Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

The quiet hum of the waves filled the silence in a steady rythmn that matched the rise and fall of Florence's breathing as she leaned into him.

Florence's lashes fluttered before she tilted her face slightly, "...I don't want to go home," she whispered suddenly.

Brandon blinked, caught off guard by the blunt honesty in her tone.

He turned his head and a chuckle escaped her lips "Then what do you want to do? We could book a hotel nearby, stay the night here. Or… head back to my place, if you would rather."

But Florence only shook her head before lifting her arms and hugging him tighter against her.

She pressed her cheek to his chest. "No… not that. I just want to stay like this. With you."

Her words trailed off before she added with a faint, almost embarrassed whisper, "I want to sleep with you… in the car."

Brandon blinked and leaned back slightly to look at her, making sure he hadn't misheard. "...In the car?"

Florence's lips curved in a faint smile and she buried her face deeper against him as though hiding from his teasing. "Don't laugh… I mean it."

He couldn't help it and laughed faintly "You're full of surprises. A woman like you choosing a cramped car over a soft bed…"

He shook his head, brushing his hand gently through her loose blonde hair. "That's not what I expected."

Her fingers curled against his shirt, "With you, I don't need anything else," she whispered in a hushed tone. "I don't want a hotel. I don't want a big, cold room. Just… hold me here."

For a moment, Brandon just looked at her and with a gentle smile, he replied "Alright then. If that's what you want… We'll stay."

Florence relaxed, a small sigh slipping past her lips as she nestled against him more fully.

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Brandon unlocked the car and pushed the back seat all the way down so it stretched into something closer to a makeshift bed.

He shifted sideways, adjusting his body until he could lie comfortably across the cushions.

A moment later, Florence climbed in after him before closing the door behind her.

She didn't hesitate and immediately moved over to him, her knees sinking gently into the seat as she lowered herself on top of him.

The car's suspension creaked faintly under the shift of weight.

Brandon blinked in confusion with his back pressed into the cushions as Florence settled against him.

Her hair slid over his shoulder, brushing his cheek. "On top of me?" he asked with a quiet laugh, though his arms instinctively circled her waist to steady her.

"Mhm," Florence hummed softly, resting her chin just above his shoulder and closed her eyes as if she had been craving this closeness all evening.

"You're really just… going to stay like this?" he asked softly.

Florence shifted slightly, pressing herself a little more fully against him. "Yes, like this." she whispered with her words muffled against his chest.

Brandon's hand moved in slow circles across her back and he tilted his head, resting his cheek against her hair, inhaling the faint trace of her perfume.

Florence shifted again, just slightly, enough for her lips to be near his throat.

Brandon, in turn, tightened his arms around her and whispered, "Then stay as long as you want."

She closed her eyes and the tension in her shoulder eased "Thank you," she breathed, and let herself melt into him.

Brandon exhaled softly, his hand stroking down her back gently.

He could feel the tension she had been carrying melting away bit by bit the longer she rested on him.

His gaze drifted upward, through the glass, where the stars still glittered faintly beyond the slight fog of their breath against the window.

Florence's breath ghosted warmly against his shirt as she whispered, "It's… a bit too cold here."

She drew in a slow breath, pressing her body closer to him as if seeking his warmth.

Her slender fingers toyed idly with the fabric of his shirt, her nails tracing faint lines "You know… they say the best way to keep warm isn't blankets or coats."

Brandon tilted his head down toward her, "And what would that be?"

She lifted her chin just a little, her blonde hair brushing against his jaw "Body heat,"

Her lips curved into a faint smile before softening again. "We should… remove our clothes, and then we won't feel the chill so much. It's the most natural way, isn't it?"

She lowered her gaze almost shyly after saying it.

Huh? Brandon blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the suggestion.

Florence tucked her face against his collarbone, "I… just don't want to feel cold when I'm with you. I want to stay close… as close as I can."

With a slow nod, he replied "Alright..."

Florence's breath lingered against him for a moment before she shifted slightly, propping herself up with her palms on either side of his chest.

Her eyes lingered on his face and her hands moved deliberately down to the hem of his shirt.

Without a word, she began to pull it upward, and Brandon let out a soft breath, lifting his arms slightly to make it easier for her.

The fabric slid over his torso, exposing the lean muscle beneath to the cool air of the night.

The moment his shirt was off, Florence leaned forward again, lowering herself onto him.

The warmth of her body melted instantly into his, and she released a small sigh of contentment as she rested her cheek against him.

For a heartbeat, she simply stayed like that, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

But then she pulled up and sat on his abdomen as her fingers brushed the straps of her gown.

Brandon's gaze followed quietly as she pulled the fabric downward.

The silky material slipped lower, pooling slightly at her waist until she was revealed in the dim glow, clad only in a delicate black bra that framed her body and matching panties that traced the lines of her hips.

Her hair fell loosely over one shoulder, and her lips pressed together before she lowered herself onto him once more.

Her warmth pressed fully against his bare chest now, and the thin fabric between them did little to dull the sensation of her breasts against his chest.

She nestled herself close, curling into him "Better… isn't it? I can feel you now."

Brandon's hand, almost on instinct, trailed lower along the curve of her back until it reached the swell of her ass.

His fingers gave a slow squeeze to her ass, and he shifted her slightly to make her lie a bit more comfortably.

She chuckled against his throat, "Mmm… bold of you, Brandon,"

Eh? Brandon tilted his head and smiled wryly "No, No.. I'm only making sure you're lying comfortably on me."

He quickly pulled back his hand from her ass, but before it could leave her, Florence caught it.

Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him.

Slowly, she guided his hand back down, pressing it once again to her ass. "No…" she whispered, her lips grazing his collarbone, "leave it there. It's okay."

She shifted her hips faintly, pressing into his palm, as though confirming that she truly wanted him to hold her like this.

Brandon's hand stilled for a moment, then settled with more certainty, fingers curving naturally to the shape of her ass.

"You can squeeze them too if you want..."

Upon hearing this, he gave a nice squeeze to her ass, and she nodded "Hmm, that's it, darling..."

She exhaled softly, melting against his chest, her nails drawing faint lines against his side.

Her cheek nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and he could feel the faint smile tugging at her lips.

Brandon looked down at the woman lying on top of him in her underwear and chuckled in his mind 'Florence..'