He continued to rock into her, picking up his pace as his breathing increased. Using his thumb, he pressed her clit and she came again, pulling both legs around his waist, clenching him tight.
The tempo of his thrusts sped up, the power of his hips driving her toward the top of the bed. She grabbed the cheeks of his ass, feeling them clench and tighten under her fingers as she rolled her hips, trying to prolong her second orgasm.
He tore his lips from her mouth and buried his face in the side of her neck, his mouth wide, breath warm and wet against her skin. He surged forward and stayed planted as his body shuddered and jerked, pouring himself into her. Grinding his hips in circles, he groaned before collapsing on her.
Tears stung the corners of her eyes as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, locking him in place. She felt him wipe his head against the pillow under her head.
“You okay,” he asked, his lips brushing against her neck.
She nodded, afraid if she spoke the tears she was holding back would burst forth.
“Am I crushing you?”
She shook her head.
“I’ll move in a second, after I recover. I think you killed me.”
Smiling, she tucked her head into his shoulder.
Too soon, he pulled away from her. “Is there a waste basket in here or do I need to go to the hall bath?”
“There should be one by the door.”
“Be right back.”
Shivering at the loss of this weight and heat, she rolled to the side and pulled the sheet and blanket down, sliding between them. The bed shifted with his weight when he returned. Sliding in beside her, he pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms. He held her so close, the fingers of his hands brushed against her ribs.
“I’m going to try not to wake you in the morning,” he said.
“Jordan—”
“I don’t want the last image I have of you to be crying in my rearview mirror. I want it to be you spread out in this bed, exhausted because I wore you out.”
Tears pricked her eyes and leaked out the corner, but she nodded.
“And no crying now. I’m coming back Emme. It’s only a few months.”
“It’s almost six,” she argued.
“More than two, less than ten. A few.” She felt his smile against her neck.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you, too. But Iamcoming back, Emme. You can count on that.”
