Anne learned several things while in the backseat of Mason's car. One was that the backseat wasn't entirely comfortable for such activities. Two, it didn't matter how comfortable she was because Mason was going to make her forget all about the uncomfortable parts and make her focus on the very, very comfortable parts. In fact, she was going to writhe and moan beneath him while he focused on them. Three, jeans, while a very comfortable piece of clothing while strutting through the mall, made it difficult for her to wrap her legs around him once he was inside her and four? She didn't care after two thrusts anyway, because he was inside her.
The fingertips plucking at her nipple sent waves of pleasure through her body and though she couldn't quite clutch him to her the way she wanted, the closed quarters meant that he was very close anyway. She wrapped an arm around his back and rewarded him with his named moaned deep in her throat when he rocked against her particularly well, his groin thrusting against her clit again. Her back arched and she went from nibbling kisses at his neck to sharp, tiny bites meant to mark what was hers. She interspersed those with open mouthed suckles and tiny whimpers as he moved her close to yet another orgasm.