The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as Katie poured the last of the coffee into her travel mug. Mark leaned against the counter, freshly showered and dressed for the day. His sandy blonde hair was still damp, and his shirt clung neatly to his shoulders. He smiled at her, that warm, familiar expression that always made her feel grounded.

"Are you sure you’ve packed everything?" he asked, glancing at the suitcase by the door. "You know how you get halfway through these trips and remember you forgot something."

Katie laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, Mr Prepared. I double-checked. Twice."

Mark chuckled and stepped closer, resting his hands on her waist. "I just don’t want to get a panicked call asking me to ship your phone charger overnight."

"I’m not that bad," she protested, though the playful disbelief in his raised eyebrow made her smile. She leaned up to kiss him, a brief but comforting press of lips that had become as much a part of their routine as brushing their teeth in the morning. "You’ll survive a couple of days without me, right?"

"Barely," he teased, though his voice held a softness that made her linger for a moment longer.

The sound of a car horn outside broke the quiet. Katie glanced at the window and saw Brian’s familiar SUV idling at the curb. Mark released her with a final squeeze of her waist.

"That’s my cue," she said, grabbing her bag. Before she could reach for her suitcase, Mark picked it up and carried it to the door.

Katie paused for a final glance in the hallway mirror. Her brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders, framing her face in the way she liked. The fitted blouse and trousers she had chosen hugged her petite, athletic frame perfectly, striking the balance between professional and flattering. Satisfied with her appearance, she turned and swung the door open.

Mark nodded, stepping aside to let her out. "Have fun. Text me when you get there."

"I will. Love you," she said, squeezing his hand before heading down the path.

Brian hopped out of the car as she approached, flashing his usual easy grin. He wore a blue shirt and dark brown trousers, his broad shoulders filling out the fabric as though it had been tailored for him. His short brown hair caught the sunlight, and he moved with the relaxed confidence that always seemed to follow him.

"Morning, Katie," he said, taking her suitcase from her before she could protest. "Ready for two hours of me serenading you with terrible pop songs?"

"I’m as ready as I’ll ever be," she said, rolling her eyes but laughing. "Just don’t make me regret this."

"Never," he replied, giving her a wink as he loaded her bag into the boot. "Morning, Mark!" he added, waving toward the house where Mark stood watching with an amused smile.

"Take care of her!" Mark called back.

"Always," Brian said with mock solemnity, holding a hand to his heart. Katie shook her head and climbed into the passenger seat as Brian slid into the driver’s side.

As they pulled away, Brian adjusted the stereo, and a cheerful pop song filled the car. "So, do you want to start with guilty pleasures or straight-up classics?"

"Let’s keep it light," Katie said, sipping her coffee. "I’m not sure I can handle your so-called classics this early."

Brian laughed, glancing at her briefly. "Fair enough. No power ballads until at least midday."

The conversation flowed easily as they drove. Brian had a natural way of putting people at ease, and Katie found herself laughing at his stories about past conferences and office mishaps. His charm was harmless and affable, making him effortlessly easy to be around.

"So, what’s your plan for the conference?" he asked as they cruised down the motorway. "Are you going to steal the spotlight with your brilliance or quietly let everyone else fumble through?"

"Definitely the latter," Katie said with a grin. "I’ll be the one in the back, pretending to take notes."

"Yeah, right," Brian scoffed. "You’ve got that knack for making people pay attention, even when you’re not trying. Don’t think I haven’t noticed."

Katie rolled her eyes. "You’re just buttering me up."

"Maybe," he admitted with a shrug. "But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong."

The miles stretched ahead, and as Brian launched into another story, Katie leaned back in her seat, enjoying the easy companionship. Other than the music, it was shaping up to be a good start to the trip.

Twenty minutes later, Katie sighed dramatically as yet another upbeat pop song blared through the speakers.

"Alright, alright," Brian said, shooting her a sidelong glance. "If my music taste is so unbearable, why don’t you take over? Hook up your phone. Let’s hear what ‘superior’ music sounds like."

"Fine," Katie said, The connection beeped, and almost instantly, Katie’s phone resumed playing the last thing she had been listening to. To her utter horror, a husky, dramatic voice filled the car.

