His brazen fingers circle the pleated skin of my ass and I tense. “Please tell me I’ll be the first to take you here.” His breath is hot in my mouth, robbing me of my apprehension.
I close my eyes on a deep sigh and nod my head.
His response is a growl in my ear, inspiring full-body goose bumps. “Fuck.”
The strain in his voice sends me hurdling over the edge the moment that single digit breaches the tight barrier. My body trembles, shaking violently as the powerful orgasm rolls through me.
Unable to hold back any longer, a throaty cry erupts from my lips. But before it has a chance to punch the air, Linc catches it, rolling me over to pin me to the bed with the slam of his hips. “I love fuckin’ you,” he says between each of his thrusts. “The way your hungry pussy grips my cock. The way you cling to me in every way. I love you, baby. I love you so goddamn much.”
It only takes a few deliberate strokes before he’s grounding out his release, pulsing inside of me. His colorful confession sends me flying right along with him.
My breath is shallow and frantic.
His is not much better.
Lifting up on his forearms, his hands cradle the sides of my face. Soft, tender lips caress mine. “What the hell am I gonna do without you for the next two weeks?”
I’m wondering the same thing.
Present
He pried himself from the bed around five this morning, just as the sun was beginning its ascent. With a heavy heart, I walked him out to his truck where we spent a good amount of time kissing one another good-bye, struggling to let go. He promised to return around three this afternoon so we could spend our final few hours together before he leaves.
Caroline and I spend the majority of our day in the kitchen. She wanted to bake him a going away cake, and I needed to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t think about him leaving.
I help Caroline pan the mix and set the timer before we walk out back to pick out some flowers to decorate the dinner table with. Shears in hand, I snip a yellow Gerbera daisy while Caroline patiently holds the large Mason jar firmly in her hands.
“Mama, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, you can ask me anything.”
“Why was Daddy so sad? Didn’t we make him happy?”
I pause, hesitating to go this far with her. She’s just a child, how much of this can she really comprehend and will it do more harm than good?
“Of course we made him happy, but sometimes, when he was sad, it didn’t have anything to do with the people around him, it was just something he couldn’t control. And sometimes, that sadness would drown the happy. Does that make sense?”
She shrugs. “Kinda.”
I try to think of the best way to explain it without scaring her and helping her better understand him.
“Pretend you’re flying a kite, it’s a clear, beautiful day and you have just enough wind to make it soar. Everything is going great. You think the day couldn’t be any better when suddenly there’s a crack of thunder and the sky turns dark. You checked the weather to make sure there wouldn’t be a cloud in sight but now dark clouds are all you see. Then the winds pick up, knocking your kite back and forth, threatening to ruin your perfect day. Then the rain sets in, sending your kite crashing to the ground. How would that make you feel?”
“Sad.”
“Was it anyone’s fault?”
“No,” she says, tilting her head. “You can’t control Mother Nature.”
“Exactly.”
Realization soothes her troubled face and she nods in understanding before wrapping her arms around me. “Do you think he’s still sad?”
“No, I think he’s finally kissed the sun.”
She draws back, giving me a big smile. “That makes me very happy, Mama.”
“Me too, sweet girl.”
