“Whit? We’ll be late.”
“I’ll make it worth it.” I backed her into the jeep, the door open and reached for her knee pulling her leg up slowly.
“Ah, what are you doing?” Her lips pursed and she wetted the top and bottom with her little pink tongue teasing me. I planned on teasing her back. After tonight, she’d know for certain she was mine and I’d give her something worthwhile to come back to.
“Shhh.” I shushed her kissing her slowly while my fingers found their way up the back of her thigh. The pads of my fingers grazed and my short nails scraped ever so lightly. I felt her body quiver and her legs threatened to buckle under the weight of lust. I danced my hand in a slow tango to the place between her thighs that begged for a starring role in this little show outside the gala as they awaited our arrival.
“Please Whit.” Her mouth parted and her head angled to the side as if that might give her a measure of relief. The only relief my love would get would be what I permitted. I trailed a finger to her soaked center and played with her lips over the silky fabric of her panties.
“I’m going to take these off and then I’m going to fuck you bare.” I spoke against her ear blowing on her skin.
“I’ll be a mess the rest of the night.” Her hands gripped the sides of the opened door.
I grinned against her cheek. “I’m counting on it.” I ripped the side of her panties shredding the fabric letting them slide down her leg like a surrendering white flag. I unzipped my dress pants and hiked her leg up over my hip.
“I want it.” She crooned against me nearly sagging. The heat of her pussy almost scalded my cock and I pressed inside her in a slowly thrust until I seated deep and to the root.
“How bad do you want it?” I moved a fraction, just enough to tease her fluttering walls.
“So bad.” She bit her glossy lips. “Real bad.”
“I’m gonna give it to you so bad.” I pulled back and thrust deep spanking her ass as I rode her in the dark parking lot. One hand held her leg up, the other reached for her hand to entwine my fingers with hers holding on to the top of the door.
“I’m coming.” Her hips bucked. I cupped her butt cheek squeezing it hard as I spurted my seed inside her. We came together and for the first time since the fire I didn’t feel out of breath.
Our heads bumped together and I kissed her mouth. She returned my kissed furiously grabbing the lapels of my jacket, fisting my tie.
“I love you, Whittaker.” She sniffled tears and I helped her straighten her dress sans panties.
“I know you do silly girl, as much as I love you.” I kissed her hair, her cheek, her lips like I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Don’t you ever leave me like that again.” She held on so tight I wasn’t sure we’d get through this night like I planned.
“I’m not leaving you. I’m not going anywhere, but you need to do something for me.” I cupped her cheeks and ran my hands over her body preparing her the news I was about to give.
Her head cocked to the side curious. “What is it?”
You’d think after a declaration of love I’d whisk her off back to the house for a longer stint of selfish debauchery, but no. I planned on sending her away. I had specific plans in place which include a little home remolding with Hunter’s help.
“Tomorrow after the gala, you’re going with your class to Haiti for the humanitarian photography project.” I smiled to lessen the blow.
“What? You’re making me leave?”
“Not leave. Enjoy a trip doing something you love.” I needed her to do this. She said I was smothering her, but I didn’t want her to regret missing out because she thought I needed taking care of right now. I’d already cleared the trip with her parents as a surprise. Her mother was slowly warming up to me.
“And then, what?”
“When you get home, you come home to me. That’s it.”
We enjoyed the gala and the additional surprise of her photos being shown. She signed the all of the sold copies and helped the Nature Trust raise enough money to break ground on replanting the deforested area. I’d say it was a win for all of us, excepted I hated the quiet of my own house with her gone.
Epilogue
Whit
“Lia, babe, come here.” I listened for the sound of my girlfriend’s feet echoing on the hardwood floors. She’s stayed over every night since she returned from her trip to Haiti with her photography class. I wanted to think it was because she missed me and I liked it too much to see her go back to her apartment in town when I could have her here with me whenever I wanted. She took up half my bed and kept the sheets warm. It was selfish, but I didn’t care.
I conjured ways to spend time together. Pick her up from class. Hang out with my friends. Learn to cook something besides take-out in my unused kitchen. Hike to places she can take photographs, and then sit on the porch rocking in the matching chairs talking until we fall asleep holding hands.