"His strong hands slid up her bare thighs, spreading them as he pressed her against the tree. The elf gasped as the prince’s lips trailed hot kisses along her neck, his breath warm against her skin. ‘Do you trust me?’ he murmured, his voice low and commanding. She nodded, her fingers tangling in his hair as she whispered, ‘Yes…’"

Katie froze, staring wide-eyed at the phone as the words continued. Her stomach dropped, and heat surged up her neck. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, fumbling to change it. Her fingers became clumsy, tapping frantically at the screen as the prince and elf grew more intimate by the second.

Brian, to his credit, didn’t immediately burst out laughing, though Katie caught the twitch of his lips. "Wow," he said casually, his tone carefully neutral. "That’s definitely some interesting music, Katie."

"Shut up!" she hissed, finally managing to pause the story. Her fingers shook as she scrambled to switch to a playlist. A calm acoustic track filled the car, though her heart still raced. She dared a glance at him, praying he hadn’t been paying attention.

Brian raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching with amusement. "So, an elf and a prince, huh? Not what I was expecting from you."

"It wasn’t—" Katie started, then sighed, slumping back in her seat. "Okay, fine. Yes. It was an erotic story. So what?"

His grin widened, but he kept his eyes on the road. "Hey, no judgement here."

"Yeah, right," Katie shot back, glaring at him. "I bet you watch porn. So you can’t judge me for this."

Brian chuckled, the sound low and warm. "I wasn’t judging you, Katie. Honestly, I get it. I’ve even read some erotica now and then."

That stopped her in her tracks. She turned to him, genuinely surprised. "Wait, what? You? Mr Cool-and-Casual Brian reads erotica?"

He glanced at her briefly, his grin softening into something more sincere. "Yeah, why not? Everyone needs a little escape sometimes, right? And some of it’s pretty well written."

Katie stared at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. His reaction was so… normal. No teasing, no mockery. Just an understanding shrug, like it was no big deal.

"Fair point," she admitted, folding her arms. "I didn’t think you’d be so… chill about it."

"Life’s too short to get uptight about harmless stuff," he said, his tone light. Then his smirk returned. "Although, I do have to say, I didn’t peg you for the elf-and-prince type."

"Don’t push your luck," Katie warned, but she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips. The tension eased, and she shook her head, leaning back in her seat. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re surprisingly fun to road trip with," he countered. "Even if you’ve got questionable taste in fantasy romance."

Katie laughed despite herself, her cheeks still hot from embarrassment. She adjusted her posture, folding her arms defensively. "Look, it’s not just smut. There’s a plot. Fansbell is a court advisor, but she’s got no real power because of her elven heritage. She needs Artur’s influence to sway the council, and, well, he proposes this deal."

Brian raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "A deal involving a romp in the woods?"

"It’s more nuanced than that!" Katie said, glaring at him. "Artur isn’t just some sleazy prince. He’s charming, cunning, and he sees her worth beyond her heritage. Their encounter is as much about mutual respect as it is about desire."

"Mutual respect in the woods, sure," Brian teased, his grin widening. "Sounds compelling."

Katie groaned. "You’re impossible."

"Fine, prove it," Brian said suddenly, his voice light but laced with a hint of challenge. "Put it back on. Let me be the judge."

Katie’s jaw dropped. "You’re kidding."

He glanced at her, his expression calm but mischievous. "What? You clearly think it’s good, and I’m curious. Let’s hear it."

For a moment, Katie hesitated, torn between horror and indignation. Then, with a defiant huff, she grabbed her phone. "Alright, but don’t you dare laugh. You’ll see I’m right."

She hit play, and the narrator’s voice filled the car once more.

"Artur’s lips found the sensitive curve of her neck, and Fansbell’s resolve shattered. His hand slipped beneath her gown, teasing the delicate flesh of her thighs. She shivered as his touch ignited a heat within her, one that grew unbearable as he knelt before her. The prince smirked, his voice low and commanding. 'Let me show you why alliances with princes are so desirable.'”

