He was driving towards the hospital where his special lady received therapy. He had mixed feelings about all this. He was thinking of surprising her with a gift, but it may be too much. Then he saw the quaint flower shop in the corner of the street. He pulled over, parked in front of the store, and got out. For a moment, he had to stare at the colorful flowers in full bloom, arranged differently.

"Hi! May I help you?" the store's staff asked.

"Hmmm. Yes, please. What flower could be good to cheer someone up?" he shyly asked.

"Roses, the yellow ones are our best seller," the staff happily suggested.

"Oh, maybe something less romantic, but, you know, sincere," he fumbled, sharing his thoughts with the stranger.

"I see. A budding romance, but not yet fully there, if I may assume?" the staff smiled as she quizzically waited for his response.

"Oh, yeah. Something like that," he said with a smile as he stared at the variety of beautiful flowers in the vases.

"Sunflowers... if you want to tell her that she brightens up your day," the staff said with conviction.

"A sunflower it is." Then he handed her the cash and left the store smiling, hoping that it would brighten up her day.

He walked back to his car. Opened the driver's seat and placed that one sunflower on the passenger seat carefully. He buckled up, took a deep breath, started the engine, and drove away from the flower shop with more hope and excitement.

The countryside hospital stood tall from the point of view of first-time visitors. It was a Sunday, and he had volunteered to be with her after her doctor’s appointment.

He arrived a bit early, pulling up in the corner just behind the neatly trimmed bushes and big trees of the spacious parking area. He took out his phone and messaged the special lady who always made his knees weak: “Here now.”

He had long wanted to pick her up from her excruciating counseling sessions, but it was only today that she let him. As usual, after therapy, she wore smudged mascara over her tired, swollen eyes. She plodded along the pathway toward the car park, shoulders slumped, moving toward his red Geely. He was there waiting—smiling as their eyes met.

He handed her the sunflower, and she took it. She looked at the bright yellow petals and then his eyes. "Thank you. But you don't really have to."

"But I want to." His chest was heaving as he caught her scent.

He opened the car door for her, but before she stepped in, she leaned onto his shoulder, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. She breathed him in. He smelled so good—better than the full pack of Duloxetine she had tucked in her beige tote bag before leaving the doctor’s office.

He pressed her hand softly. “Long day?”

She forced a small smile as she dabbed a folded tissue on her watery eyelids. She continued twirling the sunflower stem between her fingers as he tried to give her a sweet, gentle kiss. She leaned in and savored the warmth of his lips.

Now they were seated side by side in his Geely EX5. The hum of the air conditioner filled the silence in the nearly empty parking lot. He lifted her chin, kissed the mascara blemishes below her eyes, and smudged them across her cheeks and chin with his wet lips.

“I’m messy…” she whispered, hesitating to kiss him back.

He held her face closer, his gaze unwavering. His thumb wiped away the tears and the faint trails of black ink that rolled with them. He reached for a tissue from the box on the dashboard and gently dabbed at her cheeks, erasing most of the stains.

“I love you being messy.” He gave her more languid kisses—unhurried, soft, and promising. Her heartbeat quickened, something close to hyperventilation, until she finally broke the kiss.

“I’m not sure if I can really do this with you,” she said, her voice trembling.

His was calm and certain. “Do what?”

“You know… get sexier and sexier—and fall deeper and deeper.”

It was the same confession she had cried about in her doctor’s office. She half-expected him to stop, to just drive her home. But instead, he smiled—a slow, grounding smile that steadied her nerves. He pressed her hand again, gentler this time.

“Well, you can practice with me,” he murmured. “Step by step. Let go. Express your sensual desires.”

Practice. That word sounded safer than any promise that might break. Another lump formed in her throat, but before she could speak, he kissed her neck. His fingers played with the buttons of her blouse, revealing the glow of her sun-kissed skin. She bit her lip.

“At least just that?” she finally managed to say.

He groaned—a familiar sound, one that had always answered her hidden aches.

“Yes.”

The world seemed to stop. They forgot they were still in the hospital parking lot. Each kiss he planted on her lips, her neck, and her shoulders sent electric waves down her spine—the good kind. She arched her back as her hands roamed his chest.

His fingers slid under the cups of her lacy white bra. She grabbed his head, guiding him to her breasts. He licked and latched onto her sun-warmed skin, his tongue tracing circles around her nipples. Pulsing currents raced through her body. He stoked her fire, yet she still wondered if he adored her more than her smooth curves.

“For now,” he whispered, “at least just that.”

Then his mouth moved lower as his hand hitched up her skirt and found its way between her soft, full thighs. His fingers rolled the swollen, moist bud, slow and deliberate, syncing with the rhythm of his tongue on her breast.

She gasped—her body trembling, breath quickening. Sensing her hunger, he slipped two fingers inside her drenched folds and moved them in slow, circling motions, coaxing her closer with every thrust. Her moans echoed with longing within the car.

