Chapter Forty One - I want to try and make you feel good...

Asher

I was waiting for Farrah to come out. I may have been sort of proud that she was sneaking out. I think my naughtiness has rubbed off on her. I had texted her when I pulled in, so she should be here soon. And moments later, I see her rushing towards the car.

“Hey,” she grins, getting in.

“Hey, babe,”

I reach over and kiss her softly. I had no clue what she wanted to do.

“Where do you want to go?” I ask.

“Hmm, the woods,” she suggests.

I nod, starting the car and head for the woods. Why she wanted to there, I don’t know, but it is what she wants. I pulled into the woods, finding a spot with the light. You don’t know who is lurking in the woods. I would rather be able to see our surroundings.

“Can I ask why the woods?” I laugh.

Farrah giggles and then smirks. Hmm, what is she up to? She undid her seatbelt and came over, climbing onto my lap, using the leaver to push the chair back to give us more space.

“So, I could do this,” She states.

I didn’t get a chance to say anything else before Farrah pressed her lips to mine. I groan, grasping her by the hips. The kiss was eager, more than usual, and that is saying something. My entire body was reacting to it. And if she continues to kiss me like this, Farrah will feel how I am responding to it, also. I could feel myself become excited.
Farrah takes her lips away from mine, her breathing heavy, and mine was the same.

“Damn, what are you trying to do to me?” I breathe out.

“Hmm, I thought we could try some new things,”

“New things?” I question.

“Yes, I um, want to try, and um, make you feel good,” she whispers.

“We don’t have to,” I smile.

Yes, I want to try everything with Farrah, eventually, but only if I know, she is sure.

“I want to,” she said, kissing my neck.

I groan, my grip tightening on her. She was driving me crazy. Finally, Farrah removed herself from my lap and climbed into the backseat.

“Are you coming to join?” she giggles.

I nod, undoing my seatbelt, and I joined her in the back seat. Farrah pulled my lips back to hers, laying down and bringing me over the top of her. She quickly wraps her legs around, the kissing turning into a heated make-out session with Farrah grinding up against me.

She runs her hands down my back, resting them on my joggers for a moment and then pushed them down as far as she could get them, not breaking the kiss once. She slips on hand between our bodies and into my boxers. The moment I feel her fingers against my length, I gasp and shudder.

Farrah started stroking me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

“Does that feel alright?” she asks nervously.

“Yes,”

It felt damn good! Her fingers were soft, and her touch was enough to make me throb.

“Sit up,”

Her voice was firm and sexy when she said. She removed her hand from my boxers, and I sat up as she asked. Farrah took her place over me, hooking my boxers in her fingers, and told me to lift my hips. I did what she asked, and my boxers were soon coming down to join my joggers at my feet.

I watch her eyes divert to my length that was on show. She groans and starts running her fingers along it again. I hiss, and my eyes close over, my head falling back to rest against the back of the seat. I feel her strokes become quicker, and her warm lips fall on my neck.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I pant.

It has been a little while since I have had a girl’s hands on me like this. She wraps her hand around me, guiding it up and down.

“Yes, just like that, baby,”

Her hand around me felt incredible. She picked up the speed of her hand. It was hard to believe this is the first time she has done this. I feel her brush her thumb over the tip. I groan loudly.

She continued working her hand, her lips kissing anywhere she could reach, her free hand under my tee, her fingertips dancing over my chest and stomach.

My breathing became heavier, and I feel myself twitching in her hand. I was close already. My hips jerks, and I grip onto the car seat.

“Farrah, I am close, “I moan out.

Her lips fell at my ear, her warm breath fanning my skin, adding to the pleasure I was feeling.

“Then let go,” she purrs, biting my neck.

It only took another few seconds, and I grunt and curse, and I release into her hand and over the backseat. It felt good, and I was releasing a lot. Farrah kept going until I still. My breathing was all over the place by now, and my body was shaking a little, also.

“Damn, baby, that was good,” I announce, opening my eyes to look at her.

“Glad you enjoyed,” she smirks, “You made a hell of a mess,” she adds, giggling.

“Sorry, love, but it has been a while,” I chuckle.

I know what she means. I have made a mess. I had wipes in the glove box anyway. Farrah removed herself from my lap, grabbing the wipes. She took a few to clean herself up, handing them to me to do the same. And we got ourselves cleaned up.

I reach over, kissing her softly, and she smiles into my lips.

“I love you, Farrah,”

“I love you too, Asher,”

We got back into the front of the car, but neither of us was ready to call it a night.

“You want to come and stay with me?” I ask, hopeful.

“Yes, but you will need to take me home early before my parents get up,”

“And I will,” I said, resting my hand on her knee.

“Then OK, let’s go,” Farrah suggests.

We got ourselves sorted and then got back on the road. Farrah rested her head on my shoulder. I had one hand on the steering wheel and my other around her. I kissed the top of her head, and she snuggles in closer. She links her fingers with mine, nuzzling my neck.

I smile, looking down at her, but only for a moment and put my attention back on the road. I was utterly in love with her, and yes, it is an incredible feeling, but a part of me is still terrified.

“I can’t wait to get snuggled up in bed with me,” she whispers.

“Same, sweetness,”

I prefer when she is next to me. I miss her when she isn’t there, but I know we can’t spend that many nights together without raising suspicion. I will take what I can get.

I hear Farrah’s breathing become shallow. She had fallen asleep. I will wake her up when we get to mine. It was late, so I am not surprised that she has fallen asleep. I stole a glance down at her. She always looks peaceful and cute when she sleeps. Then again, she always looks cute to me. Well, beautiful best describes it.

I was a lucky guy. How I got this lucky, I will not ever understand.