Looking back at him, tears fall.
"I…” My tongue shoots out to lick my lips, my liquid sadness coating them. "All I'm asking is that you just please meet me halfway and just tell me when you're gonna be late. I know you say it's hard to do that, but you're smart, and I know you can find a way to do it."
"I'll try to tell you on my break if I know by then. But if I find out way later, sometimes, honestly, I'm so wrapped up in the testing room for hours and hours that I don't even get any notifications. Baby, I'm sorry, and I'm not gonna promise you that I'm not gonna come late again with almost no explanation."
"What are you talking aboutwith no explanation?"
"What I mean is I—I didn't tell you. I'm not gonna promise that there's not gonna be a time when I'm gonna be late again and didn't tell you ahead of time."
All I can do is stare at him because I don't know why this is so easy for him to say.
"This isn't forever, Gabby."
"I understand that, but howlongis it? A year? Five years? Ten years? How much longer can this relationship last through that?"
"That depends on you."
"I'mnot the one pulling away, Lincoln!"
Lincoln takes his hands off me and wipes his face.
"I'm sorry, baby. I don't have the emotional bandwidth for this conversation anymore. We can finish it at a later time, but I'm… I… I’m really fucking tired."
He walks off toward our bedroom. I wanna give him his space. I don't know what to do.
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Chapter 8
Later, when I'm ready for bed, sniffling, trying not to give in to the feelings of dismay that I feel, I lay beside him, my back to him. On my right side, I stare into the void of the dark in our room.
Then he shifts behind me, and I feel his left arm drape around me. It travels up to my neck, his thumb stroking my throat. His erection up against my ass. It feels like we haven't made love for a very long time, and now he's initiating.
He lifts up my left leg, placing his fingers in between me.
It feels so good feeling his fingers on me. My entire body is a nuclear reactor of desire. It's like he hasn't touched me in years, or that's what it feels like. My ears dance to the music of his moans from behind me as he presses himself up against me. Lifting up my nightshirt, he slides my panties down.
A gasp escapes me when I feel him enter me very slowly, stretching me softly. God, his moans sound so delectable right now.
"I love you."
There's hesitation, almost as though he's half asleep. Then my heart drops thinking he doesn't wanna say it back.
"I love you too…somuch."
And I feel it. I wanna turn around. But when I try to flip over, he holds my shoulders in place so I can remain on my right side and he on his. Then he slams his dick into me over and over again, holding my waist.
I wish I could see his face. Why doesn't he wanna look at me?
"I wanna see you," my voice pleas.
"I'm right here. I just want you to feel me, baby."
His husky voice vibrates through me, and god, his penis feels so good. It's so big. So big that it leaves quite the impression; the feel of him even after he's gone. Every time he withdraws before sticking himself back in, it makes me thirst for him more.
Backing up my ass into him, I meet his rhythm, which makes him thrust faster. His dick gets harder. I relish the sensation of his testicles slapping against me. His fingers move deftly onto my clitoris, rubbing it. My orgasm shoots to the forefront, causing me to come first. My scream of pleasure permeates the room.
It takes him a little longer. Then after about five more minutes of me feeling the overwhelming sensation of hypersensitivity, his dick still slamming into me, he breathes faster, hugs me tighter, and holds himself still as his penis throbs inside my vagina. His moaning is deeper, more drawn out as he enjoys the feel of his own orgasm. Felt like quite the load that he let go inside of me.
