"Yes, you can."
I took the packet from him and ripped it open. I looked down at him, and with shaky hands, I managed to get it over the head of his erection.
"Perfect." He smiled as he slipped it on all the way, then gripped my hips and helped guide me onto him.
Once seated, I rocked back and forth, quickly finding my rhythm with Alex’s help. I closed my eyes and continued to move into him, and he met me thrust for thrust.
I loved when he filled me so completely.
"Baby," he moaned, "let your hair down."
I did as he asked, allowing my long, dark hair to fall over my shoulders.
He stopped moving and stared up at me as if he had something to tell me.
Finally, he whispered, "You look like an angel," as he grabbed my hips harder.
I tensed, and then my body shook with my release. "God, Alex!"
"I’m gonna come so fuckin' hard," he yelled. "And it’s all because of you."
He erupted inside the condom, and I collapsed onto his chest, panting and sweating. He kissed the top of my head and said my name over and over again. He pulled my chin up so we were looking at one another. He was still buried inside me, and I could tell he didn’t want to move. I didn’t want him to move. This was our last day together, and I didn’t want it to end.
"Jocelyn, I . . . ." He looked like he wanted to tell me something. In my heart, I wanted to believe I knew what he was feeling, but I couldn’t assume.
"Say it." I smiled, certain he was about to say what I wanted to hear.
"That was amazing."
Those weren't exactly the words I was looking for.
"Yeah." I frowned, trying to hide my disappointment. "It was."
I rolled off him and tied my top back into place. He touched my arm, and I had to take a second to compose myself before I looked over my shoulder and back down at him.
"Smile for me," he said. "I need to see you smile."
I did as he asked, but the expression was forced. He hurt me; whether it was intentional or not, it still hurt.
I handed him his bathing suit and put my bottoms back on.
"Jocelyn."
"Can we eat lunch now?" I asked, unwilling to let him ruin this moment anymore than he already had. "I’m dying to try your mom’s chicken salad."
Chicken salad? Am I serious?
He pulled his shorts over his hips and sat up. He took my hand and gently caressed it. I couldn’t look at him.
"I’m going to miss you," he said. "More than you can imagine."
I guessed he was trying to give me something, but it wasn’t enough, not with him leaving in a little over twelve hours.
"I’ll miss you too." No doubt that's why I felt so emotional. I was sad he was leaving, and I was being way too sensitive.
"This is all really hard for me," he said. "I don’t usually have to relate sex to feelings."
"It’s more than sex though, right?" I asked, revealing my vulnerability.
