She lifts me at the hips with one hand at the small of my back and the other hand under my thigh, and she sets me on the hood of the car at the lip of the hood with the camel coat folded under me, and the silver of the hood is warm and she puts her mouth at the side of my throat.
She lifts the black turtleneck up at my ribs.
She lifts it over my head.
The black turtleneck goes on the gravel.
"Lie back."
I lie back on the hood.
I lie back
She puts her mouth on me. She pulls my panties to one side and her tongue runs long slow strokes of me and tight circles of my clit.
I am filled with love and want for her and I feel my body respond immediately, my hips rising to her, I want to grind into her mouth. She recognises this and pulls my hips into her mouth holding them tight. I feel myself grind into the sudden pressure and I gush in her mouth moaning loudly.
She does not stop.
She does not stop because she has not been told to stop.
She puts two fingers in me as I lay spreadeagled and open for her and then adds a third. I moan again. She begins to fuck me with them. Delicious deep fucking, hard against my G spot. My body is going crazy for her. I can hear myself squelching with wetness.
"Look at me,” she says.
I lift my head.
I look at her.
Her eyes are so beautiful as she fucks me and she is looking into my eyes and I feel vulnerable and seen all at once. I feel her thumb against my clitoris as she fucks me faster. Thrusting in and out of me and it feels so so good.
My orgasm tears through me, overwhelming like a tsunami wave and I feel myself gushing again, all over her hand, all over the hood.
She stays inside me as she holds me through it. She leans down and kisses me and I taste myself on her lips.
"Evangeline.”
"Yes."
"I love you,” she says simply and I know it to be true.
"I love you too, Max."
“We can do this, you know?” she says. “We can live happily ever after, I promise I will do anything for you.”
“I know,” I say. And I want nothing more than this happy ever after with her.
“I want you to be mine,” she whispers.
She lowers her forehead to mine.
“I am yours,” I whisper. “Always.”
The sun is at the side of her face.
The cold air is on my wet thighs.
The canyon is in the morning.
