He moved his body between my legs, his erection lying firmly against my pussy. He rocked against me and kissed me to muddle my moans. Using his hands, he rubbed the end against my opening, rotating it in a small circle, wetting his cock—my body still not accustomed to his size. Staring into my eyes, he entered me slowly, stopping halfway. He paused, looked at me, and said, “Slow, Sophia. I’m going to make love to you. I want to savor you.”
I whimpered as he slid his remaining length inside me. My body stretched to accommodate him, relishing the mixture of pleasure and pain. Kayden moved inside me at a steady pace, never wavering, slowly gliding back and forth. Every nerve ending in my body ignited, his cock the spark lighting the fuse.
Our eyes stayed locked, and his face almost touched mine. Our lips tangled together, but I couldn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want to miss a moment of him. He reached between us, placed my clit between his fingertips, and squeezed in a pulsating rhythm. My world exploded as my pussy clenched, holding him hostage, my body his prison.
His stroke deepened as his body grew tense. “Sophia…” he moaned, his body shuddering as he collapsed on top of me.
“I love you, Sophia,” he whispered in my ear. “Being here, with you now, puts my mind at peace.”
“I love you, too, Kayden. I’ll always be here for you.”
“I’d follow you anywhere. My life is wherever you are, not a specific place, but you. You’re my home.”
* * *
Iopened my eyes, staring at the blank wall in front of me. The same spot where Kayden’s television used to sit. I knew this would be our last few hours in New Orleans. This room held so many memories for us. Each trip had been filled with a roller coaster of emotions.
My heart grew heavy as tears stung my eyes. A single tear ran down my face, falling onto Kayden’s chest. I didn’t wipe it away before it fell, not wanting to wake him.
“What’s wrong, baby doll?”
Shit.I’d tried not to wake him.
“Just thinking about how this is our last couple of hours in New Orleans.”
Kayden and I jumped at the sound of someone knocking on the door.
“Did they say when they were coming?” I scrambled to find clothes while Kayden slipped on his shorts.
“No.”
Kayden walked out of the bedroom, leaving me naked and alone. I dressed as quickly as I could, picking up my clothes from last night. I could hear male voices, but I couldn’t make out the words. I didn’t hear a door close, but I heard strange noises coming from the next room. Kayden appeared in the doorway.
“They’re here to clear out the apartment already, Sophia. We have to start packing and leave too,” he said. It was real. We were really going to pack everything up and leave New Orleans behind. “The guys are already clearing the furniture out of the living room,” he said.
“Okay,” I sighed. I shoved everything I could fit into my suitcase. Kayden walked around the apartment grabbing everything he wanted to take before the other guys could grab it. He carried it all into his room and placed it on the floor.
“Hey, Kayden, you taking your bedroom furniture?” a man yelled.
“Nah, I don’t have room,” Kayden responded.
“I’m sorry,” I said. Kayden shrugged and continued throwing his clothes in bags haphazardly.Shit, this isn’t how I wanted him to leave New Orleans.I helped him pack everything he owned into large black garbage bags. Cold air filled the apartment, and my body broke out in goose bumps from the wind whipping through the small space. Everything about this ending was bone-chilling and mind-numbing.
Placing the last few items in the SUV, Kayden closed the trunk and looked at me.
“That’s it, baby. We’re standing in the same spot I first touched you—the day that changed my life.” He wrapped me in his arms, cocooning me in his warmth. My body shivered at the memory of his lips first touching mine. “Let’s go, sweetheart. I’m exhausted, and we still have a long drive back to Florida.”
I watched as New Orleans disappeared in the rearview mirror, a gloomy sky framing the buildings. I gripped the steering wheel, trying to distract myself from the sadness that filled my soul. Kayden reached out, grabbed my hand, and placed it against his lips.
“We’ll be okay, sweetheart. We’ll be back here someday,” he said as he kissed my fingers.
“I know we will. I just want you to be okay. I know how much you love her.”
“I love you, Sophia. New Orleans is a place. You’re my life.” Kayden held my hand for hours, stroking my fingers in a reassuring rhythm. The scenery changed, signaling our miles traveled from bayou to palm trees. We grew more tired the closer we got to my home—our home.
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Sophia
