It’s been so long since I’ve been genuinely happy, but right now, I can say that without a doubt, I’m happy.
I tilt my head up toward the sky, close my eyes, and let the feeling of being weightless and free take over.
TWENTY-EIGHT
NOW
Camille
I can’t explain my feelings while skydiving for the first time. Falling through the open sky makes me feel like I'm being reborn. It's the most exhilarating moment of my entire life. It’s the most alive I’ve ever felt.
It’s as if this entire time, I’ve been going through life barely existing, and now I’m here and have an entirely new level of appreciation for the life I’ve been given.
I don’t want to disappear anymore. I want to live.
Life is full of experiences. Some cause us to change, while others don’t, but without a doubt, I can say that this experience has changed me.
For the first time in a long time, I’m wide awake.
I choose life.
I choose happiness.
I choose myself.
I’m high on adrenaline. High on the feeling of my decision to live life unapologetically and high on the feeling of being reborn. It’s because I feel so fucking good right now that leads me to jumping Dean as soon as we get back to his car.
After our jump, we didn't say anything. We went back into the office to return our gear, and I took that time to slip into the restroom to change out of the ridiculous outfit I purchased at the gift shop and put my dress back on since I need to return to work.
But the second we both get back into his car, I pull my dress up to my waist and climb across the middle console to straddle him in his seat.
Thank God his windows are tinted because people would surely be getting a free show right now.
We don’t speak. I know that we’re both feeling the same thing right now. The lust darkening his eyes tells me everything I need to know. We both need this.
Dean makes quick work of undoing his pants, unzipping himself and exposing his rock-solid cock while I lift my dress higher and pull my little red thong to the side to expose my pussy that’s glistening with my arousal.
I’ve been wet since we kissed before our jump—all it takes is one touch from him to get my panties flooded.
He strokes his fingers down the length of my cunt, hissing when he feels my arousal that’s all for him.
“Is this all for me?” he taunts with a knowing look. I nod, grinding myself against his fingers.
“I can’t wait. I need you right now,” I rasp, so desperate for him. My entire body aches with an insatiable need for him. Need for him to stretch me and fill me so deep to the point I’m able to feel him in the back of my throat.
Leaning back against the steering wheel, I raise my hips, wrap my hand around his warm solid shaft, and guide him to my wet opening, slowly sinking down on his length, taking him inch by inch.
His cock fills me to the hilt, and only then do I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck and crush my lips against his in a searing kiss. It’s sloppy. Our teeth clatter against each other, but we don’t have time to be graceful right now. We both need this dirty fuck.
His grip on my hips is so tight it’s painful, and then he’s lifting me so he can fuck me from the bottom.
And holy fuck does he.
Dean thrusts his hips up each time I move down. We work together, moving in perfect sync. The windows become foggy with our heavy, heated breathing, and the air in the car feels hot and sticky.
This position in his car isn’t the most comfortable thing ever, but I don’t need to be comfortable to take dick. I just need to be steady while I’m getting pounded.
Our skin slaps together, and my pussy sucks him in like the greedy thing she is. There’s no good way to explain sex with Dean. It makes me stupid and speechless. It’s fucking amazing! Hands down the best sex I’ve ever had.