He moans. He moans a lot. I smile and pull at his bottom lip with my teeth. "Oh fuck Lora" he moans. I move backwards as far as I can, until the steering wheel hits my ass. "Damn that's cold" I hiss, concentrating on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He looks at me and lifts his ass so I can slide his jeans down. "Damn Ambrose" I moan. "No boxers?" "Forgot to pack spares" he moans, pulling me back to him. I position him ready as he kisses my neck. "Damn Ambrose" he moans, looking at me. "No panties?" "Saving time" I whisper, rubbing him against me. "God bless saving time" he moans, pulling me down onto him and attacking my neck again. We don't talk anymore, the occasional moan but that's it. He holds my ass and moves us slowly, switching position finally and lying me across the seat. "I love you" he whispers, kissing up my legs and nipping at my inner thigh. "So damn much Lora. I was yours from the second we met." I moan, grabbing his hair and pulling him up to me. "I've always been yours Jon" I whisper, guiding him back into me. "Always and forever." "Glad to hear it" he whispers, kissing me again.
We stay there for hours, getting to know each other's bodies again. "Think we might make it home tonight?" he asks finally. I watch him pull his jeans up and shake my head. "I can't promise" I whisper. "I mean, I may just have to take you here and now." He laughs and helps me sit up. "I may just have to let you" he whispers, kissing me again. I moan and grab him tightly, losing my hands in his unruly curls. "Yeah" he growls. "I'm definitely gonna have to let you!" I laugh and let him go. "It's getting kinda cold" I say quietly. "Maybe we should actually get moving." He nods and waits for me to sit before starting the engine again. "Shit Lor!" he says. "It's 1am! We left the arena before 10!" We look at each other and laugh. "Dating teenagers Jon" I remind him. He groans. "In that case" he says. "I'm going straight to hell for what we just did!" I shrug. "I'll be there with you" I whisper. "It's warmer down there anyway..." He raises an eyebrow and I groan. "Damn filthy mind Jonathan" I laugh. He doesn't even deny it. He yawns and I look at him quickly. "Switch places" I say. He frowns at me but does as he's told. "Sleep" I whisper, kissing his head. "I can get us home, I prefer driving in the dark anyway." He looks as if he's about to argue so I stare at him. "Ok" he says finally. I smile. "Good" I whisper, kissing him before turning on the lights and pulling back onto the road.
He sleeps well. I glance across at him every now and again, his face worry free. I try and concentrate on driving but I can't resist the urge to look at him again. His time he's looking back at me. "Hey" he says quietly. I smile. "Hey yourself" I say, watching as he puts his hand on my thigh. He yawns and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Sleep Ambrose" I say quietly. He shakes his head. "I can't" he groans. "It's too quiet. Lora, sing to me." "What?" I ask, looking at him quickly. "Sing to me" he says again. "What do you want me to sing?" I ask. He shrugs. "Anything" he says, lying back down. "Absolutely anything, as long as it's you singing I don't care." I nod, thinking for a few minutes. Just as he's about to say something I start singing.
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there
And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
The next time I look at him he's sleeping again, a smile on his face. "I love you" I whisper. I try not to look at him again in case I disturb him, he seems to be able to sense when I'm looking at him and he needs his sleep. A few hours pass before he stirs and coughs before sitting up. "Morning" he whispers, kissing me softly. I smile. "Morning" I whisper back. "Pull over" he says. I frown but do as he says. "Switch" he orders as I cut the engine. I shake my head and look at him. "I'm fine Jon" I say. "Few more hours and we'll be home." "Switch, Lora" he says, looking at me pointedly. I shrug and straddle his lap, it's easier to climb over him than let him climb over me. "Mmmmm Mrs Good" he moans, grabbing me and pulling me down onto his lap. "I seem to recall us being in this position before." I moan and kiss him softly, groaning as he grips my ass tightly. "We need to get home Lora" he moans, pulling away from me. "Fast." I nod, climbing off his lap. "Drive then, Ambrose" I whisper. He nods, starting the truck again and squealing back onto the road like a bat out of hell.