Chapter 20

Gasping, June came up for air, letting herself fall back onto his shoulder. Something like fuzzy wool filled her head. Little tingles ran down her lips where he had touched her. His hand on her hip held her close.

That was real, too, June thought vaguely. It feels like a dream, but it's not. Because I can touch him right now.

Her hand crept down his thigh before digging in hard, her fingernails pressing into the cloth. She could barely see her hand in the darkness, but she heard Subh grunt softly.

June felt rather than saw Subh's own hand rest lightly on her knee. His fingertips began to make little swirls on top of her bare skin. The sensation was just short of being an uncomfortable tickle. Instead it made her hips involuntarily thrust off the seat in quick bursts.

They kissed again, slowly at first, then gaining heat, moving together wildly. Subh's tongue ran over her lips.

At the same time his fingers began working their way upwards, quickly reaching the hem of her mid-thigh black dress. A finger started to lift up the edge. Subh pulled away from her kisses long enough to put his mouth by her ear.

"I don't want to stop," he whispered.

June's hips were still thrusting up in spasms towards his hand. Her head was getting even fuzzier. Blood was quickly rushing out of her brain into the lower half of her body.

"I want you to keep going," she whispered back, "Don't stop until I say so."

Subh exhaled shakily, then slipped his hand under her skirt, running his fingers back and forth over the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. June quickly put her purse in front of her lap in case the driver looked back, although she could barely see herself in the darkness. Vaguely she still heard the driver continuing his passionate conversation in his own language.

June's heart started thudding in her chest again as Subh's fingers kept exploring. Her legs opened wider and wider, as if they had their own will. She swallowed hard when she realized that his fingers had crossed over the skin at the top of her thigh over to the edge of her lacy panties.

"You want this?" Subh whispered, his voice husky as hell.

"Mmm-hmmm," June managed to force out, nodding her head.

His hand moved all the way under her dress, rustling along her panties. June could feel her legs shaking in anticipation, her chest quivering in little shudders. Her hips thrust spasmodically again. She clenched a muscle deep in her pussy, imagining his fingers stroking all the way up insider her.

His fingers started expertly exploring down her panties, scraping fingernails gently along the fabric, down over her mound, to rest lightly on the outer lips of her core. Placing a finger on top of the fabric over each lip, he stroked up and down, sometimes delicately squeezing the fingers together to make the lips rub against each other. Each movement sent little jolts of pleasure streaking from between her legs up towards her belly.

June tried to reach over her hand towards Subh's crotch hidden somewhere in the blackness, but he firmly pushed it away.