When she crashes back to the mattress in exhaustion, I follow her there, still pumping into her with force. I am just about to pull out and flip her onto her stomach when she opens her eyes and stares directly into my soul.
“I want to feel you when you come,” she whimpers. “You feel different…”
I realize that itisdifferent. Something’s changed, but I can’t tell what. Maybe it’s because she told me that she loves me. Or maybe because I know I love her back despite not being able to say the words.
But then I look down. My hips are moving in and out of her, my cock glistening with her juices. For a second, I’m not sure what any of it means. And then, it hits me.
I’m not wearing a condom.
I’ve never in my life had sex without protection. My father always drilled it into my head that the stupidest thing I could do would be getting someone pregnant.
In this moment, as I continue pumping in and out of Mona’s sweet pussy, my brain completely shuts down. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize that I have to make a decision before it’s too late.
The smart thing is to pull out. But I don’t want to.
That is the moment when everything shifts inside of me once again. I make a split decision and let go. I feel everything as my cum floods her insides and coats itself back around my cock. I feel her gasp at the immense pleasure wrapping us both in a bubble. And I feel my heart finally accepting this woman for who she is. The savior of my soul.
“I love you, too,” I whisper into the pillow.
She doesn’t say anything, making me regret saying the words out loud. But then, when I raise my head, I realize that she’s already fallen asleep, just like that.
She didn’t hear you, the voice in my head whispers. It sounds so much like my father’s.You can still save this as long as you didn’t get her pregnant just now.
That last thought should scare me to death. After all, I was taught from a very young age that a surprise pregnancy is the beginning of the end.
But Mona is different, I tell myself over and over as sleep pulls me under. Mona loves me for me. She doesn’t care about my money. She doesn’t even know how much money I have.
She just… loves me for me.
TWENTY-FIVE
Mona
The sheets feel way toosoft against my sensitive skin. I am not used to such luxury, so I take a few extra moments relishing in the feel of them. I move my legs under the covers and hug them to my chest, smiling as I keep my eyes closed.
“If you don’t stop moving, you’ll give me no choice but to fuck you again.”
Alex’s sleepy voice from behind me startles me. I almost forgot he was here, but I don’t hate it either.
With my eyes now open, I flip onto my back, then land on the left side to face him. He is already on his side, looking as adorable as ever with his hair all ruffled and tired eyes.
“I am a little sore.” His eyes widen at hearing that. “But I wouldn’t say no,” I continue. I sound breathy and flirty, and like I am in love.
Flashbacks from last night invade my brain, reminding him that I did tell him that I loved him, and more than once.It’s stupid of me, but I don’t regret it. I also don’t have any expectations after today. In fact, I expect that he’ll be running for the hills once he drops me off at my apartment later today.
It’s weird that I am not panicking or being sad about the situation. In fact, it’s as if we said our goodbyes to each other last night. This is closure, and we might as well make the best of it. Starting tomorrow, we are moving on with our lives, separately, because it could never be together anyway.
Now, as he runs his hand softly over my body, the covers concealing his movements, I shiver in pleasure. I will take every single morsel he has to give me up until our time is done.
His fingers slide over my buttock, dipping gently until they reach my back entrance. Then, just as slowly, they lower until he dips them into my juices. It is no surprise that I am ready for anything he has in store for me. It’s been like this from day one.
He brings his head down until we are close enough to kiss. There’s an underlying current as we stare at each other while he slides two fingers in and out of me. Every second time, he brings them up to my back entrance, circling the puckered hole over and over again until I can’t think anymore.
“I can’t stand not being with you.”
His words hit me hard, but I don’t have time to react in any way before he presses an open mouthed kiss along my jawline.
“When you’re not with me…” He gently sinks his teeth into my earlobe. “I obsess over where you are and who you are with…”