Katie’s heart pounded as the scene escalated, the descriptions growing more vivid. She stole another glance at Brian and froze. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the wheel a little too firmly, but it was the growing bulge in his jeans that drew her attention.

The story continued, the narrator’s voice weaving an increasingly heated encounter.

"Artur’s pace quickened as Fansbell cried out, her nails raking across his back. Her soft cries echoed through the forest as his control snapped, and with a growl, he pulled back just in time, his release spilling across her lithe form. Fansbell, breathless but not satisfied, whispered an incantation, her fingers glowing faintly as the prince’s strength was renewed. His smirk returned as he pulled her close. 'Shall we go again, my lord?’”

"Told you," Katie said, her voice tinged with smugness. "Fantasy is a great genre for erotica. Magic makes so many things possible."

Brian let out a low chuckle, though it sounded a bit strained. "You might have a point."

Katie turned to look at Brian again. His smirk had faded, replaced with a more serious expression, his eyes glued to the road but his breathing heavier. The tension in the car was palpable, and her own body responded in kind, her skin tingling as the narrator continued.

"Artur thrust into her again, his movements bolder this time, as though he’d been reborn. Fansbell’s cries were muffled against his shoulder as they moved together, her body arching into his as his name spilled from her lips like a prayer. When he climaxed again, this time deep within her, she trembled, her magic flaring briefly as she clung to him."

Katie bit her lip, shifting in her seat as her pulse raced. She wasn’t sure if it was the story or Brian’s obvious reaction that was getting to her more. She cleared her throat, trying to sound casual. "So what do you think?"

Brian exhaled slowly, a faint smirk reappearing. "I think you might be onto something. The storytelling is decent, and yeah, the magic adds an interesting angle."

Katie crossed her arms, attempting to act unaffected, though her voice came out sharper than intended. "See? I told you it wasn’t just trashy smut."

Brian chuckled, his voice low and warm. "Never said it was. But I will admit, this is intense."

The air in the car felt thick, charged with something neither of them acknowledged outright. Katie glanced at Brian again, her gaze lingering on his tightened grip and the undeniable evidence of his enjoyment. She quickly looked away, her cheeks burning, and focused on the music that had resumed playing softly in the background. This was going to be a long, tense drive.

The narrator’s voice filled the car once again, the scene growing even more explicit.

"Artur grasped Fansbell’s delicate chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. ‘You’re perfect,’ he murmured, his voice raw. She barely had time to respond before his body tensed, before groaning and covering her delicate features in long, shimmering white ribbons. She gasped, a mix of shock and delight as she whispered, ‘My prince.’" Her eyes fluttered closed as a small, satisfied smile played on her lips, the prince’s laboured breaths mingling with her own."

Brian let out a low whistle, his grip on the wheel tightening as he glanced sideways at Katie. "This story is quite heavy on the cum, Katie."

Katie’s face went bright red. She could feel the heat rushing up her neck and spreading to her ears. If she hadn’t been so completely turned on, she might have laughed it off or brushed it aside. But instead, her voice betrayed her, soft and almost breathless as she admitted, "Yeah, it’s something that, um, turns me on. A lot."

The moment the words left her lips, Katie wanted to sink into the seat and disappear. She sneaked a glance at Brian and saw his eyes widen, his brows shooting up at her emphasis on a lot. He didn’t say anything at first, and the silence in the car felt deafening.

Katie fidgeted, crossing her arms over her chest as the narrator carried on.

"Artur didn’t stop there. As his magic surged, his stamina returned, and he pressed Fansbell back against the mossy forest floor. He positioned himself atop her, his hard length already nestled snugly inside of her. With a groan that echoed through the serene forest, he began to thrust into her with a fervour that suggested he couldn't get enough.

His hips moved rhythmically, slamming into hers with a force that sent shockwaves coursing through their bodies. Each thrust was filled with raw passion and lust; every movement felt like an earthquake beneath them. Fansbell moaned softly, her eyes closed in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him, locking him tight against her core.”

Katie bit her lip hard, trying to ignore the growing tension in the car. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, and she dared not look at Brian again. Yet, she couldn’t help noticing his shifting posture, the way his knuckles were white against the steering wheel. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and both of them were acutely aware of the heat simmering just beneath the surface.

