43. Trace
TRACE
R iding back home with her sitting in my passenger seat is everything I've wanted and all the things I knew I needed. I feel whole again, like I can breathe and the low-level buzz of stress is gone. It's as if all the parts of my life that were fucked up and broken apart have been put back together again. Reaching over, I grab her hand and entwine our fingers.
She looks over, smiling at me as if I'm the best thing in the world, as if I'm the one thing she's needed to make her life complete. I pull her hand up to mine and kiss the back of it, letting my lips linger.
"I missed you," she coos, curling up next to me, as close as she can.
"Missed you too," my voice is full of gravel. I'm wrecked by the emotional turmoil I've been in since she left. The hard set of my shoulders has finally relaxed, and I'm the man I was previously. Or maybe I'm not. Hopefully I'm a better man than I was when she left. I'm not entirely proud of that man, and that's what I strive to be more than anything; proud of myself.
She cuddles up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I let go of her hand, and slide my palm to her thigh, then to her knee. Touching her is the balm I've needed to the gaping wound that's been left in the wake of everything that happened with us. I don't even think I realized how much I needed her until I saw her again. All the feelings I thought I'd cut myself off from have opened within my chest, and I know she's the one who can pull all of them out of me.
As I roll to a stop sign, I turn my face into her, stealing a kiss. It's slow, burning within both of us. I coax her lips open, and then stake my claim against her mouth. My tongue invades, conquers, and leaves nothing but the smoking remnants of the coals of passion in it's wake. It flares hot and humid between us like a summer night. The only thing missing is the heat lightning and the chorus of nighttime sounds. It's out of control as we give into the blossoming arousal that's growing like a flower from the fertilized ground. I take her mouth, using it the same way I'd like to use her to get rid of the remaining irritation I have with her leaving me. I can't help my childhood abandonment issues rearing their ugly head right now. I want to hold her tightly to me, and never let her go. Her fingers thread through my hair, as she yanks hard against the strands, pulling me further into her and closer to her heart. We're really getting into it when there's a honk behind us.
"Shit," I wipe my lips and try to do my best to focus on the road in front of me. There are no vehicles coming, and I manage to step on the gas.
She's sitting beside me, fidgeting in the seat. Her breath is coming in gasps and she's closing her legs tightly.
"Do you need some relief?" I growl, looking over at her as we speed down the road.
"Yes," she hisses. "That kiss? I've never experienced anything like it."
"Me neither," I admit, although it costs me something to do so. Letting her close, although I know it's what I want to do, is still a foreign concept to me, and scary as fuck. "There's a pull off up here, what do ya say?"
Her eyes are hot and full of passion as they look over at me. "I say yes. A thousand times yes."
Punching my foot on the accelerator, I do my best to get us up there as quickly as possible before yanking the wheel and coming to a skidding stop. Once we finally do, I shove the gearshift into park, and lift my shirt over my body, yanking it like the annoying piece of clothing it is. It's hot and stiff against my skin. Reaching down, I unbuckle my belt, the loud clanging of the buckle reverberating in the closed confines of the truck. Unbuttoning, I push the jeans down, and manage to pull my cock out of where it's lodged against the waistband of my underwear. Grunting at the relief I feel, I swivel my head over to her. Her gaze is focused on my cock, she licks her lips and all I can imagine is her mouth around the head of it, sucking and laving against the hardness.
"What do you want?" She asks, her words breathless, her face flushed. "What I want is to please you, so tell me what you want."
Closing my eyes, I see the scene so clearly in my head. Her lips wrapped around me as I shove myself through the ring of her mouth. Reaching down, I fist my length. "Your lips as I fuck your mouth, and get you off with my fingers."
She inhales sharply as her breath catches. Against the thin cotton of her t-shirt, her nipples poke, letting me know how much she wants this. "Okay, I'm here to do whatever you want me to."
Tucking my hand around her neck, I thread my fingers up against her scalp and pull her into me. First, I drop a kiss on her lips, before pulling away and fisting her hair, shoving her down to my lap. When she takes me in one gulp, I shove against the head rest, words flowing from my mouth.
"Fuckin' hell."
As her tongue licks my cock like a lollipop, I know I'm in deep shit.