Chapter 15

The car is going along the coast road. Everything is breathing with sunlight and summer; everything is plunged into some kind of pleasant melody, and I’m the only one who’s secretly attuned to it, but, maybe, she could hear it too deep in her soul?

The morning spent with Alana in her room seems like a wonderful dream, but I can't help smiling thinking it's all for real! When I open my eyes again, I see her black slanted eyes in the rearview mirror; her facial lines instantly gather in their corners. I can’t see her lips, but I know for sure that she is tenderly smiling at me. Shyly covering my face with the palm of my hand, I give her a radiant smile too.

Her fingers move slowly in me. Her forehead is touching my forehead, and our mouths are slightly parted... Alana grabs my nipple with her lips and adds one more finger. I feel a bit strange to have three of them inside me, but I like it. Swirling around my nipple, her wet lips and tongue do not allow me to focus, thus I keep on balancing on the verge not being able to cum. I'm not losing my arousal which is literally driving me crazy!

"Alana, I can't… anymore," I say in a pleading voice. "I need..." 

She doesn't let me finish. The fingers are replaced by her tongue. Just a couple of circular movements, and like million colourful fireworks I’m bursting into orgasm. She knows that I’ve already cum, but she keeps on kissing me between my legs making me excited again. 

Alana misinterprets my fidgeting, "Is everything alright? I shouldn’t have added the third finger, should I?" The girl presses her body against mine. I had no chance to put off all of her clothes; she is still in the dress, but her breasts are (luckily for me) exposed.

I slide a little lower under her. Alana rests on her elbows, letting me move. Her skin smells like honey and lilies (Her new shower gel she bought yesterday!). After playing with her nipples a little, I finally get to my goal. Alana understands what I’m going to do, and, with a blissful groan, she gently sits on my face.

"The app says that in a couple of kilometers there will be a very nice little cafe right by the sea," Alana is not looking at me, having focused on the serpentine road. She’s driving suspiciously slowly. Possibly, I failed to notice a speed limit sign. "Did you get some sleep?"

"Yes, I think I took a nap. I'm sorry that you have to be a driver, while I'm just resting on the backseat. You're tired because of something... too..."

"This something was great, by the way." She puts a pink candy in her mouth. "I don’t mind being your private driver, ma’am." She giggles. "You need more rest than I, hahaha, I'm not a sleepyhead like you," the girl chuckles again, but her face looks coyly. "We fell asleep late yesterday, and you were in a bear-bear hibernation during the breakfast, but, I must admit, you were pretty active after the breakfast…" she adds, being somehow kittenish about her own words. 

Her delicate skin is all wet and hot. I begin to move only my lips, teasing her while enjoying her languid sobs, but then I quickly immerse my tongue inside, feeling how Alana’s body pleasantly trembles above my head.

"That's what I understand the perfect breakfast! And no sausages, please," I say, squeezing her buttocks tightly.

The car stops.

"Why have we stopped here? Do you want to pee? Are you not feeling well?" I ask her awkwardly, looking around. Just the road, the old mountains covered with southern vegetation, and us.

"No," Alana replies just as awkwardly. "The car seems to be pushing up the daisies... This is an ex-car…"

Actually, I’m highly pleased with her Monty Python references, but I don’t want to get stuck in the middle of the road during our Montenegro car trip.