No, she stopped

My cock, aching to explode, popped out of Amy's mouth with a loud smack. Loud enough I swear I heard it echo in the parking lot. I could still feel how wet and warm it was fresh from her mouth and it was literally bobbing in the air in front of her, just on the cusp of wanting to pump a load down her throat.

It took a full five seconds for me to regain my senses, just standing there, almost in shock and then I felt her finger tips tease down my saliva-coated length.

"Not yet. Not there. Not here," she purred just barely loud enough for me to hear. I was still trying to catch my breath and as much as I wanted to protest her stopping, I accepted it. But fuck I didn't want to. I wanted to cum right there. All over her. In her mouth. In her pussy. All over her tits. I wanted to coat her in my cum just like we used to; well, like we used to accidentally... Amy always preferred my load in her as opposed to on her.

But right then, with her fingers sliding up and down my length and playing with the spit-soaked knob, fuck I wanted to coat the inside of her fucking car.

"I liked that so much more than cookies," she panted, still catching her breath, too. "I want to finish this off," she said, stroking my cock through the window, my hips still pressed to the door. "I've missed this," she said emphatically and started stroking my cock instead of just teasing it.

"Fuck..." I said barely able to process thought. I wanted to tell her that I missed her, the time we'd had together and all of the sex...fuck there was a lot of sex...but I didn't want her to think that's all I missed. But that's all I could think of just then. "Fuck I've missed your mouth."

She giggled.

"Just my mouth?" she purred, her grip tightening but not painfully. Fuck it felt good.