This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 8)
Title: This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 8)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1100 words
Summary: Samantha knew there was another good reason she bought the Porsche
Rating: Mature. Sexy times.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay looks into the backseat of the car like her entire future is at stake, and then back at Samantha in disbelief. "You're serious?"
"Completely. Now get back there before I change my mind!" she says, laughing and nudging the girl's shoulder.
They both roll practically head over feet into the rear of the car, the seats feeling unusually plush and inviting. They sit and watch each other for a moment, unsure who will make the first move. Samantha tells herself to wait, let her come to you.
Lindsay's eyes are bright and hungry. She's never been like this and Samantha can't quite put her finger on what is different aside from their surroundings.
She's more than glad that she held out when Lindsay lunges at her, pushing her back against the car's window. The force hurts, but not because of the collision - more of a discomfort, that she can't force back because she's lost all ability to function. She gladly surrenders, watching the girl with insatiable eyes.
Though most of her focus is on the task at hand, she can't help but laugh at the situation. What began as a friendly lunch date between two girls has morphed into something much more satisfying, as it always seems to with these two.
Lindsay ravenously tears off Samantha's button-down, a few buttons flying to the floor of the vehicle. Next, she pulls away the girl's v-neck tanktop, practically ripping it with superhuman strength.
While Samantha knows she should feel terrified by Lindsay's suddenly aggressive actions, she's far too pleased to see how frantically the girl seems to need her, NOW.
Lindsay places her mouth on Samantha's stomach and kisses it gently. She circles her hands around the girl's waist, enjoying a seldom seen area of her body. Her hands venture up the girl's back and carefully undo the clasps of her bra, letting it slowly fall away.
They don't make eye contact for awhile and don't really need to. Samantha can predict the girl's expression by how unrestrained her actions have become.
In a matter of seconds, her jeans and anything beneath have flown off and piles of Lindsay's own clothes hang messily from the backs of both car seats.
Her car is a mess now but under the circumstances, she wouldn't have it any other way.
For a moment, Lindsay slows down and crawls up Samantha's body, her eyes predatory. She kisses her and presses the warmest parts of their bodies together, causing a moan muffled by the joining of their mouths.
She puts her hand behind Samantha's head and tickles her neck. It's electric, causing a chain reaction. She touches her there, and she feels it somewhere entirely different. They both squirm a little, trying to find a comfortable position.
Lindsay backs away, her hand still tickling down Samantha's back. Like that cold feeling you get when you drink a glass of ice water, and the sensation travels from your esophagus and into your stomach, Samantha feels a similar warmth travel from her beating heart and down between her legs.
She gasps as it reaches its destination. It feels like she's being touched but knows it's simply anticipation.
She lays her head back against the plastic panelling of the car and opts to be surprised when the moment comes. Waiting, impatiently, she lifts a hand to her forehead to wipe away a build-up of perspiration.
She's about to shout her demands when she feels a rush of air and soft tissue toying with the inside of her thighs. Again, she knows there is more to come but such teasing causes her to feel close to the end.
Lindsay's pointed tongue feels different, stronger as it proceeds. Impossibly, it finds each and every nerve ending at the same time, sending Samantha into an aroused shock. The pressure is so incredible that she feels her heart beating throughout her an entire body; an earthquake of pulsating pleasure.
Her tongue flattens, the tip of it gently brushing against extreme moisture. She starts slowly, moving her mouth back and forth. With each push, Samantha feels close to release - one of volcanic proportions.
She tries to blame it on the build-up but knows it's simply because she is putty within the girl's reach. Her hand flies up to her Porsche's 'holy-shit handle' and her knuckles whiten with the strong grip. Never having spent any time in the backseat of her car while it's in operation, she suddenly realizes the importance of having these seemingly pointless accessories.
The handle is used to its full purpose, as she screams expletives and holds so tightly, the plastic hinges threaten to snap away.
Her grip loosens, her entire body trembling as that superhuman tongue finishes up after saving the day.
She notices the windows have steamed up and continue to as she heaves breaths and tries to slow her beating heart. Lindsay places a hand on her chest and smiles at the havoc she's caused.
Samantha lays out on her back on the sticky leather; Lindsay is tucked snugly beside, between her and the front seats. Neither of them moves nor speaks for a moment. Samantha relishes in the moment of peace and holds tight to the sweaty girl beside her.
"Um, could we go eat now?" Lindsay asks, timidly.
"Oh. Yeah," Samantha says, trying to sit up without too much discomfort. She considers making a joke about the girl having already eaten, but decides it's too soon.
Lindsay wiggles her way out from between the seats and awkwardly dresses while Samantha does the same. She gives her pant leg a good pull and goes flying backwards landing in the DJ's lap.
"Need some help?" Samantha says, her smile adorable and genuine. She helps the girl finish dressing. The backseat seems much smaller now that they're no longer horizontal but their continued closeness is very welcome.
"I missed you," Lindsay says, shocking Samantha.
"You did?"
"Yeah, of course," she responds, as if it was common knowledge. Samantha smiles again, feeling like happiness could burst out of her at any moment. The redhead leans into her and gives her a lingering hug.
"Let's go get you some food," Samantha says, pointing Lindsay to the front seat of the car. As the girl climbs into the passenger seat, Samantha gives her an encouraging tap on the rear-end.
As she makes her way to the driver's seat, accidentally pressing the car horn, she laughs to herself. Perhaps she should have agreed to the car rendezvous earlier if that's all it took to win a piece of the girl's heart.
