With This Heart(62)

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“ Have you ever had sex in a seedy motel before?” I asked as Beck and I laid down staring at the popcorn ceiling above our heads. Beck chuckled next to me and reached to grab my hand. I smiled and then rolled over to straddle him. His eyebrows shot up and I internally applauded myself for taking him by surprise. His brown hair hung sweet and disorderly against his pillow.

His hands pressed against my back, just under my bra, and I rocked my hips over his, getting a slow feel for him beneath me. My hands tugged his shirt up so I could skim my fingers along his abs, memorizing each ridge that belonged to me. I kept tugging higher until most of his upper body was revealed to me. My hands roamed everywhere.

“ That tickles.” Beck wiggled beneath me as I roamed too close to his underarms.

“ Oops, sorry,” I smiled, and dragged my hands back down to his lower stomach. I traced the V that pointed to my end goal. Beck’s hands ran under the top of my dress, skimming over my skin until he found the clasp of my bra. With a quick flick, he undid it, and I mashed my lips together. That feeling of him dragging his hand around my torso to cup my breasts beneath my dress sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

“ Beck,” I moaned, not realizing I’d been rolling my hips onto him the entire time. That was all the encouragement he needed. He hands cupped around each breast. My nails dug gently into his torso, letting the sensations take over. A moment later, he pressed up so that I could push his shirt over his head. He tugged my dress off and then threw it across the room. His pants followed.

His hands wrapped around my back so that when he laid back down, he took me with him. Our chests were pressed tightly together. Warm skin on skin as our mouths found one another. It felt empowering to straddle him like that as his hands gripped my hair, keeping us melded together. We ground our hips together in a sweet rhythm.

I pressed my hand to his warm chest. “Could I be on top?” I asked with a crooked smile. I had no clue if I’d enjoy it that way, but I wanted to try. Beck licked his lips and nodded, grasping me on top of him. I pressed my hands to his chest to support my weight as his fingers dipped down my body, rubbing me gently for a few moments.

I reached down and clasped over his hand, aligning us perfectly. Then I bit my lip and started to sink down, unsure of how painful it would be. My weight wasn’t enough to push me all the way down onto him. I hovered in limbo, adjusting to his size. My fingers gripped his chest and my head fell forward with the weight of the pleasure. But then Beck’s hands gripped my waist and in one fluid move, he simultaneously bucked his hips up and pressed me down so that I was filled completely by him.

“ Beck!” I cried out as a flood of sensations came over me. His hands gripped my hips as his thumbs dipped lower. The feel of him inside of me as his fingers moved over my inner thighs, touching flesh that was overly-sensitized, felt like too much for my brain to comprehend.

I couldn’t remember to breathe or to move my hands from their death-grip on his chest.

We hung there, unable to move for a few more seconds. Then Beck moved his hands up to my face. He brushed my hair away and titled my chin with his thumb so that our eyes locked in a sweet gaze.

Our eyes told each other everything. They said ‘I love you’ even before we could verbalize the phrase. He started rocking his hips below me, slow and sensual at first. I leaned back, resting my hands on his knees so that I could roll my hips and feel every inch of him inside of me.

His groans told me how turned on he was. I fed off them, letting my eyes flutter closed as we found a sweet, fast rhythm. His thumb found the spot that had me imploding only after a few quick rubs. But then we were shifting, Beck was rolling me onto my back and spreading my legs out wide so that he could pull out of me and then thrust back in with unadulterated passion. Our love-making was on his terms; he took what he needed and gave me everything in return. My second orgasm came quickly, too quick for me to even grasp on for dear life. I was gripping his hair. He was biting into my shoulder, and we were coming together, breathing each other’s names and praying for the moment to never end.





[page]CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE





I was in the hotel’s bathroom the next day, showering and taking my medications. Everything seemed normal and I felt fine, but when I took my temperature, it was slightly higher than usual. 100.9. I made a mental note of it so I could let my mom know, but then Beck knocked on the bathroom room and distracted me by stripping down to his skivvies so that he could hop in the shower.

“ Hey! I’m trying to get dressed here,” I joked, watching him push his boxers to the floor and turn on the shower. Oh how I loved that rock-hard tush. I’d never considered myself a butt girl, but if you were there you would have checked it out, too. It was just so sexy.

He turned to give me cheeky grin and then stepped inside the curtain.

“ So are we going to Marfa?” I asked, stuffing all of my toiletries back into my bag.

“ You remembered?” Beck asked, poking his head so that his damp hair left drops of water on the floor.

I shrugged, moving to leave and so he could have privacy. “It was your one request this entire trip, and Odessa wasn’t quite what I expected it to be.”

“ To Marfa it is!” he called out playfully.

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Marfa is in the middle of nowhere, but only about three hours from Odessa. We’d driven through stretches of desert with no end in sight when finally we spotted a tiny oasis of sorts. It was the holy grail of pit stops. The mecca of road trip pilgrimages. There was a fast food restaurant, a gas station, a souvenir shop, and then a smattering of things that you would never in your life need in the middle of the desert: rubber snakes, astronaut costumes, and quilt patterns.