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We both pant, the car squeaks, and the soft wet slurps of our fucking complete the cacophony.

“I can’t... Believe it... Joe... Yes... Joe!”

As her voice rises, my hand flies from her tit to her mouth, and she wails against my palm as she shatters around my cock. I feel her spasming, the jolts robbing her of all control, and I tell myself it’s okay to let go. I lower my head and bite into her shoulder as orgasm overtakes me and I spill myself for the second time tonight into a woman whom I only met hours ago but who I am pretty sure is made just for me.

We both breathe heavily for a few seconds before I realize I still have a hand on her mouth, and another on her breast. I pull back slightly, and let go of her mouth before I ask, “You okay?”

She nods.

I wrap my arms around her. I am still buried inside. “Do you want to come back inside to clean up?”

She shakes her head.

I pull out, pull her sweats back up, and turn her around so she faces me. She’s looking up at me with glassy eyes. I wrap her in my arms and she rests her head on my chest, hugs my back, and starts to cry.

“Hey, hey,” I say, stroking her hair. “It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

She says nothing, just slowly—very slowly—relaxes in my arms, and weeps as I stroke her hair.

“Are you upset about this?” I ask.

She sniffles and shakes her head. I feel the movement against my arm and chest.

“Do you know why you’re upset?”

She shakes her head again.

“Do you want to come inside? Spend the night? We can shower and cuddle and anything you want.”

Another shake.

“I can’t let you go when you’re upset. Can’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

Another shake.

So I just tighten my embrace slightly and gently rock us both, as she holds onto my back and sniffles.

Eventually, the sniffles stop.

“Thank you,” she says as she pulls back. “I think I just needed the release. In every way.”

“You’re very welcome. As long as I didn’t do anything to hurt you or upset you.”

“No, no, you didn’t. It’s just been a tough few weeks, that’s all. And this,” she motions between us, then toward her car, indicating us having just fucked against it, “I think it shook something loose inside me. This is the first time I’ve cried since I left home.”

“Okay.” I rub her tears away with my thumb. “All of my offers still stand. Food, shower, sleep.”

“No, but thank you,” she rubs her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I should let you get ready for work tomorrow, and I need to get going.”

“Okay.” I cup her head in my hands and give her a soft, deep kiss. “Drive safely and all that.”

“I will,” she says. “Thank you for tonight.” She unlocks her car and gets in.

Before she can close the door, I grab it and keep it open.

“What?” she asks.

“One last thing,” I say. “I remember everything you said, about timing and boundaries. I will respect all of your wishes.”