Sabrina knew she should be scandalized or even angry, but excitement coursed through her. She loved that he wanted her so much that he didn't care they were on an open road.
His lovemaking was passionate, rough, and quick. He tore her panties. She opened his pants and held him in her hands for a moment, caressing him with a soft up and down strokes. He groaned, then lifted her, and impaled her. They froze for one long moment, staring into each other's eyes. Outside everything stilled, the far away sounds of cars, the trees rustling, all of that disappeared, as if even nature didn't dare move in this moment. He set a deep harsh rhythm and she matched him stroke for stroke. Wanting him, wanting the oblivion his passionate lovemaking brought.
"You're mine," he hissed and thrust.