“Artur's hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. His fingers danced along the length of her spine, then down to cup her ass cheeks. He squeezed them gently, pulling her closer as he drove into her again and again. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, punctuated only by Fansbell's soft moans and cries for more.

As Artur reached his climax, waves of pleasure crashed over him like a tsunami. He grunted and groaned, pumping into Fansbell one last time before collapsing on top of her, spent. His orgasm was intense, his body shaking with the force of it. He squeezed out every drop of cum, coating Fansbell's insides and sending a warm rush through them both.

Finally, Brian exhaled a slow, almost deliberate breath. "So you’re really into this sort of thing, huh?"

Katie swallowed, her throat dry. She hesitated, then nodded, deciding there was no point in denying it now. "Yeah, I guess I am," she said, her voice quiet but steady. "What of it?"

Brian chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Nothing. Just learning new things about you, Katie." His tone was teasing, but there was a layer of something else beneath it—something deeper, more charged.

They sat in silence for another stretch of road, the narrator’s voice weaving another heated moment between the elf and prince. Neither spoke, but the atmosphere in the car was anything but calm. The story continued, each vivid detail adding to the growing tension, until both Katie and Brian felt like the air might snap around them.

Katie shifted uncomfortably, her legs pressing together as her mind spun. She stole another glance at Brian as he shifted again in his seat, the movement subtle but telling. His jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly. Her eyes travelled downward, and it was impossible not to notice the unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric of his trousers.

"Are you okay?" she asked, trying to sound casual, though her voice betrayed the flutter of nerves in her chest.

Brian let out a low, frustrated sigh. "Honestly? Not really," he admitted, his cheeks colouring slightly. "It’s, uh, getting a bit cramped in here." He gestured vaguely at his lap, as though that explained everything.

Katie’s stomach flipped. The new openness between them hung heavily in the air, and before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out. "Do you want some help?"

Brian’s head whipped towards her, his eyes wide with shock. "Katie"

But she was already reaching over, her hand sliding carefully over his lap. Her fingers worked deftly, readjusting him through the fabric to ease the tension. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body going still as her touch lingered.

"Better?" she asked, her voice soft, though her hand didn’t move away.

Brian didn’t answer immediately. His eyes flicked between the road and her, his expression a mixture of disbelief and something darker, more primal. Finally, he nodded, his voice low and strained. "Yeah, much better."

But Katie still didn’t move her hand away. Her fingers brushing gently against him in slow, deliberate movements. She felt his body tense beneath her touch, and the heat in the car seemed to rise another degree.

The narrator’s voice carried on, oblivious to the scene unfolding in the car.

"Fansbell’s body arched as Artur thrust into her again, his movements more desperate now. Her cries echoed through the forest, mingling with the prince’s ragged breaths. ‘You’re mine,’ he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove them both higher. The elf gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as her magic flared wildly, pulling him deeper into her."

Katie gasped as her own body responded to the scene playing out in the story and to the tension filling the small space between her and Brian. She bit her lip, her free hand slipping almost unconsciously between her legs. The fabric of her trousers pressed against her aching core, and she let out a small, shuddering sigh.

Brian glanced at her briefly, his eyes darkening as he realised what she was doing. His knuckles tightened on the wheel, but he didn’t say anything, the air between them thick with unspoken understanding.

"Artur’s pace became frantic as he reached another climax, his release spilling into her as she cried out his name. But the prince didn’t stop there. His hands roamed her body as she whispered an incantation, renewing his strength. With a wicked smile, he pulled her close again, murmuring, ‘I’m not done with you yet.’”

Katie’s movements grew bolder, her hand stroking Brian through his trousers as her other hand pressed harder against herself. The narrator’s voice seemed to echo in her mind, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality as the tension in the car became almost unbearable.

Brian exhaled a shaky breath, his voice low and rough. "Katie, are you sure about this?"

She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed but her eyes steady. "I don’t know," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "But I can’t seem to stop. I don’t want to stop."

