This Jeep, Frances, is one of the few places that Eve has expressed herself.It's carmine, red with dark tinted windows.The floor mats have the Goonies skull and crossbones on them just like her spare tire cover, except the cover also says, 'Never Say Die'.Even her gear shift knob is a skull.Her personality is evident all over Frances, but right now, I'm just thankful for the heavy tint.
Eve sits there in the same Lynyrd Skynyrd tee that she wore on the day we first went to lunch and her white cotton panties.I love that she still wears these instead of trying to impress me with lace.The white cotton matches her innocence, and nothing turns me on more than that.
"Come here."My voice is unintentionally low and raspy.
"Do I face you?"
"Yes.Straddle me."
She starts to pull her panties down.
"No."I stop her with a hand over hers.
"Leave them on."
She looks at me, confused.I grab her thigh and pull her toward me.She follows my lead, crossing the console and coming to rest on my lap.My dick twitches at the contact.
"Pull out my cock."
She undoes my jeans and pulls out my pulsing erection.Looking up at me, she's waiting for instruction.I love this.I love teaching her.I love everything about her.She turns me on so effortlessly and I struggle to go slow and be easy with her when I want to rip those panties off and slam her down onto my shaft.
"Lift up."
She lifts her hips, hovering over me.
"Line us up."
She looks at me and smiles with a sweetness that I know she doesn't actually possess, and I swear my dick reaches for her.She gently grips my weeping shaft and lines it up with her entrance before slowly sliding down onto me.We're both groaning before I'm fully seated inside of her.Putting our foreheads together, we close our eyes enjoying the closeness and putting the days apart behind us.
"I love you, Eve."
"Prove it."She says with a smile equally as sardonic as the one I gave her.
"You won't like how I prove it, Love."
Her eyebrows pull together in question.
"I'll put your jeans back on you so that you can come watch me snatch the life from that man who was touching you on the library steps.The Davenport Library steps.He was touching MY woman on the steps of the library my family built.It's almost like he doesn't want to live anymore."
She looks at me exasperatedly.
"He doesn't want to die, and he didn't do anything to warrant his murder."
"There'll be times in our lives that we'll have to agree to disagree.This is one of those times."
She flutters her eyelids and shakes her head.
"Do you want me to prove my love for you?"I ask her.
"There'll be times in our lives that we'll simply have to trust one another.This is one of those times."
"Trusting you doesn't extend to the handsy dead man walking."
"I meant that this is one of those times that I'll trust you.I trust that you love me, and I won't ask you to prove it."
"I don't ever want to see him around you again, do you understand?"
She says nothing and just looks back at me, impatience evident on her beautiful face.I want our kids to have her face.I want them to have her everything.
