. Although there was fabric in between, the sensation was undeniably real.
The sensitive area between her thighs rubbed against his genitals, stimulating each other through the fabric, and she could feel that thing underneath growing and hardening, aggressively poking at her, causing her whole body to go weak.
She had experienced the manipulation of that thing before, knowing the kind of feeling it brings.
Suddenly, her body started to heat up, sensing a dangerous signal.
"You..."
Steven reached out, lifting up her skirt, pressing her harder against his penis, simulating the motions of intercourse, gently thrusting upwards. The bulging erection repeatedly rubbed against her soft and tender inner thighs, almost sinking into the cleft of her panties.
Monica gasped for breath, tightening her grip on his clothes. It felt a little numb, but also a little ticklish.
Her inner thighs burned, and she instinctively moved back, but accidentally brushed against his belt with her thigh, feeling the cool touch of the leather.
It was a conflicting sensation, and she couldn't move forward or backward, only staying in place, her legs being rubbed by his penis through his pants, her body trembling uncontrollably, her inner thighs involuntarily becoming wet.
Steven's kisses trailed down her neck, sucking and biting on the tender white skin. His fingers reached under her skirt, pushing aside the dampened panties, allowing unobstructed movements.
The delicate and sensitive skin was exposed to the air, repeatedly stimulated by the fabric with resilience and the rough and hard penis underneath.
All the debauched actions were concealed beneath her skirt, the secretive pleasure washing over her nerves, gradually eroding her remaining sanity.
Monica couldn't help but moan softly, the seductive cries echoing lightly in the car, fueling the flames of desire even more intensely.
Steven reached out to unbutton her clothes, revealing her full breasts encased in a bra.
Starting from a kiss, Monica's rationality gradually faded away. She slowly regained her senses and pushed him away, "…We're in the car!"
"Can't we?" He gently pinched her waist. "I've wanted to do this since our road trip."
On that day, when her eyes were filled with moisture, it ignited an intense desire within him, wanting to pin her down on the car and continue ravishing her without stopping.
Monica was still a bit nervous, "We can't..."
"This is your own garage, no one will come." He hooked his finger around her bra strap. "Don't be afraid."
She seemed to understand something, "…Did you intentionally drive here?"
Their game had always been initiated by him, but tonight, it was purely her inner turmoil, her emotional inclination towards him.
Steven kissed her fingertips affectionately, "Since you took this step towards me, I won't be able to let you go."