"Want to feel more comfy?" he asked as his eyes searched the entire parking space of the countryside hospital.

There were still no people around. So he quickly led her hand to rub her throbbing clit as he opened the driver's seat door. He got out and then walked towards the other side and opened her door. He gave her another deep kiss, held her hand that was working on her velvet folds, and led her to move to the back seat of the car. She sat down first, returned his long, languid kiss, and lovingly laid down half of her body as he knelt on the ground.

He hungrily pulled down her white lacy panties and began flicking his tongue in between her folds. More moans escaped her lips. She opened her legs a little wider, inviting him in, pulling his head closer to the aching bud within her velvet folds. He bit her thighs as his thumb found her swelling little bud. A whimper.

More whimpers and moans filled the car as his mouth nibbled her sensitive bud and his two fingers deepened his thrust. She held on to the car seat, twitched her body, and smiled -- so sated as she saw a glimpse of that sunflower on the dashboard. His curly locks tangled between her fingers as they shared more intense moans. More squirms came out of her mouth as his hands busied themselves grabbing her ass and then her breasts intensely.

"Don't stop!" Her voice cracked in pain and pleasure.

And he didn't. He steadied her shaking legs and pulled her closer to his face. Instantly, his skilled mouth devoured every juice between her folds, from her pulsing clit down to the cracks of her rounded ass. His tongue flicked more ravenously and swirled around her bud as he lightly tugged it. The intense warmth of the magic of his mouth, along with the curling of his fingers within her pussy walls made her swear so many times in crescendo. His groans met the unyielding swaying of her hips. With a few harder and faster strokes of his fingers that hit her core, she burst out into a stream and a scream. He had to put his other finger between her teeth to keep her tone a bit low. She smothered his face with her juices, and he excitedly lapped up every drop.

They both caught their breaths. She released his finger from her teeth and pulled him on top of her as they giggled.

"That was so sexy and hot, just like you," he whispered with a smile while her hands unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

"And just like you," she giggled some more.

She was right all along. As soon as he lowered his pants, she grabbed his shaft—so hard and big and ready for her touch.

"I want you so bad. I want this so bad," she pleaded.

"You don't have to ask," he uttered while moaning.

He led her hand to pull out his long, hard, and throbbing member so she could stroke it. She didn't need time to memorize his length, his scent, and his arousal. Every time she needed a shoulder to cry on, this guy would come to her aid quickly and generously give himself to her pleasure, even if she did not ask him to. So she perfectly knew every inch of it.

As her hand held him there, she looked into his eyes, again, a bit teary-eyed. He kissed her lips passionately as their lust built further. He wanted her to say she needed him, but he opted to just let his actions speak.

His cock grew bigger in full girth in her hand. In every stroke, he softly uttered her name, urging her to go on and take him to the edge. He had been hard as soon as he saw her approach his car. Even the scent of her tears was intoxicating, just like that wonderful cum that they now both tasted on his lips. They gave each other kisses lavishly. Their tongues danced and swirled as they nibbled on each other.

Outside, the sun set, and the shadows of the clouds and the tree branches above the car turned into cottony blankets for their shared warmth and longing. "I need you," she confessed as he licked and kissed the back of her ears.

He paused and looked into her eyes as he traced the edges of her jaw. He touched her soft lips again and firmly pressed his on them, now more reassuring. She lifted her upper body a bit as he wrapped his arms around her and unclasped her lacy bra. Her freed breasts reveal her hardened nipples, which his mouth greedily seized. She stroked his more inflamed cock and guided him to tease her molten center. Each glide of his hardness made it warmer in wanting.

"I'll be with you every time you need me," he could not contain what was going on in his mind.

She wrapped her legs around him as he sank deeper into her drenched folds. He ravaged her as she cried out to him. And in total abandonment, she surrendered to his cock's strength. Pulsing, it rammed her opening. Convulsing, she felt him push and pull mercilessly, just as she wanted him to. Swearing, she gyrated in synch with his slamming into her whole womanhood.

"Oh fuuuucccckkk!"

She cried out his name—just how he wanted her to. That scream was all he had been waiting for.

"You are sexier when you curse," he chuckled and gasped.

He was right at the edge, holding himself together for her. His lips crashed into her lips once more. Quickly, he cupped her tender breast and held her face as he thrust her more fiercely. Locking eyes with her, he grunted and bucked his hips into her relentlessly. She grabbed his shoulders while asking him to go on in ecstasy. Their shared ragged breathing was louder and faster in that red car. And with one last forceful grind of her core and one last grip of his pulsing shaft, together, they trembled, exploded, and raptured in a quaking release.

She was so flooded. He was so soaked. Chests heaving, they held hands and snuggled a little longer. Exactly as they both wanted.

The stars were all out in the dark sky. In her mind, she was still a mess. But in his, she was worth all the sunflowers in the world.