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1100 words
Summary: Samantha knew there was another good reason she bought the Porsche
Rating: Mature. Sexy times.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay looks into the backseat of the car like her entire future is at stake, and then back at Samantha in disbelief. "You're serious?"
"Completely. Now get back there before I change my mind!" she says, laughing and nudging the girl's shoulder.
They both roll practically head over feet into the rear of the car, the seats feeling unusually plush and inviting. They sit and watch each other for a moment, unsure who will make the first move. Samantha tells herself to wait, let her come to you.
Lindsay's eyes are bright and hungry. She's never been like this and Samantha can't quite put her finger on what is different aside from their surroundings.
She's more than glad that she held out when Lindsay lunges at her, pushing her back against the car's window. The force hurts, but not because of the collision - more of a discomfort, that she can't force back because she's lost all ability to function. She gladly surrenders, watching the girl with insatiable eyes.
Though most of her focus is on the task at hand, she can't help but laugh at the situation. What began as a friendly lunch date between two girls has morphed into something much more satisfying, as it always seems to with these two.
Lindsay ravenously tears off Samantha's button-down, a few buttons flying to the floor of the vehicle. Next, she pulls away the girl's v-neck tanktop, practically ripping it with superhuman strength.
While Samantha knows she should feel terrified by Lindsay's suddenly aggressive actions, she's far too pleased to see how frantically the girl seems to need her, NOW.
Lindsay places her mouth on Samantha's stomach and kisses it gently. She circles her hands around the girl's waist, enjoying a seldom seen area of her body. Her hands venture up the girl's back and carefully undo the clasps of her bra, letting it slowly fall away.
They don't make eye contact for awhile and don't really need to. Samantha can predict the girl's expression by how unrestrained her actions have become.
In a matter of seconds, her jeans and anything beneath have flown off and piles of Lindsay's own clothes hang messily from the backs of both car seats.
Her car is a mess now but under the circumstances, she wouldn't have it any other way.
For a moment, Lindsay slows down and crawls up Samantha's body, her eyes predatory. She kisses her and presses the warmest parts of their bodies together, causing a moan muffled by the joining of their mouths.
She puts her hand behind Samantha's head and tickles her neck. It's electric, causing a chain reaction. She touches her there, and she feels it somewhere entirely different. They both squirm a little, trying to find a comfortable position.
Lindsay backs away, her hand still tickling down Samantha's back. Like that cold feeling you get when you drink a glass of ice water, and the sensation travels from your esophagus and into your stomach, Samantha feels a similar warmth travel from her beating heart and down between her legs.
She gasps as it reaches its destination. It feels like she's being touched but knows it's simply anticipation.
She lays her head back against the plastic panelling of the car and opts to be surprised when the moment comes. Waiting, impatiently, she lifts a hand to her forehead to wipe away a build-up of perspiration.
She's about to shout her demands when she feels a rush of air and soft tissue toying with the inside of her thighs. Again, she knows there is more to come but such teasing causes her to feel close to the end.
Lindsay's pointed tongue feels different, stronger as it proceeds. Impossibly, it finds each and every nerve ending at the same time, sending Samantha into an aroused shock. The pressure is so incredible that she feels her heart beating throughout her an entire body; an earthquake of pulsating pleasure.
Her tongue flattens, the tip of it gently brushing against extreme moisture. She starts slowly, moving her mouth back and forth. With each push, Samantha feels close to release - one of volcanic proportions.
She tries to blame it on the build-up but knows it's simply because she is putty within the girl's reach. Her hand flies up to her Porsche's 'holy-shit handle' and her knuckles whiten with the strong grip. Never having spent any time in the backseat of her car while it's in operation, she suddenly realizes the importance of having these seemingly pointless accessories.
The handle is used to its full purpose, as she screams expletives and holds so tightly, the plastic hinges threaten to snap away.
Her grip loosens, her entire body trembling as that superhuman tongue finishes up after saving the day.
She notices the windows have steamed up and continue to as she heaves breaths and tries to slow her beating heart. Lindsay places a hand on her chest and smiles at the havoc she's caused.
Samantha lays out on her back on the sticky leather; Lindsay is tucked snugly beside, between her and the front seats. Neither of them moves nor speaks for a moment. Samantha relishes in the moment of peace and holds tight to the sweaty girl beside her.
"Um, could we go eat now?" Lindsay asks, timidly.
"Oh. Yeah," Samantha says, trying to sit up without too much discomfort. She considers making a joke about the girl having already eaten, but decides it's too soon.
Lindsay wiggles her way out from between the seats and awkwardly dresses while Samantha does the same. She gives her pant leg a good pull and goes flying backwards landing in the DJ's lap.
"Need some help?" Samantha says, her smile adorable and genuine. She helps the girl finish dressing. The backseat seems much smaller now that they're no longer horizontal but their continued closeness is very welcome.
"I missed you," Lindsay says, shocking Samantha.
"You did?"
"Yeah, of course," she responds, as if it was common knowledge. Samantha smiles again, feeling like happiness could burst out of her at any moment. The redhead leans into her and gives her a lingering hug.
"Let's go get you some food," Samantha says, pointing Lindsay to the front seat of the car. As the girl climbs into the passenger seat, Samantha gives her an encouraging tap on the rear-end.
As she makes her way to the driver's seat, accidentally pressing the car horn, she laughs to herself. Perhaps she should have agreed to the car rendezvous earlier if that's all it took to win a piece of the girl's heart.