I step into his personal space. “Take me now.”
“Elise—”
“Let it be our last time, if that helps.”
I can see the change on his face, the moment he gives in. He takes his eye off me to free his engorged member. Without delay, he gets a condom from his pocket and slides it on while I strip from waist down.
“Turn around and bend over the seat,” he commands.
I don’t budge.
He grips my shoulders and flips me.
“Why, Theo?” I ask.
“I already told you. This is how I do it. It’s the only way to have sex with me.”
“Even for our farewell fuck?” I look at him over my shoulder. “Can’t we do it my way for once?”
“No.”
I hold his gaze.
“You really want the truth?” he grits out.
“Yes.”
“You’re the first woman in seven years that didn’t fake it with me,” he says. “You came for real, both in the cabin and at the hotel. It felt like a gift.”
“Then why—”
He interrupts me, “Your eyes were squeezed shut, Elise. Both times.”
“And?”
“You were able to orgasm because you weren’t looking at me.”
“Bullshit! Everyone closes their eyes when they come. It’s a normal reaction. I could look at you and come all the same.”
His mouth thins. “Maybe. I don’t know. But I’m not taking my chances with our last fuck.” His tone is hard, determined.
I know that if I insist, he’ll find the will to deny himself, to deny both of us.Dammit!I bend down, place my elbows on the seat and widen my stance. When the tip of his cock pushes against my opening, I forget our quarrel, my frustration, everything.
Reaching behind me, I clasp and stroke him.So hard, so thick, so wonderfully unsmooth!
With his fingertips digging into the flesh of my hips, Theo keeps me where he wants me. He bends down and slips his hands under my sweater to fondle my breasts. We’re both panting from lust and anticipation.
He presses a hot kiss to my neck and straightens up. Canting my hips higher, he buries himself inside me with one hard thrust.
I groan with the exquisite sweetness of it. He launches into a rapid tempo, making me whimper and arch to take in as much of him as humanly possible. I feel possessed by this man, so big and strong and desirable.
We hold a steady rhythm for some time, but want and passion soon flare out of control. His measured thrusts turn into a crazed mating, full of desperation. He pounds into me, jolting me, hitting me deeper, opening me wider. I feel myself stretched around him as far as I can, obscenely exposed, and on the verge of falling apart from the first tremors of my orgasm threatening to tear through me.
With a growl, he hooks a hand under one of my thighs and lifts my leg higher so he can ram even harder, penetrate even deeper.
As I come, he roars his own release. It isn’t until the last tremor dies down that I realize I’d closed my eyes again in the heat of the moment. If he saw it, I bet he thought I proved him right!
“I wish you all the best, Elise,” he says, tucking his shirt into his pants. “You deserve the happiest, most wonderful life.”
