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It was pretty late at night by the time they finally reached the Canadian border. As he drove closer to the border he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They'd only ask a few questions, right? It wasn't likely that they would have pictures of them or anything, any way of knowing that they were trying to run from the law, right?

Right.

He was worrying over nothing, he was pretty sure of it. So far, everything had been going well. Sure, it had taken them a little longer than expected to get here, mostly because they kept stopping to fool around and the like, but they had managed to get here, new car and all. Once they got through they could find a place to stay for the night and figure out the rest in the morning, right?

Right.

Still, one of his hands left the wheel and searched for her hand, fingers intertwining with one another. Being able to hold her hand was a comfort, at the very least.

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"My cock wants you too" He murmured in reply, gasping in her mouth. He thrusted into her harder now, picking up a faster pace.

Her toes curled and her knees trembled, her walls clenching around him hard, the friction too much. Her mouth fell open on a silent cry, and she tried desperately not to unravel and come. "Please," she begged, her voice strained and her eyes pleading, her hips jerking as he pounded into her. "Come on me."

Her words were more than enough for him and he pulled out of her just in time as he reached his climax, shooting his seed all over her stomach and thighs. Even though it was crude and kind of gross, he couldn't help but think she looked beautiful like that, covered in him.

She whimpered, feeling both bereft and empty as he pulled out of her, but craned her neck immediately, panting. She'd watched him come before, plenty of times, but she gasped softly as the hot, thick liquid coated her, and she liked it. Liked how it felt to be his, and the possessive, sated, and admiring look in his eyes as he finished.

So what if she was messy now? She didn't care one bit, and she gently nudged at his shoulders, her lips nuzzling into his neck, wanting him to stand up or at least roll over.

He rolled over and off of her now, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He looked at Elle and the mess he made on her and couldn't help but grin proudly. There was something really pleasing about seeing her covered in his seed. It was like marking his territory, in a weird sort of way.

She blushed--now, of all times--and beamed at his preening expression, carefully kneeling and straddling one of his legs. She felt definitely unwilling to clean herself up too fast, especially when he looked so proud of it, not that she had been planning on jumping up anyway. Instead she ducked her head down, moving the silk of her hair to one side, and took the tip of his half-hard, sensitive cock into her mouth, licking and cleaning it.

And perhaps trying to get him hard again for her.

He gasped in surprise as mouth was suddenly licked his cock clean. His fingers ran through in an affectionate manner. "I like how eager you are to please me, but I'll need recovery time before I can get hard again."

She giggled, pulling away to lick his balls up to his head, kissing it playfully. "I know," she pouted impishly, "but I like to play." Her eyes shone up at him, her lips twitched with a smile, and she lapped once at his abdomen.

He gasped softly before grabbing her chin, bringing her up for a kiss. He lingered there for a moment before pulling away with a grin. "I know you do."

She smiled prettily, licking at his lips with a hot spark before kneeling back on her heels with a sad little pout. "I was so good. And you promised." She grinned again, reaching for his hand, brushing his fingers over her still-dripping folds with a small shudder. Even if it took him another ten minutes to get hard, she could be patient. And play.

"I did, didn't I?" He thought for a moment, before continuing. "On your back," He commanded, drawing his hand back from her folds. He had a better idea. Even if he couldn't get hard again right away, he could find other ways to please her.

She took in an excited breath and obeyed, spreading out on the bed and ruffled sheet, her head resting on a plush pillow. With an expectant smile, she ran fingers through her hair, gazing up at him.

He kissed down her body, teasing and nipping at the skin until he finally reached her soaking folds. He nuzzled against the wet curls playfully for a moment, inhaling her scent. "You've been such a good girl," He whispered softly before flicking his tongue against her clit.

Elle tensed and melted under his lips, sucking in a sharp gasp at his sweeping tongue. Her thighs trembled a little, and she rocked slowly, eagerly into his teasing exhales with a breathy moan. She really was so wound up, and her heart raced against her chest. "I deserve a prize?" she smirked, reaching down to caress and stroke his hair through her fingers.

"I think so, so you learn to repeat this kind of behavior in the future," He smirked a little, sweeping his tongue teasingly over her folds once more. "Positive reinforcement." And with that he leaned in, lightly nipping at her clit as he brought two fingers up and plunged them inside of her.

Her retort died immediately, and she let out a small, whimpering cry, her head tilted back as her back curved. She wriggled, because his teeth nearly hurt, and her fingers tightened on his hair. That was different. That was good, she decided. "More," she whispered breathlessly.

He replied by grazing his teeth against her sensitive nub again, careful not to bite down too hard. His fingers plunged deeper inside of her, hooking themselves slightly.

"Don't stop," she murmured desperately, rocking on soft, fragile moans into his caresses. She felt it--her control, fraying on the edges with every deliberate stroke of his fingers. Her hips jerked. "Harder," she breathed.

"Be a good girl and come for me," He commanded against her skin in a low, husky tone, biting her a little harder now as his fingers pushed in even farther. His eyes kept trained on her. He wanted to watch her loose control.

She whimpered and sobbed softly at his order, nodding--she wanted nothing more than to do exactly as he said. A pink flush rose in her cheeks as her eyes closed, her hips pushing up more and more erratically. Her entire body shuddered against the gentle pain and she felt it coming. "Lick me," she murmured.

He nodded and ran his tongue over her clit, lapping up the juices that were already beginning to over flow from her. He twisted his fingers, scissoring them inside of her. She was so close now, he knew she only needed a little more push. He pulled his fingers from her, replacing them with his tongue as he licked frantically at her folds.

Her breath stopped for a moment, her body trembling and her fingers curling into his hair. She was already coming around his fingers and then his tongue, her walls clenching as she finally heaved out soft, crying exhales.

He continued eagerly licking at her juices as she road out her orgasm. His eyes were completely fixated on her expressions. She looked so beautiful like this. And it was all for him, only him.

He finally pulled himself from between her legs, wrapping his arms around her waist as he nestled close to her.

She was still throbbing as he took her in his arms, breathless and sated and shivering from finally coming. Her arms embraced him, and she all but melded into him gratefully, taking comfort in his closeness and his warmth. "Thank you," she whispered, her lips dropped to his shoulder.

He didn't even care that she was getting his mess all over him as she melded into him. They would have to take another shower anyways. "You earned it," He whispered in a praising tone. And she had.