The story continued playing in the background, its narrator weaving an intense and increasingly explicit scene that only added fuel to the tension in the car.

"Artur’s thrusts grew urgent, his breath mingling with Fansbell’s gasps as the forest seemed to hold its breath around them. The elf clung to him, her cries rising in pitch as her magic swirled in the air like a glowing mist. ‘Come for me,’ Artur whispered, his voice low and commanding. And as if compelled by his words, Fansbell’s body tensed, her release breaking over her like a wave. Artur groaned deeply, his own climax following as he exploded, shooting himself all over her pale, trembling form."

Katie’s breath was shaky as her fingers rubbed against Brian’s trousers, her resolve slipping moment by moment. The heat in the car was stifling, the air thick with tension. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her hand moved with purpose, unzipping Brian’s trousers and freeing his length from its confines.

Brian let out a guttural sound, his hands tightening on the wheel as he tried to stay focused on the road. "Katie," he said, his voice thick and strained, "are you sure?"

She didn’t answer, too far gone to stop herself. Her own hand slipped into her trousers, her fingers brushing against her heated skin as she sighed softly, the relief almost overwhelming. The sensation of her hand stroking Brian while she touched herself sent sparks through her body.

Brian groaned, his hips shifting slightly toward her touch. "Katie, you’re going to drive me insane," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

Her own voice trembled with arousal. "You asked earlier about how much I love cum," she said, her words spilling out in a rush. "I love it inside me, warm and deep. I love it on my skin, dripping down. I love it in my hair, tangled like I’ve been claimed." Her cheeks burned as she spoke, but the truth of it made her bolder.

Brian’s reaction was immediate. His breathing quickened, his body tensing beneath her touch. "You’re unbelievable," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "That’s so hot."

The narrator’s voice swelled as the story reached another climax.

"Fansbell shivered as Artur’s release covered her in long, hot ribbons, her body trembling with satisfaction. Her fingers dipped into the warmth on her skin, a soft, breathless laugh escaping her lips as she whispered, ‘You’re insatiable.’ The prince grinned wickedly, his strength renewed by magic. ‘And you wouldn’t have me any other way,’ he replied, pulling her close again."

Katie moaned softly, her own body trembling with the tension that had built between them. Brian’s head turned slightly, his eyes catching hers as he saw the flush of her cheeks, the way her hand moved beneath her waistband. His control was slipping fast.

"This isn’t safe," he said suddenly, his voice tight. He glanced ahead and spotted a layby. Without hesitation, he turned on the indicator and pulled into it, the car slowing to a halt. His chest rose and fell heavily as he shifted the gear into park and looked at her, his eyes dark with need. The layby was lined with trees, blocking out the sun and leaving the light in the car shadowed and muted. 

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what they were doing pressing down on them as the story continued to play softly in the background. But neither of them moved to stop. Instead, the silence only deepened the connection between them, pushing them further into the moment.

The car hummed quietly around them, the story forgotten in the background as the tension that had been building finally spilled over. With the vehicle safely parked in the layby, the confines of the space became irrelevant, their focus locked entirely on each other.

Brian reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion. Katie’s eyes roamed his body, taking in the broad, muscular chest she’d only glimpsed through his fitted shirts. His skin was golden in the muted light, his shoulders strong and his abs defined. A faint line of hair trailed down from his chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. She couldn’t stop the low hum of approval that escaped her lips.

“You’ve been hiding this under those tight shirts,” Katie said, her voice breathy. “Very impressive. I don’t think they left anything to the imagination.”

Brian grinned, his confidence growing under her gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself, Katie.”

She chuckled, feeling a surge of boldness as she reached for the buttons on her blouse. Slowly, she slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her petite, athletic frame. Her skin was smooth, her curves subtle yet perfectly proportioned. The black lace of her bra clung to her figure, highlighting the subtle swell of her petite breasts. She tossed the blouse aside, her eyes never leaving Brian’s as she tugged at her trousers, her lips twitching into a grin when they got caught momentarily on her shoe. "Damn it," she muttered, pulling them free. She laughed breathlessly, as lent over helping as best she could, the awkwardness melting into shared excitement.

