We set out on the adventure of our lives. Though it’s only a few hours away, the excitement makes it seem like it’s a much bigger trip.

I don’t talk to my parents as much as I should, but as I’m growing older, I’m starting to realize every little thing they did for me.

They raised me, sacrificing everything, down to their dreams. My mother dropped out of college just to have me. Well, I’ve achieved all of my dreams now.

We drive from the beach, up into the mountains. The forest quickly surrounds us and a dark fog creeps around the car. We play old rock ‘n roll classics, and laugh as we remember old times together.

It’s weird to think about the past in this way and it makes you feel like you’re getting older. To me, however, it feels good. It feels necessary, as if the next phase has already begun.

We pull off the side of the road, at a small café. It’s dark outside because we left late, but there’s warmth surrounding us.

The fog has begun to close in and everything outside looks like an 80’s horror film. We order some pie, and some coffee. But since we’re running late anyway, we decide to call it a night next door, at the creepiest roadside motel ever.

“You think anyone has ever died here?” She asks.

“Oh, most definitely,” I laugh, trying to freak her out. “In fact, I think there was that trucker that never got caught for his killings. He prayed on hot women. Come to think of it, it happened right around these parts.”

“Stop it,” she warns. “That is not funny.”

We get inside and the bed is as hard as a rock, and so is my cock. When I have her in my arms again, I can’t hold back.

“My sexy ass fiancé,” I smile. “Welcome to the married life.”

“You better fuck me hard every single day,” she says.

She wraps those warm lips around my cock and I groan loudly with pleasure.

“Every day. Every night. Every single afternoon,” I say. “And once we have kids, I’ll kick them out of the damn house if they stay indoors too long. I need you far too much.”

“You need this?” She bends over for me and pouts her lips.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan.

She holds her tits in her hand and slowly walks over to me. She kisses my chest as she lowers herself to the floor.

“You need this, don’t you?” she asks again.

She knows I do. Now more than ever. I reach out and touch her and get chills up and down my spine.

Goose bumps flood my body as the tip of my cock touches her lips. When I push inside her, I feel like I’m on top of the fucking world.

All the sensation rushes my senses. I thrust forward and she moans my name. This is mine forever.

I fuck her until our muscles give way and we’re both trembling with all the pleasure in the world, kissing until the life comes back into our bodies.

When it’s over, we lie in the cheap motel bed and fantasize about our wedding.

“I used to think about it a lot,” she tells me. “Our wedding.”

“Me too. All throughout math class, I’d be thinking about you and what we’d be like when we’re older,” I tell her. “But I never knew it would be like this. I thought it was going to happen much earlier.”

“You actually thought about our wedding in math class?” She laughs at the thought.

“Head over heels,” I say. “That was my whole senior year.”

Seeing her now feels like a dream I never want to wake up from. She looks stunning, even in her pajamas, when she’s feeling gross and glancing at herself in the mirror. I can’t help but feel like she’s a work of art.

Shedding my old skin was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It’s easy to say that you’ve found the person of your dreams.

The hard part is staying the course and making sure things work. There’s a lot I’ve had to step away from, including focusing on the pain from my past.

At the end of the day, I made every single choice to get to where I am now. Luckily, I made my way back to the woman I love. I’m not ever leaving.