Driving Lessons With My Goddaughter

Once Louisa was settled in, I buckled the seatbelt.

It pulled tight around both of us, and I could feel her sink down a little deeper against me.

"Keep your hands on the wheel. Left foot on the clutch, right foot on the brake. Ease off slowly. Find the biting point, and the car should start."

I tried to ignore the tingling sensation crawling through my body while I talked her through it.

But Louisa let go of the pedal too fast. The car jerked hard once, then died.

The jolt bounced her right off my lap, and then she slammed back down. She landed squarely against me, her body soft and warm, and the sensation sent a rush through me that I could barely contain.

Louisa felt it, too. Her lips parted slightly, and a little sound escaped her throat.

I couldn't believe it. That was the kind of sound you only hear in bed.

Was she…actually enjoying this?

I glanced at Louisa. Her pale face had gone pink.

Yeah. This girl was definitely enjoying it.

My heart started racing. Louisa always seemed so innocent on the outside, but underneath, she was anything but.

"Find the biting point before you release the pedal all the way," I reminded her. "You let go too fast."

She pouted. "This is my first time driving. I don't know where the biting point is."

"Ease off slowly. Feel the car vibrate."

So she did what I said. Little by little, she lifted her foot. And soon enough, the whole car began shaking hard.

The vibration bounced her up and down, right on top of me. Her whole body started trembling. Little moans kept slipping out of her throat.

Every single rub sent this crazy tingle through my bones. Electric shocks firing from my tailbone straight to my brain.

This 18-year-old girl was unreal.

I couldn't stop myself. My hand slipped under her collar.

She wasn't wearing a bra. The second I felt how full and soft she was, my whole body started itching with need.

Eighteen really was different. I felt like she would bruise if I squeezed too hard.

Afraid she would get mad, I only let myself feel it for a second before pulling my hand back.

But when I checked her face, I realized she wasn't angry at all. She looked like she was loving every second of it. I was over the moon.

The car died again from all her shaking.

"It's okay," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Just takes a few tries. You'll get it."

She bit her lip and turned to look at me. "I've never done this before, but it actually feels…really good."

Her eyes were hazy. I knew right then she wasn't talking about the car.

I fought the urge to lose it completely. We were still supposed to be learning to drive.

"First time usually feels good," I said. "Don't worry. Take your time. I'm right here with you."

But Louisa misunderstood. She thought I was talking about something else entirely. She gave my shoulder a shy little smack and dropped her gaze.

"You're so bad," she whispered. "I love it."

At that point, she was practically begging. If I didn't make a move, what kind of man would I be?

I unzipped my jeans. My boxers bulged out immediately, tenting high.

Louisa turned sideways and stared, swallowing hard.

"You wanna find out what it tastes like?" I asked, one hand roaming boldly over her chest, the motion making her curves sway under my touch. It was the softest thing I had ever felt.

"Yes."

She started grinding against me through the fabric from all directions.

Having someone this gorgeous in my arms, my lust hit its peak.

I pulled my boxers aside and let my hot, rock-hard shaft spring out.

Louisa couldn't wait another second. She was already soaked through.