Brian’s gaze was intense, his eyes drinking her in. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. “I knew you were fit, but…” His words trailed off as he shook his head, his hands flexing as though he was barely holding himself back.

Katie blushed under his scrutiny but didn’t look away. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she quipped, though her voice carried an edge of sincerity. “I mean, those shoulders could probably carry the world.”

Brian laughed softly, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. His jeans slid down, revealing strong, toned legs and black boxers that were rumpled up under his balls. Katie’s breath caught as she glanced at him, the sight of his powerful build and the raw hunger in his eyes making her pulse quicken.

“You’re amazing,” he said, his voice rough as his hand trailed up her leg. “Every inch of you.”

Katie smirked, reaching out to tug his boxers down. “And you’re overdressed,” she replied, her tone playful but filled with desire. As his boxers joined the pile of discarded clothing, she took a moment to admire him fully, her cheeks flushing but her eyes unapologetically drinking him in.

“You’re incredible,” she murmured, her voice soft as she traced her fingers over his abdomen. “Strong. Perfect.”

Brian let out a shaky breath, his hands roaming her body, sliding around her back to unclasp her bra. The fabric slipped away, and he paused, his eyes lingering on her. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with conviction.

Brian leaned over, his hand finding a lever on the side of Katie’s seat. With a firm pull, it reclined smoothly, giving her space to lie back. She shivered as he ran his hands up her thighs, gently nudging them apart before replacing her hand between her legs with his own. His fingers moved with confidence, finding the sensitive spot that made her gasp, her hips arching involuntarily toward him.

"You’re so wet," he murmured, his voice husky. His thumb circled her, and she let out a soft moan, her head pressing back into the seat. "I’ve barely touched you."

"Brian" Katie’s voice was strained, her body trembling as his movements grew more deliberate. "Fuck fingering," she growled, her tone thick with need. "I need you. Now. I need you fuck me."

Brian’s eyes darkened at her words, his body responding instantly. "Say no more," he said, his voice low as he shifted, climbing over her with surprising agility given the cramped space. His hands gripped her hips firmly as he positioned himself, their breaths mingling as they locked eyes.

Katie wrapped her legs around him instinctively, pulling him closer. Her body was taut with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. When he entered her, they both groaned, the sound raw and unrestrained. Brian paused for a moment, his forehead resting against hers as he let her adjust to him, his breath ragged.

"You feel…" he began, but the words trailed off into a low groan as Katie rocked her hips, urging him on. He didn’t need further encouragement.

The car rocked gently as they moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that quickly grew more urgent. Katie’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she gasped his name, the sensations overwhelming her. Brian’s lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his pace quickened.

The confined space only added to the intensity of the moment, their shared heat fogging the windows and making the world outside disappear entirely. All that mattered was the raw, undeniable connection between them as they lost themselves completely to each other.

Katie's breath caught as she pressed her feet against the dashboard, her thighs gripping Brian’s hips tightly. The angle allowed him to thrust deeper, drawing a gasping moan from her lips with every movement. His hands roamed her body, one finding its way to her breast, cupping and kneading it gently before pinching her sensitive nipple. Katie arched into his touch, her head tipping back against the reclined seat.

"God, Brian," she panted, her voice filled with desperation and pleasure. "Don’t stop."

Brian’s eyes locked on hers, dark and full of need. "I wasn’t planning to," he growled, his thrusts growing harder, more deliberate. His free hand braced against the seat beside her, giving him leverage as his other hand continued to tease and fondle her, his fingers brushing over her taut skin in ways that sent electricity shooting through her body.

Katie’s mind spun, a haze of lust and guilt swirling together. Somewhere in the back of her thoughts, an ache of remorse surfaced; this man wasn’t her husband. Mark, the steady, reliable man she loved, would never understand this. Yet the weight of that guilt was crushed under the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. She needed this. Needed Brian. And in this moment, nothing else mattered.

Her hips bucked upward, meeting his thrusts with a renewed intensity. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. He felt so good, better than she could have imagined. The way his body moved against hers, the way he filled her, the way his hands claimed her as though she belonged to him, it was too much, yet not enough.

