My hands tightenedin hers as I pushed into her. I watched her below me. Her mouth opened a fraction wider as I pushed right up to the hilt. Jesus, she felt amazing. Her eyes never left mine as I began my rhythm above her. God, Iwould miss this. I would miss watching her reaction to me. I captured her nipple in between my teeth. She arched into me. I bit down and she screamed.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whispered as I switched to her other breast. “So fucking incredible.” I felt her pussy tighten and I groaned. Jesus, I was going to come in about twenty seconds if she kept that up.
“Ethan,” she moaned.
“Tell me, baby.” I loved it when she told me what she wanted, what she liked.
“Don’t ever stop.”
I knew I could fuck this woman, and only this woman, for the rest of my life. My thrusts came harder and deeper. I could tell she was close.
“You don’t want me to ever stop fucking you?”
“No, not ever. I need you inside me all the time,” she whimpered.
God, she could be my undoing. I watched her as her breath hitched and she fought against my hands that pinned her to my bed. Beautiful. And mine, for tonight.
I saw her orgasm pass over her as her face tensed and then relaxed.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she cried out.
She made me feel like a god. She squeezed her thighs against me, and before I had a chance to stop it I was emptying myself in her. Her pleasure had become my trigger.
I slumped forward, putting all my weight on her, stretching our arms out, my body touching as much of her body as possible.
“You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met,” she said, her voice returning to normal after her breathless panting of mid-orgasm words. I wasn’t sure which I preferred.
“Right back at you, beautiful.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows so I could look at her. She looked at her best like this. Post orgasm. Like she belonged to me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I said and I moved out of her and disposed of the condom.
I pulled her perfect ass toward me and wrapped my arms around her waist. I loved how she fit so exactly.
“I need you to do something for me tomorrow,” she said.
“Anything.”
“Even if you think it’s weird?”
“Even if I think it’s weird,” I reassured her.
“When we say goodbye tomorrow, I need you to act like we’re going to see each other again that evening. Like it’s just like the last seven mornings.”
I felt like someone punched me in the gut. And a piece of me broke.
Anna
Daniel was staying in New York, so it was just Leah and me flying back together. We were flying first class, thanks to Daniel. All that meant to me was unlimited booze—and I needed to get smashed. I needed to erase Ethan Scott from every corner of my mind.
“Can I get you something from the bar, miss?” the flight attendant asked.
“Sure. Can I get a whiskey, please?” Oh god, whiskey reminded me of him. “Actually, make that champagne, please.” She nodded. “Actually, can you make that two?” I got a tight smile but at least she didn’t dare say anything.
“Are you ok?” Leah asked.
“Of course I’m ok,” I snapped. “Sorry. I just need a drink. I’m a nervous flyer.”
