Her neck was exposed with her next moan, and I could tell she was straining to keep herself from spilling over.
“Not yet,” I begged.
“I can’t,” she nearly cried. “I can’t. I’m going to—“
“Shit—“
A high-pitched gasp left her. Her walls convulsed in a manner that made all of my muscles tremble. I pulled out of her quickly and flipped her over again, bending her hips to my will, and I buried my cock deep once more. I grabbed her around the waist and hugged her back to my chest, clutching her breast and tickling her clit with my hands. She cursed my name again as the pressure of my moving fingers heightened there.
“With me, sweet girl,” I said as I kissed her neck. “Come with me.”
She bent forward again, her head lying sideways on the mattress, and I squeezed her body against mine as I took us both to our ends. Another high-pitched wail came from her lips, her hands gripping that sheet so tight that her knuckles whitened, and when she crashed around me, I couldn’t keep my own release from spilling over.
The orgasm hit me like an anvil. I groaned out loudly, saying her name and slapping her ass. A cold chill staggered over my entire body—euphoria, like nothing I’d experienced, for her and the satisfied moans coming from her lips.
For a moment, I couldn’t move. I spilled completely inside her as her pussy continued to throb around my dick. Shallow breaths sounded in the room with our satiated groans. I didn’t want to pull out of her. I could have stayed, kissed her lips and her spine and fucked her again. Slowly, this time, just to savor her one more time.
But I knew she was spent.
I slowly moved out of her, groaning at the sight of my cum dripping out of her swollen, red pussy. Fuck, that was exquisite. I had done that. I had made her scream, cry, beg. I had pushed her body and left prints on her ass, molded this cunt to crave my cock from then on. I dipped my fingers inside her and then spread our combined juices across her ass, making one last crying grunt leave her lips.
“You should see our art, baby,” I whispered. “I could fuck you again just to see my cum dripping out of this beautiful cunt.”
She twisted onto her back and sat her bent legs on either side of me. A vulnerability stretched over her eyes as she laid there and watched me, her breasts rising and falling with every deep breath.
“I want to watch,” she said softly. “When I see you again, I want to see our art. I want to see your cock glistening with what you do to me.”
When I see you again.
My stomach flipped at her agreement—that she wanted to see me after this, that everything I had felt for her was valid, and that I wasn’t completely losing my mind as I thought I might be.
Our lips met in a needing manner, her thighs closing on either side of my hips. Her touch lingered on my stubbled cheeks. There was a promise in that kiss. A promise that we would find each other again. That this was not the last time we would see each other.
I crawled onto the bed atop her, making her lay back against the pillows as I hovered there, my now unruly hair falling over my eyes. She held my face, her eyes searching mine.
“What do I do to you?” I asked.
The right corner of her lips quirked—so quickly that had I not been staring at her face, I would have missed it—and she pushed my hair back.
“You make me want to be found.”
I couldn’t sleep.
Not with all the thoughts of her continuing to run through my mind. I thought about tomorrow, about how facing that day without her suddenly felt empty, perhaps even the worst decision of my life.
This woman.
This…this fucking woman….
I opened and closed my phone three times with the intention of changing my flight. I wanted to take her to breakfast, forget work and the numerous meetings I had scheduled just to spend the day with her. Even if it meant sitting on her floor and watching television while she worked.
I would happily do that for her. Stand beside her as she chased all her desires, making sure she felt seen, heard, and touched along the way as she should be.
But I respected her decision not to push, that more wasn’t what she wanted. At least not now.
I vowed to find her again.
I closed my phone and held her a little tighter in the hours we had left, formulating what I would do when it came time to leave for the airport. And once I decided, I twisted to hold her against my chest and leaned over to kiss her shoulder.