A fragment of the story playing in the background broke through her haze, the narrator’s voice sharp in her ears.

"Fansbell walked through the woods, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She wore nothing but the prince’s seed, which glistened on her pale skin, a testament to their passion. Her steps were light, yet her gaze burned with satisfaction."

The words sent a jolt through Katie, her body responding instinctively as a loud, uninhibited moan escaped her lips. She bucked harder against Brian, her movements frantic as she chased the building climax.

Brian’s hands tightened on her hips, his rhythm stuttering slightly as he groaned. "Katie, you’re incredible," he muttered, his voice raw with arousal.

Katie could barely form a response, her body trembling as she let herself get lost in the moment. The guilt faded entirely, swept away by the waves of pleasure building within her. All she could think about was how good he felt and how much she wanted more.

Katie’s body trembled as the tension within her reached its peak, her back arching as a massive orgasm tore through her. Her scream of passion filled the car, raw and unrestrained, her thighs gripping Brian tightly as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on to him as if her world were spinning out of control.

Brian groaned deeply, his own climax teetering on the edge as her body clenched around him. But he remembered her words from earlier, what she liked, what drove her wild. With a shuddering breath, he pulled out, his own arousal so close to snapping. Katie quivered beneath him, her body still jerking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes half-lidded and her face flushed.

He quickly stroked himself, his hand moving with urgency, and it only took a few moments before he reached his release. His groan mixed with her soft moans as his climax came in powerful waves, thick globs of his release hitting her face and tangling in her hair. The later bursts, less forceful, spattered across her neck, her breasts, and her stomach, the warmth contrasting with the cool air in the car.

Katie moaned softly as she felt each hit, her pleasure somehow stretching her orgasm longer. She arched slightly, her hands instinctively moving to touch the mess on her skin, the sensation sending little aftershocks through her.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the car were their panting breaths and the faint hum of the engine. The windows were fogged over completely, and the world outside felt impossibly far away.

Brian leaned back, propping himself on his hands as he looked down at her. His chest rose and fell with the effort of catching his breath, his face flushed but tinged with a satisfied grin. Katie, still sprawled on the reclined seat, blinked up at him, her lips curving into a soft, dazed smile.

"That was intense," Brian said, his voice rough with exhaustion.

Katie let out a breathless laugh, brushing a hand through her sticky hair. "You could say that."

They stayed like that for a while, neither moving, the weight of what had just happened slowly settling in. But for now, neither of them seemed in a hurry to break the moment. Instead, they allowed themselves the time to recover, their breaths steadying as the haze of pleasure slowly cleared.

Brian shifted back into the driver’s seat, tugging his trousers into place and fastening them with a quick motion. His shirt followed, though he left the top button undone, the heat of the moment still lingering in his flushed skin. He glanced over at Katie, expecting her to do the same, but instead, she stretched languidly in the reclined seat, her bare skin glistening faintly in the muted light of the car.

She made no move to dress, her body still marked with the evidence of their passion. The trails of is cum glistening in the muted light. Her hair was slightly tousled, and the streaks on her skin stood out against her flushed complexion. She tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, clearly in no rush to cover herself.

"You’re just going to stay like that?" Brian asked, his voice a mix of amusement and disbelief as he turned the key in the ignition.

Katie smirked, running a finger along her stomach where his release had settled. "Why not? I like how it feels," she said, her tone light and teasing. "Besides, I’ll clean up later. No sense rushing."

Brian shook his head, chuckling as he pulled the car back onto the road. "You’re something else, Katie," he said, his tone warm but edged with incredulity. "I’m starting to think this conference is going to be more interesting than I thought."

Katie laughed softly, her voice still carrying the huskiness of their earlier encounter. She leaned back in the seat, completely unbothered by her nudity or the casual way she was displaying herself. The confidence in her demeanour made the air in the car feel electric again, but Brian forced himself to focus on the road.

As the motorway stretched out ahead of them, the tension eased into a comfortable silence. Katie closed her eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, while Brian’s mind buzzed with thoughts of what the rest of the weekend might hold.

If the drive was any indication, this was shaping up to be a weekend neither of them would forget.