Road Trip Ch. 05

When she managed to break free and scramble away from him, he worried that he had been too rough. But she propped herself up to look at him heatedly, her cheeks bright red, her hair sweaty and plastered to her neck, her chest heaving with exertion. She lunged for him, undoing his pants. He allowed his hand to rest in her hair, combing his fingers through the damp locks. Burning it all into his brain.

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Eve didn't waste time with teasing. Not now. She wrapped her lips around his straining staff, eagerly tasting and feeling him. Taking him so deep her eyes welled up with tears, realizing that she was tearing up for an entirely different reason. Ignoring those emotions, ignoring tomorrow, she concentrated on making love to him with her mouth. Wanting to give that to him, but selfishly wanting to preserve the memory for herself. For the long, lonely days to come.

She raked her nails along his thighs, dug them into his behind, scraped them along his back. His hands were fisting in her hair as he groaned and cursed louder than she'd ever heard. Good, she thought. Let him remember. She hoped her nails would leave a permanent scar somewhere, something he would always see.

She resisted his attempts to pull her away until he used enough force that he overpowered her. Resting on her heels, she looked at him almost angrily, her mouth open and panting. He knelt on the bed in front of her, gripping her shoulders. She met his stare, silently begging him not to speak. Thankfully, he didn't. He cupped her cheeks and tilted her head, giving her the sweetest, deepest kiss they'd ever shared. Locking her arms around his neck, she kissed him back, trying to return all the emotion, all the things he was saying without words in that kiss.

He sat on the bed, crossing his legs and lifting her to his lap without removing his lips from hers. Tucking her legs around him, she felt him enter her slowly, feeling every millimeter of the strong, hard shaft sliding inside her until she was completely full. Together they moved, languidly at first, then something snapped in him. Maybe something snapped in her and he was just responding. All she knew was his teeth were biting her lips, her ear, her neck. She was clawing at his back, her inner muscles contracting around him.

Digging her nails into his arms, she leaned back and planted her feet on the bed, thrusting against him. He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her to her back, slamming into her. Helpless, she fisted the sheets, a low, guttural noise coming out of her mouth. His hair was damp with sweat and he pushed it off his forehead impatiently. Taking advantage of the temporary release of his hold on her, she launched him onto his back, riding him.

"God - Eve," he moaned, squeezing her behind.

She smiled wickedly, grabbing his hands and resting her weight on them. He met her thrusts, looking at her fiercely, tightening his grip on her hands. Holding on to her as she peaked, screaming and crying out his name, holding on so tightly as if afraid she would slip away.

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She was in his arms, had collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard. He was still moving inside her, almost afraid to stop. She shuddered and moaned, clutching his arms. It vibrated against him, straight into him. He came with a startled gasp, pumping into her. Wanting to give her all of him while never wanting it to end. He sighed sadly, running his fingers through her hair, finding her mouth, kissing her, tasting her lips. Tasting her sweat, her tears, the unique ambrosia of her mouth. Of her.

They didn't move for several minutes, possibly hours, he had no idea. It was long enough that he felt himself twitch and pulse inside her. Their eyes met with matching surprise and some humor. He smiled slowly, running a finger across her brow and down her cheek. He rolled her over gently, settling himself between her legs, into the only place he wanted to be.

He lowered his mouth and kissed her again, their mouths never leaving each other as he moved shallowly, steadily. Caressing her body, circling a finger on her swollen nub, demanding climax after climax from her, swallowing her gasps and moans and cries. Finally his own release began, much as he tried to quell it. She must have felt his hips speed up involuntarily and grasped his behind, whimpering against his lips.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he let out a choked sob, her soft lips enveloping his cries, drawing them out of him, her lips as a comforting caress. As if she were taking them in to store away, to keep them safe. To keep him safe.

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They never spoke. They remained wrapped up tightly together, their limbs tangled and locked, their chests moving in unison. They somehow managed to sleep. Will was awake first, watching her until her eyelids fluttered. They stared at each other for a long moment without moving, as if daring reality to interrupt them.

Of course, reality can't be avoided. It always rears its ugly head, bringing with it the inevitable tomorrow they had both tried to escape. They heard Maggie, oblivious to the heartbreaking finality of the day, walking across the room, both of them turning when she rested her chin on the bed and stared at them.

"I need to take her out," Eve said quietly.

Will nodded. "I'll be in the RV - whenever you're ready," he told her.

She simply nodded in response, turning away as he left the room.

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Katie and Janine ushered her into their spare room with hugs and assurances that everything would be okay. She just nodded numbly, telling them she was tired though she expected sleep wouldn't come easy, tonight or anytime soon. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, she unzipped her bag to find some pajamas. Her brow wrinkled curiously when she saw the unfamiliar book.

Pulling it out, she gasped loudly, dropping it on the bed as if it were on fire. Sitting gingerly next to it, she stroked the spine sadly. It was a book of poetry by Pablo Neruda, the one Will gotten on their last day in South Bend. She flipped it open, holding it to her nose and inhaling as if she'd be able to smell him. She noticed through her rapidly blurring vision that there was something written on the inside cover, her heart clenching as she recognized Will's commanding scrawl.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Hugging the book to her chest, she slumped onto the bed, letting the tears come.