“Please?” she says again, the corner of her lip twitching with a sweet smile.
There’s a direct correlation between depression and negative moods, increasing the sex drive, just as much as there is a correlation between depression and decreasing your libido. It can go either way. I guess, in my case, my body is leaning into it as a coping mechanism, because all it takes is one little pout from this beautiful girl, and my cock is twitching in my pants.
I hope she doesn’t think this is always what I want from her.
It’s just…so good. It’s turning into something I crave,she’sturning into something I crave.
Walking over to her, I wrap my arms around her waist with a heavy sigh before leaning down and pressing my lips to her neck. Her arms fall from their crossed position as she melts into my hold, and I can feel her heartbeat thumping harshly against my mouth.
“You don’t trust me to drive your truck?” she asks on a laugh, craning her neck so I can kiss down further. “Is that it?”
“No, I do,” I murmur against her skin. “It’s just… I’m the one takingyouon this road trip. I’m driving.”
“And I’m so grateful for that,” she says, pulling back just as I’m about to kiss her neck again, “but now it’s my turn to help you.”
I stare down at her, mouth hanging open a bit. “You don’t have to do tha?—”
“Iwantto.”
My mind flashes to this morning, when she was adamant that if she wanted to do something, she would. It’s a nice reminder, because my brain likes to trick me into thinking otherwise sometimes.
“Right.” I laugh weakly, and I feel my face heating.
Maeve smiles, but it drops into a more serious observance as she cocks her head up at me. Reaching up to put her palm to my cheek, I lean into her touch before I can even think twice about it, like my body just naturally gravitates toward her.
“Do you wanna talk about it at all?” she asks, searching my features for her answers, as if I may lie to her now. “About your mom? About any of it?”
No, I don’t want to ruin your image of me.
I don’t want you to see how tainted and smeared I am.
But I don’t say that, I just say, “Maybe…after? After Seattle, after processing. Maybe then.”
Her fingers sift through my hair as she nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, which isn’t helping how horny I’m feeling right now.
Now is not the time.
“I just…want you to know that you can, always. About anything,” she says. “If I can help at all, I want to be able to. You know, for moral support or if you need to run away, I’ll be the?—”
She’s rambling now; I love when she rambles. It’s not often that she does that, but it’s one of the cutest things I thinkI’ve ever seen, and like there’s a natural pull in my body, I’m cutting her off as I grab her face and smash my lips into hers. It’s instinctual, like I didn’t even have to think twice about the movement.
“This,” I mumble into her lips, smiling for the first time today as she giggles against me, “this is good. I already…feel much better.”
Maeve pulls away again, and I swear, her cheeks are tinged a slight pink. Did I do that? Make her blush like that? The thought has me reeling because she’s beautiful like this. Pupils dilated, dark eyelashes batting almost nervously against her lifted cheeks, that smile on display just for me. God da?—
“Clark,” she faux gasps, “are you being cheeky?”
“Yes,” I breathe, pulling her right back in, relishing in the sound of her laugh that echoes around the room. “Is that okay?”
She pushes up onto her tiptoes to kiss me again, practically falling into me as I walk us over toward the bed until the back of her legs bump into the mattress.
“I like it,” she breathes into my mouth, sliding her tongue inside right after, making a groan leave my lips.
“I like you,” I counter in a pant.
I don’t know how that came out of me, but I’m glad it did, because she puts her hands on my shoulders to twist me around just before planting them on my chest and giving me a firm shove. I fall back onto the bed with a slight huff, not expecting her to be able to do that so easily, or at all. She towers over me for a moment, a sly grin on her face before she’s climbing on top of me, straddling my hips.
“You like me?” she repeats, and there’s a teasing tone to her voice that has my cock hardening underneath her.
