An orgasm was building in me, and I could tell by his moans that he was getting close too. So I shifted my angle just enough to ensure I was really hitting his prostate with each move. His moans became loud rumbles of pleasure against my lips.
With our mouths joined together, our limbs entangled, and our bodies connected, I pumped faster on his cock while pounding the orgasm out of him from the inside. All the friction against my sensitive cock brought me to the edge, and when I felt his body begin to quiver, I let go of my load and exploded inside of him just as he let go of his and shot a burning hot handful of cum into my hand.
I milked us both until there was nothing left inside. Then with weary, ragged breaths, sweat-drenched skin, and tired muscles, I collapsed on top of him in the bed.
"You're incredible," he whispered.
"And you're a dream come true," I said through heavy eyelids.
I nuzzled my chin between his neck and his shoulder, drifting off to sleep wrapped in the warmth of our bodies. The last thing I remembered was the sound of him snoring softly against my ear.
A couple of hours later, I woke to the sensation of him sliding out from under me in the bed. I'd been fast asleep, and I was only just beginning to register the beautiful sight of this man tip-toeing away.
"Don't worry about getting up," he whispered. "You can stay the night if you want."
I checked my wristwatch. "It's just after midnight."
"Yes."
I smiled. "That means it's my birthday. I'm starting my thirties with you."
"I'll be joining that club in November." He knelt down on the mattress and gave me a long, tender kiss. "Allow me to be the first to wish you a happy thirtieth birthday."
"Thank you. Now why don't you crawl back in here and we can settle in beneath the sheets?"
A look of sadness flickered in his eyes. He stood up and turned his back to me. There went that protective wall again. Though it was invisible, I could already sense its cold stone presence.
"I thought you'd finally let me in," I said.
"I did."
"Then why does it feel like I'm standing out in the rain?"
He let out a long sigh. "You know we can't be together."
"Then why are we?"
He turned to face me, back stiff, ready to argue. He didn't like to be challenged. That was one thing that was true about him both on-screen and off. "This was very special to me, Rex."
My heart broke a little when he said my name. It was the first time he'd used it. "But?"
"But you know it can't go on. I shouldn't have even let it get this far. I never go to bed with the same man twice. It complicates everything."
"Then why did you?"
A crease formed between his eyebrows and I realized he wasn't even sure. After stumbling for a moment, he amended by saying, "I guess I was inspired by your display of jealousy. You say what you want and you just go for it. No apologies. I want to be open and free like you. I want to be that type of man so badly. But that would mean giving up everything."
"I'm not asking to walk down the red carpet on your arm."
He shook his head and began throwing on his clothes, seemingly unconcerned with the crusty bodily fluids that had dried in his pubic hair. "I'm sorry, Rex. I have to go. Please understand."
"So this is good-bye?" I was stalling. I thought if I could just get him to stop and think about it, maybe he'd consider seeing me again. "What we had tonight was magic."
"I know, but if we keep this up, the story will fall into the wrong hands. Besides, I'm starting production on a new film in the morning. I'll be busy for the next few months."
"You have to rest sometime, right? I could come to your house at night. Help you get to sleep." Now I was acting desperate. It was worth it if I could win him over.
"What's your favorite flower?" he asked abruptly.
Nobody had ever asked me that. I hadn't really thought about it. "Orchids, I guess."
He nodded as if that explained everything. "Beautiful, but complicated." His sad brown eyes washed over me. I thought he was going to kiss me, and maybe he was, but it seemed he was afraid I'd grab hold and never let him go. Instead, he opened the door and ducked out. His stage-prop glasses and mustache were still sitting on the bedside table.
