I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, but my body fucking ignores me. I’m on autopilot like some sex-crazed fucking robot, punching my cock into her deeper and deeper as my balls draw up tight and hot clawing fingers gash up my spine to match the desperate clawing of Amber’s fingers on my skin.
“Amber,” I gasp helplessly, stupidly, as though I don’t know what’s going to happen, as though this hasn’t been what I’ve been dreaming about since this pretty pink pussy was bared to me in my office two days ago. “Honey, I’m going to come.” I say it like it’ll make a difference. I know it won’t.
We don’t want to stop.
And we don’t.
Amber goes quiet, just for a second, sucking in a breath as her fingertips dig into my skin, and then, like the trip of an electric current, she convulses around me. The violent pulsation of her pussy around my naked cock has me roaring, and I instantly tumble down after her. It feels like I’ll never stop coming, my cock pumping her quivering pussy full. It goes on and on, until I drop her legs from my arms, and she reaches up to pull me down to her, kissing me feverishly with her arms wrapped around my neck.
Buried inside her, I kiss her for an eternity, and the wind keeps howling outside. I want to say I shouldn’t have done that. I want to say I’m sorry. But I’m not. I’m fucking not. If this is the last time I get to fuck this woman, then I want it to be like this. If that makes me a depraved fuck, then so be it. But knowing I’ve been inside her gives a sense of satisfaction as though she is mine, and like she’ll never be anyone else’s, not like this.
“If you were twenty years younger, right?” She breathes against my mouth, and lets out a sad little laugh. “We’d be perfect for each other, right? That’s what you said?”
“Yes, honey.” I thread my fingers through her hair, my tongue stroking against hers, fucking drunk on kissing hermouth and not knowing how I’m ever supposed to stop. “I’d never let you go. You’d be mine. I’d make sure of it.”
“Theo,” she whimpers, and wraps her legs around my waist, enveloping me completely. “I-I wish…”
And I know what she’s going to say, because I want to say the same thing. I want to say fuck it to everything I know is wrong, everything I know I’m greedy and selfish for wanting.
But I don’t.
The sky begins to lighten, the morning finding us still kissing, still feverish and wanting and holding on to every last second as they slip away from us. When I slide back inside her, and fuck her til she’s screaming, til she wrings every last drop of my release from my cock, I know I have to let her go.
It was a beautiful dream. A game. A fantasy.
It’s over now. That’s what we promised ourselves. That’s the way it has to be.
8
MONDAY MORNING
I watchas Amber gathers the last of her things from the bedroom, tucking them into her duffel bag. She dresses in a pair of jeans and a light blue sweater, closing the bag with a sigh.
“I think that’s all of it,” she says, flopping down on the bed beside me. “I guess if you find anything else, you can just…” She shrugs, looking down at her hands. “You can put it in Laurie’s room, and she’ll find it soon enough.”
“Yeah.” I don’t know what else to say that won’t hurt us both, so I just reach out and take her hand.
Amber curls her fingers around mine and sighs.
“You meant it though, right?” Her eyes lift to mine. “If I wasn’t me, and you weren’t you, and we were the same age…” She trails off, and the question hangs heavy in the air between us.
“I meant it. Really.” I stroke her hand. “Maybe in another life. Our next lives, huh?” I raise a hand to her cheek, and give her a soft smile. “I’ll be looking out for you.”
“I’ll make sure I’m born a little sooner next time,” she says with a sad laugh, her face falling. She throws herself at me,wrapping her arms around me, and I bury my face in the crook of her neck. “I’m going to miss this.”
“Me, too, honey.” I give her a last squeeze, and she pulls back from me slowly. “But it’ll be alright. You’re going to go out there, and have the whole world at your feet.” I sweep her hair back over her shoulder. “You’re going to build bridges over the most impossible canyons, go places everyone said you couldn’t go. It’s all right there, ahead of you. And it’s going to be amazing.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but her phone buzzes. She exhales heavily, and grabs it from the night stand. Her eyes move over the screen, and then her thumb swipes out a message.
“My parents are on their way back, they’ll be home in a couple hours.” She lifts her eyes back to my face. “I guess I should go and make it look like I was home all weekend.”
“I guess so.”
“I’ll, uh, see Laurie when she gets back.” Amber moves her hand to my arm, but pulls back before her fingers can do more than just brush my skin, and gets to her feet. “I should go.”
“Yeah.” I should say something more, right? Not just make it sound like I want her to go. I drag my feet to follow her down to the door, surprised when she heads for the garage, then remembering her little stunt on Saturday morning when she no doubt slipped out the side door.
Of course, she can’t be seen this time either, leaving my house with a packed bag like she just spent the weekend.
