Violent spasms rocketed my entire world as he swiped the tingly spot again, arousal soaking my slit and seeping out of my skin, his lips growing feverish as he worked against me. My body arched into him, needing a release only he could give.
Desperate for more of him, desperate for him to need me like I did him at this moment.
Maybe we could have just this.
Bastien and me.
Together.
Forget the rest.
A soft moan simpered past my lips when the edge of his thumb worked under the elastic of my panties. Tentatively, his finger swept at the moisture between my legs, before his thumb and his tongue pressed farther, probed deeper, elicited quiet moans and mewls from my mouth. My thighs began quaking as he rubbed me until stars burst behind my eyelids.
His tender fingers swept at my core, sliding out of my panties lovingly as he pecked tiny kisses across the bow of my lips, cheeks, and temples. Doting on me sweetly, eyes filled with warm honesty.
A slow breath overtook me when both of his hands cupped my cheeks, the evidence of my pleasure glistening on the pad of his thumb.
Tears pricked at my eyelids when I realized we would never have this again.
This would be it.
Tonight, I would go back to my tiny cottage and submit more applications. And then, hopefully, tomorrow I could work up the courage to tell him I was leaving.
But for now, we had this.
