What could go wrong when taking a road trip, alone, across the USA after a break up? Well, I can answer that for you.
Your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. That's what could happen. The universe is really out to get me, these days.
That is...
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May 25, 2022
"Wake up, babe," is whispered, paired with a hand rubbing up and down my back.
I grumble groggily, "5 more minutes." I turn over in bed, trying to get comfy.
"We have to go to brunch," James kisses the tip of my nose. My eyes flutter open, a smile pulling at my lips when I see James's chocolate brown eyes sparkling at me. My mood brightens, but I'd still prefer to lay in bed all day with him instead.
"I'll make it up to you," James smiles, trying to persuade me.
"How?" That prompts him to start kissing my neck, tickling me with his stubble. I laugh, squirming away, "I would ask you to shave but the look is growing on me."
He laughs, moving to kiss my lips, which I happily give in to. My lips parts deepening the kiss. I moan at the feel of his tongue meeting mine, suddenly very awake and wanting more.
I try to pull him on top of me and he immediately obliges. Letting my knees fall to the side, allowing him to settle between them.
"Elle, babe. We are going to be cutting it close on time," James groans as I pull his shirt over his head.
"Well, then. We better be quick," my hands feel over his shoulders and abs, loving the hard edges of him.
James's fingers wander into the waistband of my underwear, slowly pulling them down. I kick them off and help him slip his boxers down, not wanting a barrier between us any longer.
I push my hips up against his hard length, sending a growl out of James. He opens the nightstand beside the bed, his hand re-emerging with a condom. Within seconds the condom is rolled on and he is putting his tip at my entrance, stopping to pull back from our kiss and meet my eyes.
My eyes flutter open to meet his. I have trouble swallowing, the hunger in his eyes mixing with a different emotion. One I can't place.
"Do you want this?" His voice strained.
"Yes. I want everything you will give to me," I say honestly, bucking my hips up and slightly pushing him in. He groans, biting his lip and closing his eyes to regain composure.
He leans down to kiss me, just a quick brush of our lips before pulling back and opening his eyes to meet mine. He slowly pushes all of the way in, his eyes never leaving mine. I moan arching my back up, loving the feel of him inside me.
He sets a slow pace, savoring this moment. Our eyes never leave each other's, taking in every detail of the other.
I watch his eyelashes as his eyes flutter shut every few seconds. The dark rows perfectly framing his eyes. This close, his eyes look like golden flakes are within. Like they are the magic behind the sparkle he has. The sparkle I love so much.
The freckles dotting his face, hidden in his golden toned skin, make his attractiveness ten fold. Add his eyes- cozy and warm, soft and welcoming, the most beautiful color I've ever seen- and he is almost painfully gorgeous.
I push my hips up into his, wanting to watch him come undone. He accepts the challenge, quickening the pace, his eyes still never stray from mine.
My hands reach up and drift through his hair. Not too long, not too short- the perfect length. Not dark enough to be considered black but just light enough to be considered brown, and in the sunlight the tips of his hair turn golden. An anomaly, really. Another color that I've begun to love so much.
"Elle, you are so fucking tight," James moans under his breath.
"Only for you," I reply. That gets me the reaction I was looking for. He comes undone and I watch every second of emotion that passes on his face, memorizing it.
He picks up his pace, causing my own orgasm to build up in my core. "Come for me, baby. I want to see what I can do to you. To feel it," James moans, his eyes still roaming my face.
I push my hips up, trying to go over the edge. Wanting to give James that. To give him anything and everything.
I cascade over the cliff, watching his every reaction to me. "God you're so beautiful," James moans, pushing harder to draw out my orgasm. I have to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming his name any louder than I already was.
When he finally stops thrusting, I kiss him, finally breaking our eye contact. We pull away and look at the time, rushing to get up and out of the door before we are late.
The whole time we are getting dressed my eyes wander to find him. His eyes do the same and we often meet in the middle, sharing a smile, before continuing on our business, preparing for brunch.
My mind can't seem to turn off, replaying every moment, feeling, and emotion that I just lived. This time it didn't feel like fucking, but something more. More personal, more intimate, more meaningful. More in every single way, and I loved it. Loved every single second.
