I haven’t told her. Not while she was conscious, at least. If I told her now, right before she’s set to leave, would it freak her out? What if she thinks it’s too soon and doesn’t say it back, then leaves behind a huge sack of awkwardness on her way out the door? Could I survive the heartache if she doesn’t return the sentiment?
I’m a grown-ass man. Why is this so scary?
“C’mere, baby.” I lift the sheets and welcome her beside me, soaking in the heat of her body and hanging on to the moment for as long as I can. “How do you feel?”
I love asking her this question after I make her come. I can almost guarantee she’ll curl up against me and purr, totally blissed out.
“Amazing.”
Gently, I roll her onto her back, resting my body on top of hers. I caress her lips with mine, and when she parts in invitation, a pit forms in my stomach. It’s painful, knowing this will be the last time we’re physically intimate for a while. But it’s a delicious sensation, her tongue against mine.
I love youis at the edge of a cliff, ready to take flight. If I say it, will it sink or will it soar?
“I need you, Ezra.”
“Anything for you.” My lips burn a path down her neck, and I pay extra attention to the place where her pulse beats rapidly. The coconut scent on her breasts reminds me of Hawaii and the time I got her off just by sucking on her nipples.
So much has happened since then.
She lets me suck and nip and play for a bit. Eventually, though, she reaches into my side drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. I rock back onto my heels and squirt the liquid directly onto my cock. Once I’ve stroked my length, certain I’m coated in it, I slide my slick fingers inside Millie, savoring her heat and the smooth gliding motion, anxious to feel the sensation elsewhere.
Green eyes sparkle with salaciousness as she notches my cock at her entrance.
Tentatively, I slip inside her a couple of inches, watching her expression for cues.
Back arched, she moans. “More. Keep going.”
Ever so slowly—I told her I was going to take my time—I sink in to the hilt. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me so I’m flush against her chest. We stay like that for a long time, with my cock buried deep inside her and our hearts beating in harmony while I whisper sweet words against her skin.
You’re so beautiful.
I’ll miss you.
You make me feel so good.
Then I move. In and out, over and over, at a steady pace.
“I can feel every inch of you.” Her voice catches on my next slow thrust.
“You’re so tight, baby.” This isn’t enough. I want to crawl inside her skin and stay there so I’m a part of her forever. But I’m on the precipice, my spine tingling.
“Don’t come yet,” she says, clearly picking up on the signs that I’m about to hurtle over the edge. “I want to ride you.”
What my girl wants, my girl gets.
Carefully, I slide out of her and lie on my back. She straddles my hips, spits on my cock for good measure, and lowers her gorgeous body.
“Thatta girl,” I praise. “That’s my perfect fucking girl.”
I meet her thrust for thrust, watching the way her tits bounce, tucking away the image for a lonely day. Seeing her like this, in control of her body—and mine—is a colossal turn-on. Her confidence has grown in leaps and bounds since we reunited months ago. And since she’s been dancing again, she’s unstoppable in the bedroom.
But… “Shit. If you don’t get off me, I’m going to come inside you.”
Rather than slow, she doubles down in her efforts. “Do it.”
As an electric surge courses through my veins, I dig my fingers into her skin to still her, my grip so tight I’m sure I’ll leave marks.
Good.Think of it as a going-away gift.
