I don’t let up, don’t stop until he lifts me off him with a groan. I cry out at the loss of his cock in the place I want him still, but when I look down, his shaft explodes with spurt after spurt of white creamy liquid. It bursts onto his belly, and he stares down at it and then back at me as if he can’t quite believe it happened.
I touch a finger to the liquid pooling on his belly and smile at the warm, slippery feel of it. I trace it in circles over his skin.
He laughs. “You’ve never done that before?”
“Never.” I’m still distracted by the cooling evidence of his pleasure.
“Well, I envy your husband. Though maybe I should be grateful it’s not me.”
My mouth drops open in horror. “Grateful?”
“I would never get anything done if I was your husband. How could I? I’d be lost in you all day and all night.”
My smile returns, just a little bit smug at his compliments. It’s nice to hear I’m good at something from someone who doesn’t know who I am.
I should feel more guilty about that. But, after all, I tried to tell him. I don’t know what possessed me. Lust perhaps, or my conscience. Or perhaps the stupid, selfish hope that somehow, some way, if he knows my true identity we might one day meet again.
But that’s not possible.
We’re from different worlds. I’ll never feel his lips on mine again or see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when I make him laugh.
I must return to my gilded cage and set him free to live his simple life. With a sigh, I roll onto the mattress beside him. He gathers me into his arms, and I tell myself I’ll just rest a moment. Just close my eyes for a few minutes before it’s time to go.
“I wish you could be my husband,” I whisper.
Kaelun
Yalina is warm and soft in my arms, and I can’t keep my eyes open for very long. I wake again with my belly still sticky with cum and her plump ass tucked against my groin, and I’m immediately hard again.
Yalina stirs, shifting so her ass rubs against me. I grind gently against her, hoping this means she’s rousing and ready for round two.
She sits suddenly, drawing in a sharp breath and looking around. Her dark hair falls into her eyes and cascades down her back and over her shoulders. “Oh no.”
“Oh no?”
“I fell asleep.”
“So did I.”
She stares at me aghast. “They will be looking for me. I have to go.”
I wonder who they is. I had thought there might be a controlling father or fiancé, but they sounds like something else. “Surely a few more hours won’t hurt?”
She shakes her head, standing and searching for her clothes.
I sigh. “Well I’m glad you came.”
She looks around at me, and her expression softens. Coming back over, she bends and cups my face with her hands, leaning in to kiss me. “Oh, me too. You have no idea how much. I will not forget this. I will not forget you.”
She pulls away.
“Then, will I see you again?” It’s a stupid wish spoken aloud. I know the answer before I ask the question.
The shutters come down over her face, confirming what I knew she would say. “I am sorry. I wish I could.”
“Will you at least tell me who you really are?”
She sighs. “There is no time to explain. It does not matter anyway. You will never believe me.”
